Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

I couldn't afford to go. I switched off the screen and pulled myself back into the dark. Whatever happiness belonged to normal college students, it wasn't mine to have. I had a dream that night. Dad, a man I'd only ever seen in financial magazines, stood over Mom after knocking her to the ground. "Diane Sutherland, you and that hick son of yours are nothing but a couple of freeloaders, always crawling back with your hands out."

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

This was my new reality. My stepdaddy is now my addiction. And I never wanted it to end. Later that afternoon, when Mom comes home early from work, she finds us both in the kitchen looking drained and asks why the counter is so clean when she left it messy this morning. Was she trying to feed her curiosity because she had already suspected something

Those eyes felt like they could see straight through me, like they were searching for something I was not ready to give. “I know this is about your dad,” he said, “but I want you to know that he cares about you.” I let out a quiet, bitter breath and shook my head. “Well, his ways of showing it aren’t exactly great,” I muttered. Then the words came out before I could stop them. “Can’t you see how he wants me to be him so badly? You say he loves me, but he’s not proud of who I am. He’s disappointed in me.”

Two men who raised me, holding me between them, their cum still leaking out of me. “Sleep,” David murmurs. “We’ll clean up before your mother wakes.” I’m unconscious within seconds. We clean up before dawn. Change the sheets. Hide the toys. Shower. Pretend nothing happened. Mom comes down at eight. “I slept so well,” she announces. “Did you three have a nice night?” “We did,” Richard says smoothly. “Bonded,” David agrees. They share a look. Conspiracy. Mom goes to make breakfast. “My conference is in David’s city next month,” Richard murmurs.

Four year old Sexianna didn't care about her mother, she had never cared, decapitating her dolls were much more fun than listening to her awful mother she thought. Derby Black was Sexianna mother and ever since Sexianna was a child Derby knew something was off about her daughter. Sometimes she tried to tell her husband but he would just ignore her and say she's just a child "it's a phase she'll pass what ever you think is wrong with her." He would always say. But Derby didn't think so. Sexianna was the only child of her parents.

“But I’m finally clear-headed, and I realize that I was wrong. “Think about the past. When we were in college, I’d wait in line in the snow for half an hour just to get the strawberries you like. “When you needed to work overtime, no matter how late it was, I’d still wait for you at your office. None of that was fake.” She tried to bring up old memories in a clingy but humble tone. “Jonathan, I really love you.” At this, she wiped her eyes and looked completely remorseful. I watched her clumsy performance and instantly felt nauseous. “You treated me well in the past. That’s why I kept backing down every time your mother pulled her dirty tricks. What did that get me?”

, "HANG ON, if You're my Mom And Your my Dad then you two... EWWWW THAT'S GROSS" "Haaaaahahaaaa, trust you to think of that" mom says finally snapping out of her shock "I didn't know sweetheart, me and Jerry weren't together, he was pops friend and older than me, Grams was alive then and me and pops weren't getting on great, I guess we clashed a lot, we were so alike", "That's an understatement, "Jerry said laughing

Dave grumbles, taking a long drink of his beer. “I am tired of her bitching at me and griping about how I don't take care of her ass. She has a damn roof over her head, don't she boy?” “Yes, sir. She does. A very nice roof, daddy.” Nate answers respectfully, because he knows what happens when he doesn't. "You and uncle Tom have worked hard to give us a nice home." “Fuck yes, I have but nothing is ever good enough for that whore. You know that your mama was a stripper when I met her, don't ya?” Dave asks the child.