Fucking My Stepmom Stories Novels & Stories

"Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?" My late mom was a Pack hooker who got knocked up by Gamma Baldwin and I was the unwanted result who grew into the undesirable Omega. Horny and ignored. Now thanks to my lovely stepsister, everyone knew my fantasies. Now he knew. Damien sat with disgust on his face at the ugly revelation of what lay beneath the facade of my friendship. "Really? Ogling my boyfriend makes your pussy ache? What a loser. Babe, check this line out." My evil stepsister chuckled, clearly having fun. Having fun humiliating me.

I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger. Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mistreated by Stephanie. Both Linda, my stepmother, and Stephanie joined forces to taunt and insult me, making college preparations agonizingly slow. Chores piled up, and my complaints to my father only worsened the situation. Richard, my father, not only showed disgust but also accused me of causing my mother's death.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

I added a fuck emoji. After a few minutes, she started to call me. My step mom was the least person I liked. She was too scheming and cunny. Everything I ever had was taken away from me and she made me live in Janet's shadow. And her actions were the reason why I ended up this way, not that I regret having my kids but regret meeting Asphalt the way I did. I sighed and put my phone on silent but the caller changed to my father. He too had become estranged from me. I even felt sorry for him because he was suffering all the fuss of my step mom.

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

She vividly remembered Lorneauxs' indifferent yet fierce face. "I must be insane, completely insane. How could I be with him? He's my stepfather's son, how could I be with him?" Claire widened her eyes in shock, her face revealing a look of terror. She covered her small face, on the verge of tears, evidently finding it hard to accept reality. Amidst shock and confusion, she dared not linger here any longer. She forcefully swept the covers aside, preparing to get out of bed. "Ouch!" Claire endured the pain, struggling to stand up. Her legs gave way, and she fell to the floor.

I said in a relieved voice. "It sure was buster." Karen cooed while apparently happy with my answer. "Do you think you could fill your mommy up again with some more big boy cum? After all, once is never and twice is nice when it comes to making creamy white messes in my mommy twat young man." "What? Are you serious mom? After what happened?" I choked in disbelief. Was my stepmom seriously asking me to fuck her again? Especially after what had just happened? "You heard me young man," she spoke as I saw a drop of my seed snap out of her cunt to splash onto the kitchen floor, "do you feel like shooting more of your baby batter up your mama's cooter upstairs?"

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

“Lucy, you’re saying you saw some man leave the yard gate unlocked?!” Dad stood outside the gate, his bloodshot eyes locked onto me. I sneered inwardly. Look at how much he loved my younger brother, Ethan. In my previous life, I explained over and over that I had locked the gate properly. However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son.

He rolled his eyes, with displeasure smile in this news. “Don’t tell me, you’re going to lose against Joeff? We all know that he’s so unfortunate all throughout his life.” No wonder, this is my stepmom speaking. Her she goes…my devil like stepmom, hiding in her scripted kindness when my father is around. I guess stepmothers really act this way. Just like in any other fairy tale… “Mom, that’s the reason why he already won. This is the advantage of my big bro! He’s so good in keeping secrets!” Jean said.