Romans & histoires Dirty Stepmom

“You and your cute little blonde secretary playing who cums first.” My mum sobs. “Please, Zoey, stop.” I swipe again. “And this?” I turn the phone. “Look mum isn't this you? Dad? Sure you recognise your wife's tits as she rides the gardener. Or have you guys been in a no sex marriage this entire time?” She gasps. My dad swears. “You’re hypocrites,” I spit. “I’d rather be a fucking janitor’s daughter than yours.”

It was never her fault. "If I hadn't handled her funeral, she would've started decomposing by the time you came back! Mom has been very good to me all these years, so no matter how dissatisfied I am with you, I definitely wouldn't extend that grudge to her. That's why I immediately settled her funeral affairs instead of waiting for you! "If you suspect that I did something dirty, you're more than welcome to report me to the police. And if they find out that I really did do something, I won't even blink if they decide to execute me! You can go right ahead!"

It's Grandpa's birthday banquet, and yet my fiancee is working late again, missing her one chance to meet the family. My brother and his wife, still bitter about me taking the project from them, don't waste the opening. "What good is all his money when his fiancee can't even show up on a day this important? She clearly doesn't take him seriously." "That's why Archer's the smart one. He landed himself Claire Donovan, of all people. Even her throwaway gifts start at seven figures." I'm about to fire back when the familiar name stops me cold. My eyes lock onto the bracelet of dark wooden beads the butler carries in. It's identical to the one my fiancee just spent a fortune on a few days ago.

I ground my teeth and cleaned it again. “Honestly, Blackwood. You’re so slow. Didn’t your mother teach you how to scrub floors?” She clicked her tongue. “Oh wait. Right. I heard she’s dead.” The mop fell from my hand, water sloshing across the cleaned marble. “Pick it up,” she ordered softly. I didn’t move. The space seemed to narrow around her sneering mouth and cruel eyes. “What is wrong with you?” My voice was low, trembling. “Why would you bring up my late mom into this. Have some respect”

Sge replied as though insensitive to my words. “What do you expect? That it would be clean and sparkly? It's been abandoned for five years mum, of course it's fucking dirty and I have to clean all these dirt all by myself.” I let out my frustration to her. “Oh, that's bad, honey. Do your best, okay? I love you.” She said before ending the call. I rolled my eyes in anger. So much for a good and caring parent. Right now, all I could and wanted to think of was a grand plan that would make Brent take me back in no time because my credit card was about to run out of money and soon, I'll barely be able to afford basic necessities.

Mom says. I swallow hard. Here we go. Here’s the disappointment statement. Here’s the guilt trip. “When you won at your slot machine...” Mom begins. “The woman, Dawn, in the photograph you posted on social media…” This is nowhere near what I expected her to say. I thought she’d lecture me on responsibility and the sanctity of marriage. “Dawn and I serve on the JDRF and Variety Club boards together.” Mom smiles at me before returning her eyes to the road. “It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

I want to throw up. Susie gets out the car, thudding round the side to me. He sits with me in the dirt. Down in the filth and the darkness, his hands on my shoulders. “You need to listen to me. Your mother is not your friend. Your mother has been making money off you and keeping it for herself. Do you understand this? Do you?” Then, “Don’t cry.” “I’m not.” But I am. “My momma, she—”

Being conscious, I hastily turned off the dispenser and accidentally spilled some amount of water on the floor. "What is the matter with you" mom lamented, talking with her hands. "I'm sorry" I sincerely said, bowing my head. "Dry this up immediately" my father said in a harsh tone. I handed him the glass of water on a saucer. He looked at me with contempt, titling his head back slightly and made his gaze follow down his nose as I refused to make eye contact with him. "Move away from the TV screen and get a mop stick." Mom said waving her hand.

But if they aren't spotless, you don't get paid. A sharp gust of wind swept through, swirling dead leaves around our feet. I watched as Mom's trembling fingers tightened around that five-dollar bill. Her tears fell in heavy drops onto the rag. Then, without a word, she turned and shuffled toward my car. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and began to scrub the glass with frantic, desperate strength. Arnold remained standing in a daze. "You don't want the work?" I gave him a cold, dismissive glance. "Suit yourself. The offer only comes once."

Their expressions turned uneasy. Mom, on the other hand, seemed to realize there was no point hiding it anymore. “Why are you so petty? I’m your mother. I was just saying a few words for your own good.” I laughed coldly. “For my own good? I’ve never seen a mother spread such filthy rumors about her own daughter. Every single day, I work from dawn to dusk. Somehow, in your eyes, that equates to shameful activities.” I met her gaze without the slightest fear. I was trying to pick her thoughts.