Big Boobs Step Mom Novels & Stories

“I’m doing what Dad’s too pathetic to do. I saw that pretty cunt on your OnlyFans, Mom. You spread it so wide for those losers online. Does it make you wet knowing your step-son watched you finger-fuck yourself?” Her breathing was fast. She tried to push me away, but there wasn’t much force behind it. “Stop it right now. This is wrong. I’m your step-mother.” “Wrong?” I laughed, giving her ass a firm slap that made it jiggle. “You’re the one posting videos of your married pussy online. Telling the world how sexually frustrated you are. How many guys have jerked off to you, huh? How many loads have you made them shoot while Dad leaves you high and dry?”

“I want to breed my stepmother.” Every tiny creak from upstairs made Maya tense up in panic, but her body betrayed her completely. She was squirting lightly around my cock now, making a filthy mess on the table and floor. I fucked her through it without mercy. “Cum for me, Mommy. Cum hard on your stepson’s fat dick like the desperate slut you are.” She shattered. Her orgasm crashed over her violently — her pussy spasming and gushing, squirting all over my balls as she bit down hard on her hand to stop herself from screaming. Her whole voluptuous body shook uncontrollably.

But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom. Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup tits that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple. Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

Now, in the next breath, he was spewing venom, calling me unspeakable things, accusing me of something unforgivable. I covered Eve's ears and pulled her close, while Ryan stood firm in front of me, taking the brunt of Roy's hatred. And in that moment, something in me became clear. I had not done anything wrong. Ryan had not done anything wrong. I had every right to seek happiness. I stepped forward and took Ryan's hand in mine. Looking Roy straight in the eye, I said, "You were the one who abandoned me and our daughter. You have no right to stand here and shout at us. Since you never wanted to call me your wife, you can call me your stepmother now."

"Please, Sarah. I need to cum so bad. I have been good. I confessed everything." She laughed softly and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up. "Good? You have been spying on me for months, stealing my dirty panties, licking them like a dog. You are a filthy stepson freak, and freaks get edged until they break." She pulled her sports bra up and off, letting her heavy tits spill free. Her dark nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. She stepped closer and smothered my face between them. "Suck on stepmom's tits while I stroke you again. But remember, no cumming."

Jean said to Terri, "There won't be enough room otherwise." "That will be alright, won't it Rick?" his Step-mom said. "Well as long as you don't weigh a ton, and take up the whole side of the truck," he said laughing. "I'll have you know I weigh one hundred and five pounds, young man, and I'm only five foot three, not six foot three." She was grinning when she said it, but there was a little bit of pride in her voice. At thirty-six, his Step-mom had the body and looks of a high school senior. Although few high school girls had 36C boobs that were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass. Calling his attention to her body was not the best thing she could have done.

They were so pert and high placed for their size that Sharon had been accused of getting them done on a couple of occasions, but they were 100% natural. "Holy shit!" gasped Billy at the sight of his stepmother's boobs. They were huge! And looked fantastic, better than anything he'd seen in the porno mags he read. There in front of his was his gorgeous stepmother dressed only in a g-string, like some goddess out of Playboy. Billy's crotch was bulging uncomfortably and he rubbed it as Sharon slid her hands up her sides and cupped and lifted her own big tits, displaying them for him. "Like them?" asked Sharon, squeezing them and pinching on her nipples.

“Show me how good your tits feel. Squeeze them for me. Let me see you play with them.” Lifting my hands, I cup each one, rubbing and massaging them while my stepfather stares with rapt attention. I have a terrible thought, a thought I feel guilty about. I’m proud of my breasts. I know I have a good body because other girls are always jealously telling me so. And if there’s any part of my stepfather that might be thinking of his wife next door, I’m sure he’s at least noticing that my breasts are better than hers.

But damn, the sight had me throbbing. Stepbrother pulled out for a second and flipped her onto her back. Mom spread her legs wide, pulling him in. "Fuck me missionary, I want to feel every inch," she panted. He shoved his cock back into her pussy and started pounding again, the bed creaking loud. "You love this stepdick, don't you?" he said, grabbing her tits and squeezing. "Yes, I love it! Fuck your stepmom's pussy raw!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him.