Dirty Stepmom Novels & Stories

"Hе wаѕ a рrісk whеn hе was ѕоbеr, tоо. Not one оf those еnіgmаtіс guys whо gо too far. An аll-аrоund ѕtіnkіng asshole. I hated hіm, and I thіnk hе hаtеd mе. I was always in the wау when I wаѕ уоungеr, and he rеѕеntеd thе rеѕроnѕіbіlіtу оf hаvіng kіdѕ." “Mоvіng to Cеdаr Rаріdѕ was mу Mоm’ѕ lаѕt аttеmрt аt ѕаvіng uѕ аll. She wаѕ sure ѕhе could mаkе mу dаd bеhаvе оnе wау оr another. Shrіеkіng аt hіm, f оllоwіng him to thе bars, trying tо control whаt hе соuld spend. Trуіng tо tаkе hіѕ kеуѕ аwау, аnd tеll him who he соuld socialize with. Hе wаѕ her рrоjесt."

We stayed joined against the wall until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking down my leg made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence of him

"Oh yes, your daughter apparently hates you so much—good for her, by the way—that she doesn’t even want to carry the name of a sleazy, backstabbing, greedy jerk. Pathetic!” My thumb nearly crushed the virtual red button as I tried to end the call. "That slimy bastard… what is he up to now?” Mom hissed through her teeth, her eyes narrowing as she looked thoughtful. "I think it’s time I did a little more digging on my own,” she murmured darkly.

Then, I learned that the seemingly exceptional man had long turned evil. Disgust gripped me when I met his innocent eyes at that time. I turned away and said coldly, “I’ll never want to be your mom. You’ve got a mom who’s in town. You can go to her.” At the sight of my aloof attitude, Jacob sat on the floor and raised his voice. “Ah! You lied to me! You came to my house every day and said you liked me the most. You told me you wanted to be my mom! You stayed in the room with Dad for a long time with the door closed! But you don’t want me now!”

"Fix it. Or you'll be the only disappointment in this family." He loved throwing that word around. Disappointment. That was it. I grabbed my bag and stormed out, ignoring him shouting for me to come back. My blood was boiling as I pushed through the exit doors into the parking lot. And there she was. Lexi was leaning against my truck, arms crossed, looking like every fantasy I'd tried to deny. Tight top stretched across her chest, short skirt riding up those smooth thighs. My team colors on her body. She looked too fucking sexy. Mine.

Is it me pushing you or your entire family sucking me dry like leeches until I'm left for dead? My relentless questioning rang out, laying out every grievance and truth bare in front of everyone. The crowd erupted. Their expressions shifted from shock to outright disdain, all directed at Howard and Mom. Howard stood there, speechless, his face flushed red, his mouth opening and closing without a sound. Meanwhile, Mom, who had just played the pitiful victim moments ago, now looked flustered and humiliated, as if she wished she could disappear. After a long moment, Howard still couldn't force out a single word. Under the weight of pointing fingers and scornful whispers, he grabbed Mom and fled

I want to throw up. Susie gets out the car, thudding round the side to me. He sits with me in the dirt. Down in the filth and the darkness, his hands on my shoulders. “You need to listen to me. Your mother is not your friend. Your mother has been making money off you and keeping it for herself. Do you understand this? Do you?” Then, “Don’t cry.” “I’m not.” But I am. “My momma, she—”

Mom once again started to grind herself against my side. My description of licking her pussy and sucking her clit as she sat on my face, was particularly vivid and very crude. Even my description of being embarrassed to do this to my own mother didn't seem to have any adverse effect on Mom. In actuality, Mom seemed turned on and excited to hear me describe how dirty and used I had felt. She kept grinding against my side, oblivious that she was even doing it.

she began The tears were tugging at Isha’s lids but she blinked them away “That's not news, who am I then?” “Dredger” Sapphire swallowed “Aaron Dredger is your father.” She took a side glance towards the door to make sure no one was listening “If I were you, I wouldn't let anyone else know.” She moved from where she stood for the first time since she came in and as she got closer, Isha moved backwards. She found it hard to recognize her mother, she felt disgusted too and all she wanted to do was to be left alone at that moment. “Why?” She asked when she could find her voice “I thought you loved dad.”

It was clear she wasn’t someone easy to deal with. She bowed her head and tried to explain, tone gentle: “Father, he’s not usually like this. He must’ve been provoked today.” The old master wasn’t interested in her excuses. Amanda could tell he was reaching the end of his patience. She unlocked her phone and played the video for everyone to see. “Hey, blind freak! Was the mud I fed you tasty?” “Heh heh, my dad says your dad’s gonna die soon. Great-grandpa found you a stepmom—stepmoms are the worst. You’re gonna die soon too. Then the entire Schmidt family will belong to my dad…”