Novel & Cerita Fat Ass Step Mom

See, she is so hot that no one, even me, could deny desire for her. Mom married my step-dad when I was twelve. I am now eighteen. He is a good provider but he is very jealous of anyone around my mom. Other than his money, I'm not sure what she sees in him. He is overweight and going bald. Oh, and he is white. He is about twenty or more years older than mom. She is thirty-six. He's gone a lot on trips for his work and I have overheard them many times talking about his lack of ability to satisfy her sexually. I think that he has some problems keeping it up these days and momma has a very strong sex drive. Oh, and I inherited that too.

Girls like Jessika were the ones guys wanted… long, slender legs, flat stomachs, perfect little bodies. And Jemy too, one of the reasons I had not allowed her to visit me at home… She had a thing for older men, and she wasn't as big as I was and I couldn't stand the thought of my stepfather wanting her, and not me. Everyone was slim and slender, except for me, my chest tightened.

Maybe my mother can be of help in that aspect because I only knew how to eat. "Oh! That's not a problem. Let me just rush home and prepare something nutritious for her. Trust me, she will fatten up in less than a week." my mother said, sounding excited. "Fat? Hey! I don't want her fat! Just… just make her okay…" I said. I really don't like fat women and I am not discriminating against them, but I really don't like them all fatty. My mother rolled her eyes at me. "I know. She just have to be in a healthy state. I didn't say I was going to make her obese."

“Mom, this is Doctor Bobin Harris, my fiance, Roe this is my mom Leila.” The woman named Leila widens her eyes, pursing her lips. “Oh, is that so? Have I heard it right, fiance? That must be done playing with little girls.” The mockery in her voice matches the sour expression on her face; Leila is the typical evil stepmother in movies. “Mom!” Aubrey calls out to her, not liking the words from her mother’s dirty mouth. “What? Your brother is a total player; you know that, do you, Roe?”

My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend. “Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does. I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.” “Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

"You want to be with me that badly?" Sammy nodded instinctively, then quickly shook her head. "N-No, no. Roy, please, I was wrong! I'll apologize to Penny! I'll take Linda far away. We'll never bother you again!" Roy smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "She doesn't want me anymore," he murmured, almost to himself. "She's my stepmother now." He laughed then—a hollow, broken sound. "You want to be with me, don't you?" His voice was unnervingly calm. "Then I'll grant your wish."

She taunted, "You've always loved my big tits and ass, haven't you, baby?" I moaned affirmatively as I continued my pussy feast. Mom smiled wider, as she added, "I know you have. I bet you've even fantasized about Mommy's big tits and ass. I've seen you staring at my tits and ass when you thought I wasn't watching, you naughty boy!"

Which meant he was my new step-brother. I spent the next hour trying to scrub the memory of his hands off my skin, but it was pointless. By the time my mom knocked on my door to remind me about the trust fund signing, I felt like I was walking through a nightmare. "You look pale, honey," my mom said as we walked into the massive, glass-fronted lobby of Sterling Corp. She reached out to adjust the collar of my blouse. "Are you sure you're not coming down with something? And why are you dressed like a librarian?"

I couldn’t fucking stand her. My stepmom—let’s call her the bitch who ruined everything—was the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I hated her for it. Those massive, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, that fat ass that jiggled when she walked, those full lips always painted red like she was begging to suck cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, parading around the house like a whore in heat, and now Dad was gone on his stupid week-long trip. Just me and her. Stuck. Alone.

That night, Mason finally returned home. He stood framed in the doorway, reeking of cheap alcohol, every part of him reeked of Olivia’s unmistakable scent —night jasmine, white musk, and a lingering trace of silver leaf. It was a scent widely known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects. It was easy to picture the passionate scene he had with his step-mother. The moment Mason stepped inside, he spotted me seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. He grinned and outstrip his arms for an embrace. But this time, I calmly, deliberately, pushed him away.