Fucking My Stepmom Stories Novels & Stories

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

And I made sure they knew how much of a monster they had made me. Years ago, my stepmother and I argued over something I hardly remember. She followed me up the stairs to my room. She yelled, cursed, and wished for my death. To my horror, she accidentally slipped and tumbled down the staircase, resulting in her miscarriage. They convicted me of ten years in prison after that horrible incident. My father didn’t even give me a chance to plead my case. It was too late when I found out it was all planned so my stepmother could get rid of me and make her firstborn the sole heir of the Pack.

It is like a poison slowly spreading in your body from your stupid heart when it reaches the brain. You forget your responsibilities as a parent, your role as a mother, and your role as a Mafia Don. My sweet stepmother killed herself on the balcony of my four-story penthouse in LA after being caught by me fucking my dad's driver. Her head opened up like a broken vase; it was the messiest death I ever witnessed. Something that helps me sleep at night Sometimes it makes me angry; she deserves the worst.

"Oh no! Don't tell me this was your pretentious stepmom's doing again." I shook my head and crossed my legs. "Not the stepmother. The stepbrother." She frowned as if disgusted. "That gambling addict asshole? What did he do this time? Gosh! I might cut his dick off and feed it to him. I really hate your family!" I smirked at her and sighed again before I dropped my gaze on the glass in my hand. "I'm too tired to tell you everything. But to make the story short, I gambled."

Did I not know the man I was going to marry? All this time, I made excuses for him instead of asking for details about his mom's death. Was he so much worse than just a cheater? Was I in love with a killer? A broken sob escaped my lips as my mom came hard on Xander’s dick, shuddering violently, her pussy gushing around him while he held her close and cooed, "Isn't having your step son make your pussy tremble better than bitching about things you can't change? Cum for us, step mommy. Cum hard enough and you might not have to fuck other dicks anymore."

My step-dad Ashley I am so angry with myself and my mom. I wanted her to be happy but I think I created my own grave. I will see her at her office She didn't want to receive me, I forced and she accepted Mom: Ashley I work Me: mom why are you doing this? I am your daughter Mom: and me your mother, you have the right to respect my privacy Me: what private life? That boy you married to is a bastard. What do you think?

I tried to convince her that it was okay if she was finding it arduous but she insisted on letting me know. When she was sure that she was under her control, she wiped her years and sniffed a few times and started, "When I reached home, my stepmom told me to take my car but something seemed off about her. She wasn't in her usual state. She is a very lively and a very cheerful person but today, she just wasn't herself... after my mom left, I was devastated but when dad remarried his childhood sweetheart, Daphne, my life changed - for the better. My stepmom, she fixed me. She gave me all the motherly love I thought I lost it forever. You see, I owe her a lot. She is close to both me and my bro

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

Till now, I have no fucking clue how that happened. Neither did I know what had possessed me to say “yes” when he’d asked if I was desperate to be fucked, but immediately he obliged and pressed me against his door, my senses were warped and all I could do was surrender and enjoy being railed into oblivion. I’d literally needed to hold the wall for support while I snuck back into my room. Which was obviously the fucking dumbest thing I’d ever done till date. I mean, I should’ve at least stopped myself knowing that my mom was under the same roof as us. But no, I’d fucked my step brother not caring about any of that, that’s how unhinged and hormonal I’d become.

Lisa's glare hardens " No offense, but I'm not into Cousin fuckers " His smile widened at her words. Clearly no offense was taken " Too bad, I'm definitely into girls who fuck their stepdads " " What?! I...I didn't fuck...he's not my stepdad!!" " Does it matter? Give it time " " What the fuck?! Look, I didn't even know he was dating my mom, If I knew I would have never done anything with him. But you on the other hand, you fucked your own cousin. That's gross "