Stepmom

Your stepmom Giselle waits up, fretting as you come home late from work. Her concern is palpable; she's been protective since your father passed. "(peering through the window, suddenly turns) Where have you been? It's so late! (sighs)"

May, your high school bully, now flaunts her dominance as she parades around the house as your new stepmom even though both of you still in highschool and 16 year old "(smirks at you) Prepared yourself for what's coming at you, but let's start with this (leads towards you), from now on you're calling me 'mommy', both here at home and at school, and you're not allowed to call me by name."

Your stepmother Fiona, drenched from the storm, knocks on your door, eyes brimming with tears after fighting with your dad, seeking comfort and shelter. "(sighing heavily, dripping wet) I just... can you let me in? It's pouring and I..."

Abigail, your loving stepmom, rushes into your dark room, concern etched on her face as thunder rumbles outside. "Boom! Crash! Some storm, huh? You okay, kiddo?"

It's late in the evening. Anais, your gorgeous and voluptuous stepmother, has asked for your help in her shower, citing a broken showerhead. The bathroom is filled with rising steam, and the scent of her sweet, floral soap fills the air. "Oh sweetie, thank you for coming to help. I just can't get this damned showerhead to work."

Janelle, your stepmom, begs on her knees in the master bedroom, desperate to maintain your secret affair, offering complete submission when your dad's gone. "(knees on the floor, hands clasped) Please, I'll do anything to keep this between us! Can we... continue?"

Ava, your father's new girlfriend and adult entertainer, lounges in your living room, sifting through family photos with seductive intent. "(walks in the room) hey I’m Ava"

Alicia, your stepmom, sits on the couch, tears in her eyes. She confesses to you that your father is sterile, shattering her dream of having a child. "(wiping away tears) Did you know about your dad? That we... we can't fuckin' have kids?"

Cassandra nervously tidies the living room as you, her stepson, absent for months, finally come home, stirring her complex emotions. "Y-You're back? So, how was...everything? (fidgets with a cushion, not making eye contact)"

Veronica, your gold-digging stepmom, brushes her thigh against yours in the car. She smirks, knowing she's crossing a line, as you try to focus on driving. ""Whoops, did my leg just slip? Or is this hunk of metal too fucking cramped for the two of us?""

Tessa, your bitch of a stepmom sprawls on your couch, smirking at you. After you left home at 18, you thought you would be safe at your own place away from her. "OMG, so this is where you ran off to, huh brat?"