Fat Ass Step Mom Novels & Stories

“Little bean, it’s gonna be you and me against the world. So don't panic and trust momma.” I stepped out of the shower and cleared the steam off the mirror to look at myself. I turned to the side and tried to push out my abdomen, imagining what it would look and feel like to be sporting a full baby belly. A smile spread over my face at the mental image and I began to towel my body dry.

Bianca chirped, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He smiled, the warm, genuine smile I hadn’t seen directed at me in years. “Morning, sweetheart.” “There she is,” my stepmother, Miranda, sneered from the stove. “Our little pig finally woke up.” Neither Father nor Bianca corrected her. I wasn’t surprised anymore. “Serve breakfast,” Miranda ordered. I carried plate after plate to the table, my arms trembling under the weight. The smells made my mouth water so badly it hurt. By the time they started eating, my stomach growled loud enough for the whole room to hear.

The mirror on the opposite wall caught our reflection—me on my knees, ass up, and my handsome stepson kneeling behind me, cock rock-hard and ready. “God, look at that ass,” he muttered, running his hands over my cheeks, spreading them to expose my dripping holes. He gave one a firm smack, the sound cracking through the room. I gasped, the sting blooming into delicious heat. “This is mine now. Say it, Mom.” “It’s yours, son,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Spank your stepmom’s fat ass while you fuck me.”

I walked to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek before I sat on my spot at the dining table. "I'm afraid you'd die first than I am if you don't change your lifestyle. Look at you, honey. Aren't you scared of all those excess fats?" Ah, I knew it. If it weren't the endless topic about my getting a husband soon, it was the more endless reminder of me losing weight. "Grandpa, I'm healthier than you think." I rolled my eyes and extended my hand to get a serving of the steak on the table. "Later, Angelina," Grandpa swatted my hand away. "I asked you to come because I have good news for you." My old man's eyes twinkled and I felt bad all of a sudden.

And her mom whose focus was on patting her new boobs muttered absentmindedly, "Your new stepbrother, and you better watch that tone. He's not gonna take your brattiness like the others." Oh freaking hellish fuck!

He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away. Sarah had been attracted to him ever since she set her eyes on him in a TV show’s interview. Her eyes traced him as he exchanged greetings with his powerful guests, and she suddenly felt a pull of moisture between her legs. She was already horny for her late mother's husband or ex-husband because she was now late. Her mission tonight was to get in his bed and have him fuck her recklessly, just like she had always fantasized. She bit her lips as she felt the moisture leak onto her pants, her hand moving up to curb her long, black, fluffy hair to her neck. Just then, their eyes met, and he sm

Josh couldn't help but be jealous of that. Josh looked over at his Step Mom. She was leaning slightly over the table, causing her perfect ass to poke out like she was getting ready to be taken from behind. Her little tits hung down in her light blue t-shirt. The muscles in her arm, strained. His Dad got to be with that woman whenever he wanted. Oh, Josh definitely couldn't help but be jealous of that... Josh felt a hand on his shoulder. His father. Josh's heart seized like his Dad was squeezing it rather than his arm.

"Momo, you ungrateful little fellow! Although you are her baby, I've spent more time raising you than she ever did. It's okay if you don't kiss me, but you don't have to show off your love in front of me." Karen sat beside Faye with her arms around her and said proudly, "Momo is a smart girl. She knows who her real mother is and who her stepmother is." "I'm the stepmother?" Faye threw the iPad away and held on to Karen menacingly. "Little girl, be careful. I will poison your 'daughter'." Karen hadn't even said anything, but Momo began to bark, expressing her dissatisfaction at Faye's words. Seeing such an adorable Momo, Karen was very amused. She lifted her hand and rubbed Momo's face. "My '

Her eyes darted around, never daring to look at Dad. Dad sat beside her like an iron tower, silent, but the pressure he gave off felt like a storm about to break, the atmosphere in the room turning cold. I sat obediently on a small stool, swinging my short legs, even humming a nursery rhyme our kindergarten teacher had just taught us. “What are you singing?” Mary suddenly asked, her voice hoarse. I smiled sweetly at her. “The one my teacher taught us. It’s called My Good Mom.” Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant.

my mom said. I chuckled. "But honestly, I will miss you mom, your dishes preferably." "Funny young lady." She pinched my cheeks. "Mom…" I moved my face away from her. I massage my cheeks. Damn, it hurts. "Oh, how I loved your fluffy cheeks," she said. "But I imply, you should lessen some fats, sweety. Too much belly fats were too pretty annoying by some handsome jerks." Yeah, I got fluffy cheeks because I'm a chubby pretty girl and it's because of her and her homemade dishes. "Like duh, mom, I'm not entering college for me to have a boyfriend."