Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

Wet, gagging, sloppy sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her big swaying tits. “Mmm… such big fucking cocks,” she gasped between sloppy licks. “I love being a dirty mommy whore for you.” I was rock hard already. I quietly unzipped my shorts and pulled my throbbing dick out, stroking slowly as I watched my own mother act like a complete cumslut. They stood her up and bent her over the arm of the couch — the same spot I’d first seen her get fucked. The tattooed guy slammed into her pussy from behind in one brutal thrust. Mom cried out in pleasure, her tits squishing against the couch.

Watching mom's pussy, open and gushing, the warmth flowing over me. Jimmy the disgusting pee bather. Finished, Mom wiped her pussy with her hand, "Your turn. That's why I wanted you to cum. So you can piss on mommy." We changed places, mom rubbing against my body, sharing her gift. Now, I loomed over my mommy, lying in the tub, a fiendish glint in her eye. "Piss on me, Jimmy. Piss all over mommy."

"Don't cry, Dan. You're the true heir to the Sullivan name. Everything I make is yours, and no one will ever take it from you." Daniel immediately broke into a smile. Then, he pointed at me in disgust. "But Mom, Clifford stinks. He reeks of blood! He's dirtied the place, and now he's ruined the evening." The moment he showed the slightest displeasure, Mom—the powerful businesswoman—sprang into action. "Don't be upset. If he's dirty, I'll have him cleaned up." Having said that, she snapped her fingers and several workers in hazmat suits carried in a massive industrial cleaning tank.

This suddenly triggers my mind, and finally, I am starting to see something. My mom and my sister--flashbacks from the past. The portrait of eight-year-old me with them and dad, showing off our widest grin. Until dad was cropped out of the picture and replaced us with another family. My mom was left hopeless in love and life, but she's still trying to keep things together. Maybe it's because she still has my sister and me. I could say that my mom and I are pretty similar. The only exception is that I am messy, lazy, and unwise. For short: I'm a disappointment. If I got to be honest, I should've been placed in a coffin for a long time, but I decided to fight back as if I got something more to

She remarked, her voice imbued with a forced cheerfulness, "Such a radiant day outside, isn't it, darling?" But young Alfred, despite his tender years, possessed an uncanny ability to discern beneath the surface. His perceptive blue eyes, a mirror to his father’s, scanned his mother's face. "Mama," he ventured, an undercurrent of worry lacing his words, "your eyes betray a story different from your words. They're clouded, distant, as though lost in some profound thought."

No one can fault him for wanting me to get a good job, but he never understood the sense of community here in Eastwood. “That’s all a mother wants, you know.” Mom rubs my back and then goes back to her coffee. “For her children to be happy. Well, within reason. If you said your passion was to be in the adult film industry while selling meth on the side, I might try to persuade you otherwise.” “That can be very lucrative, you know. Though I’d probably need to get a boob job to do well in p**n.” Mom laughs, shaking her head. “It’s good to have you home, honey. I wish it were under different circumstances, but having you here just feels right. Like you’re home.”

He was attractive and I was certain he had no problem pulling younger women as well. "Yeah, a match for your twenty-four-year-old ass, not mine. Besides, that offer was fucked up. She was like seventeen then or so and she didn't know about it. A teenager is the least of my worries, especially one that isn't interested in me in any way." As he spoke, my respect for him grew. He was right. The offer was fucked up. It was pedophiliac at a point as well. But I didn't expect more from a low-life bastard like Jordan's father.

“What happened back there?” “Well, Mama talked me into applying for work at Cabinet Office as a janitor,” Mia replied. “I did and two weeks later I was called by the HR. I went there today and some jerk, the Director, wanted to take advantage of me in exchange for a job. I grabbed his balls and made him wish he had erectile dysfunction.” Crystal laughed out loud. “And the clothes and shoes?” “I wanted a souvenir,” Mia responded. “So, I made the motherfucker strip off in his office.”

Connor returned and his mother’s face scrunched in disgust. “It is you that gives her the guts to think that she is greater than every other person, including your dad and me simply because she is your so-called mate. That girl is like dirt, a stain that can never wash off no matter how much you try, she is everywhere and that is not good!”

"Wow! You really know your back rubs, mister." Mom says sitting up, yawning. "I'm going to leave this for a while and take a nap. As she gets up, her legs are wobbly. "That's odd." She says, struggling to stay standing. As soon as she takes a step, she looks down at her shorts. There is a wet circle in the crotch of her white shorts. Shit! How stupid of me. Next time I'll just give her a post transmission suggestion to go upstairs and masturbate to a powerful climax. Mom looks at me and hurries out of the basement.