Hairy Stepmom Novels & Stories

I stuttered. "I am guessing her name's Bebe. Short with chicken hair and bunny teeth. Walks like a pig and smiles like a loser. Do any of those match her description?" Laughter escaped my lips at the way he'd described her. "That daughter of a bitch." He commented. "She fooled you, it's what she's good at." "So, this is your room and not mine."I sighed while focusing my gaze on the cat that was resting on my lap. "Isn't it obvious, stepmom?" He teased me. "You know, when I woke up this morning, I didn't imagine that my own stepmom would see me naked in my own room." He added.

She said in a tiny voice, but her father heard her. Her father looked up from the television and frowned at the annoying thing beside him, " what did you say? I can't hear you, speak up bitch." She quickly repeated what she said but this time in a louder voice. "I gave them all to Missy Betty. She will be your step-mom very soon” her father grinned at her smugly as if proud of his accomplishment . " You can go get another one, you know?” he took his eyes back to the television.

It was as though she had been learning techniques because there was no way her grip would be that firm if she were just a person living a life like mine. “Let you go? Let you go?” She used both hands and was almost ripping my hair off. “The only thing you can use to seduce my Ulric is your hair. Why didn’t it burn off when you got those scars!” I knew it! It was just the same with my stepmother and stepsister. They were always intimidated by how long and healthy my hair was. If I had gotten a chance to cut it off then, I would have done it because my stepsister was always making a fuss over it.

She was so innocent, and gorgeous, and I wanted to be the one to corrupt her. At the same time, I was a married woman and Leah was my husband’s daughter. And technically, that made me her stepmom, which as awful as it is, only turned me on more. I wanted to be her step-mommy dom, and teach her how to eat her mommy’s ass and pussy like a good girl.

After regaining her composure, my stepmother charged at me again; she grabbed my hair and started pulling it. "I don't care, bitch! I don't care what becomes of me; I must put you in your place; I must put you where you belong. I might as well kill you and go to jail. Yes, I better kill you now. I'll face the punishment. I don't care what happens to me; I'll surely kill you. I'll kill you; I'll destroy you." As she tries hard to pull out my entire hair, I look for every possible means to stop her.

A beauty with brains, she slept through almost anything with a stick, got in fights as somehow she in this perfect body shape, eventually then she was isolated. I, on the other hand, simply didn't give a fuck about people sucking up to me. My stepmother, Sally is a decent Californian woman and childless so she poured her overflowing motherly affection on me. She made an effort to make me blend in, which I will always be grateful for.

My hair has grown so long, reaching my hip. “Why do you have blond hair,” She asked with admiration. She loves my long hair and that is the reason I don't like to cut them. “Because my mom has the same” I smiled. “So did Papa have black hair like mine,” She asked innocent questions, but it feels like someone dropped a bucket of ice on me. “Ye…yes” I stammered. “Ok I also want long hair like you,” She said taking a spoonful of oats into her mouth.

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.

Mia’s POV “Oh, my god. Oh, my god—” I stammer, shaking, gasping for air. I scan from his creampie-soaked face to his arms that wrap firmly around my legs, trapping him to himself in a ‘you may be my stepmom but you're my little plaything.’ kinda way. I forgot to mention, Jeremy is a bald oldie I married for love, not for money… If you know what I mean. And the condition that comes with this his luxury love is having to be a stepmom to Max, his twenty-year old college boy…

Inside a typical looking home in an ordinary suburban neighborhood there lived a mature stepmom named Karen in a family home where if walls could speak they would tell stories of a hung stepson of age and his nympho stepmother exploring a thing called 'skinship' together. Karen stood taller than her stepson by a head and sported plump child-rearing hips often on full display in her favorite tight yoga pants when she was not in her favorite bathrobe. The middle-aged stepmother had an immaculate face with narrow lips, a flat nose, and emerald green eyes.