Erotic Stepdaughter Stories Novels & Stories

I said as if that was all the reason in the world not to fuck her. "It's 2023. Stepdads fucking their stepdaughter is the most popular category on pornhub." "But—" She stood to her feet, her face was red with fury. "You're a real man. I want you to fuck me like a real man." "I can't do that to your mom." "Bullshit!" She sneered. "You're just scared of losing everything because she owns you." Her words burned me because of how true it was. Estelle just had to snap her fingers twice and I'd go back to being a nobody. No. I couldn't risk it.

“A very desirable woman.” Blood pounded in my ears. “She’s your fucking stepdaughter.” Ethan exhaled, as if bored by my outburst. “Relax. It’s not what you think.” “Then tell me what the fuck it is. Ethan turned to the minibar, pouring himself a drink. “I never asked to be her father.” I clenched my fists. “That’s your excuse?” He swirled the whiskey in his glass. “You’re acting like I stole something from you.”

“So what, you are going to become his stepmother now? My stepmother?“ Rita asked, eyes widened. “Yes and no. I won't only be his stepmother, I will be Eric's ex-wife, his Sister-in-law but most importantly…I will be his stepmother.“ I say with a smile on my face, directing it at Rita. “For you, I will be your distant sister, Your new stepmother-in-law and your husband's ex-wife. Any other title I forgot?“ I ask the both of them pointedly. Finally, Eric couldn't take it anymore and he decided to stomp away, leaving Rita standing there, her expression full of astonishment. When her eyes met mine, that astonishment quickly morphed into disgust. "How could you? That is so disgusting," she spat,

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

I pressed my thighs together as I felt my panties become damp at the sight of my stepfather's cock. "Hmm," I moaned quietly, while slipping my hand into my school skirt to cup my pussy over my soaked panties. A bit my lip to stop the cry that almost slipped out of my mouth. I watched as he tossed his head back, abs tightening while his fist squeezed against the base of his cock. Christian looked like he was struggling and I immediately knew I had to help him. It was my duty as a good stepdaughter to help my step daddy out after all.

I bit my lip hard, tasting a little blood, trying not to let any sound escape. Fuck, this is actually happening. My stepdad’s hand is on my pussy while Mom drives us home. I should stop this right now but my legs felt weak and my body was leaning into his touch instead of pulling away. “You are so fucking soaked already, baby girl,” Victor whispered hot against my ear, his voice low and rough. “Your little pussy is dripping for your stepdad. Feel how slippery you are? This is so wrong, Isabelle. My fingers shouldn’t be touching my own stepdaughter like this but damn you are wetter than your mother ever gets.”

Vanessa gasped, her jaw dropping. Alaric slowly pulled away from me, turning his cold, dismissive gaze toward his stepson and the merchant's daughter. "Are you finished making noise in my house?" Alaric asked, his voice deadpan and icy. "Alaric, she is a fraud!" Devon shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. "We just froze her family's assets! She has no status, no money—" "I don't care about her family's accounts," Alaric interrupted smoothly, reaching over to take a sip from my coffee cup.

Enjoy this short sex theme story of a step mother and her step son's sexual affair. Enjoy Bethel's P.O.V. “I was just wondering why there was a picture of me under your pillow. I went to-” Bethel didn't get the rest of the words out of her mouth when Jake her step son pressed his mouth against hers and quickly brought his hands to her tits. Bethel pushed him away from her roughly and looked into his face, Without thinking about what she was doing her hand flew up and smacked him across the face. She didn't feel sorry until she watched him bring his hand to his cheek and rubbed it, his smile gone now....

They were looking at each other with so much love. The kind of love I’ve always dreamed of and wanted. I dropped the picture back and chuckled slightly when I saw the one of me and Nova. Our front teeth had fallen off but our smile was the brightest. I heard a sound, like something falling from Dad's room. Heading to the room, I saw the door was unlocked. Pushing it open, I entered inside and gasped. My body shook with shock at what was happening in front of me. My stepmother was naked and bent over and a man who wasn’t my father was fucking her.

She leaves, pulling the door mostly closed behind her. I sit there for a long moment, holding the clothes she picked out, breathing in the scent of her that still lingers in the air. This is dangerous. I know it's dangerous. She's my stepdaughter, she's twenty years old, and I'm forty-eight and married to her mother. But when she looks at me — when she touches me — I feel more alive than I have in years. I change slowly, painfully, and try not to think about what the next three months might bring.