Big Boobs Step Mom Novels & Stories

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.

“Tell us. Who pissed you off?” I leaned back in the chair and exhaled slowly. “My so-called new stepmother arrived yesterday.” Jacks immediately sat upright. “Hold on,” he interrupted dramatically. “Is she hot? Like big boobs hot? Does she have….” “Bro,” Brian cut in, laughing. “What?” Jacks defended himself. “I’m asking important questions.” The others burst out laughing. “Shut up,” I muttered, shaking my head despite myself. “But that’s not even the annoying part,” I continued. “She has a daughter.”

"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.

"Rhea, maybe you should set a better example, too." Rhea suddenly stood up. Her tone was calm, but a faint tremble was audible in her voice. "Carter, why do you treat me like a stepmother but expect me to act like a birth mother?" "Stepmother?" Arielle grew agitated. "Mom, who's the stepmother?" Rhea kept her eyes fixed on Carter. She didn't scream or raise her voice. She simply sounded confused. "Have I not done enough for you and the kids all these years?"

Lol. It all started when I was 19. It's just me and my stepmom living together in our new house we just had built out in the country. It was a normal household and we had the normal things around the house as in the sexual p**n stuff. Lol. My stepmom would always go in my room and try and find where I had my p**n and she would take them for herself and I thought it was pretty sexy. Just thinking about my stepmom watching my p**n and fingering herself turns me on. We both worked almost every day and hardly seen each other. Whenever we did get to see each other is wasn't long cause my stepmom sleeps a lot when she's off work. Usually, she would always be walking around the house with just a t-