Big Boobs Step Mom Novels & Stories

I didn't understand what he meant that time but now I do. They needed a sexy lady with great curve and beautiful face. Forget the beautiful face. My hips are killing, you can imagine a slim girl with a with a big butty. That's it. You imagined it perfectly. My waist are tiny and my breast is not so big, it's medium-sized. I got all that from my mom. You can't never believe my mom is forty. She look young and her skin still glows like that of a child. You will think she's my sister when the two of us are walking together.

F*ck, the babe had a degree in blowjob! Back and forth, she rubbed my long shaft into an outstanding rigidity and length. “My daughter must be lucky to have such a long d*ck!” Lesley breathed, her fingernails sliding on my throbbing knob. I couldn't believe my d*ck was responding that nice to the Mama's beauty. Oh my goodness! The old sl*t was talking nasty in a way that made her sexier. Contrary to the other stepmothers that I had interacted with, this was the craziest–characterized by a thin waist and a round arse.

If anyone had told me that I’d spend my summer with my rock-hard cock shoved in my stepmother’s mouth, I would’ve laughed, called them insane, told them to quit it, that it wasn’t funny. Sure, my stepmom was hot. She was much younger than my father with the kind of body and face that could make any man look twice. She had this seductive aura radiating off her, the kind that made her tempting even when she wasn’t trying to be.

"Stephanie," she started, but I was way too invested in spilling my findings to pay heed to her chidings. "And from my calculations, it's about the same size as his new assistant's boobs. You see?" By the time I was done, my mum was doing that blinking rapidly thing she did when she was out of words. But she'd find it soon. The words were building up inside her and would soon explode in... Four...three...two...one.

“Really? Thanks, Mom!” The word mom had always been a strange word for Caleb. He only knew that he had a mother, but he never knew how it felt to have one. That was until he met Bea. She was someone who reprimanded him out of care. She was the one who only saw him as a child, not as the JS Group’s grandson. She was the one who gave him the affection that he needed. And because of her, he was gaining the courage to open up to his father. “Mom, I also want hotdogs,” he requested trying to appeal more to her.

He pointed at my left breast. Damn it. He was right. “I got your proper size,” he murmured. “And it fits perfectly.” My pulse thudded. “You… you bought this?” I asked sharply. “I thought Mom bought these for me. Did she ask you to?” I couldn’t believe it. There was no way Mom would ask my stepbrother to buy me bikinis—and matching thongs, no less. The realization hit like ice.

"I am not comfortable having a homophobic stepmom. Look at your wife... her eyes are cursing me right now." The smirk on his face was sharp enough to cut glass. Honestly I loved how he could make my mum go pale anytime, wouldn't you just love my bold fuck buddy?

I loved the way my tiny uniform skirt rode up, flashing my toned thighs and tight ass while my stepdad, my coach, watched from the sidelines with that hungry look he tried to hide. I’m Brandi, twenty-two, living in the dorms full-time. 5’1” with shoulder-length dark brown hair, sun-kissed skin, perky 32B tits, a tiny waist, and a round ass that turns heads everywhere — especially his. Full pouty lips and big doe eyes that hide how much of a needy little slut I’ve become for the man who married my mom. After Mom ran off with that younger guy and divorced him, Stepdad and I got even closer, even with me in the dorms.

she announced, her fingers entangled with one another. I stared back blankly. No. It simply can't be. "Tom?" I repeated. Mum nodded. "Tom Horton. My boss. He proposed to me. He wants to marry me.” My heart slammed rapidly in my chest, and my vision swayed. Mum's getting married to Tom Horton. Tom Horton as in her boss. As in father of Slade Horton. Which meant that— My bully. My nightmare. Was about to become my stepbrother.

“It’s the bond, Mother! He is my mate! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't try to take him from you!” “Don't you dare blame the moon for your own disgusting choices!” she roared, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders as she shook me. “A real daughter of mine would have fought it! A real wolf would have had the strength and pride to walk away from her own stepfather! But you? You opened your legs for him the very first chance you got! You chose to be a home-wrecker! You chose to steal my husband away from me!”