Fucking My Stepmom Stories Novels & Stories

"Mother, I told you she always had eyes for my man, but you wouldn't believe it." I can't believe what I'm hearing. I've only met Mike three times. I never even talked to him much. My stepmom laughs. It's not a nice laugh. "Now, the so-called daughter of the great Jenkins was caught in a one-night stand with her step-sister's fiancé. What a great headline." My head hurts. How did this happen to me? My stepmom grabs my hair. It hurts so much. She pulls me close to her face.

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?

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.

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!"

"Please, Sarah. I need to cum so bad. I have been good. I confessed everything." She laughed softly and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up. "Good? You have been spying on me for months, stealing my dirty panties, licking them like a dog. You are a filthy stepson freak, and freaks get edged until they break." She pulled her sports bra up and off, letting her heavy tits spill free. Her dark nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. She stepped closer and smothered my face between them. "Suck on stepmom's tits while I stroke you again. But remember, no cumming."