Hairy Stepmom Novels & Stories

They look so cute and adorable, so I just want to be close to them. “We've seen you around the mansion for a few days,” Janice said. “What's your relationship with our father?” The other children nodded, eager to hear my answer. “Oh, I'm your Daddy's wife, and that makes me your stepmom.” “Step Mom?” Jason whispered. “But we don't need a stepmom,” Juniper said.

Mr Kim couldn't hide his curiosity as well. “She is my dad's first love, but my mother drugged him and had me,” he smiled and did a little dramatic twirl, “but when my Stepmom tried to confront her, she burnt her with hot oil and that's why she has to color her face like that. My step mom used to be a children's doctor, but she had to give it up since her face scared the children. But I don't have to go to the hospital when I'm sick, thanks to that,” he finished his gossip just in time for the couple to return with tear stained red faces.

Dad was probably passed out upstairs after another long day at the firm, but the kitchen light was still turned on though, and I heard soft footsteps. “Kiara?” Mammy’s voice sounded low and comforting. She appeared in the doorway wearing one of those silky robes that always looked way too good on her. Early forties, but she had this body that made me feel like a clumsy kid -- full hips, heavy tits that strained the fabric, dark hair falling loose over her shoulders. She’d been my stepmom for six years now since the tragedy with my real mom that I don't even want to talk about 💔. She's been my stepmom for six years now and she still made me nervous sometimes.

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

“Christ, what’s gotten into you? I thought since your stepfather was out of the picture, you and I could get together.” “My step—how do you know about that?” I ask. But the answer is obvious. My mom. She doesn’t care about me, but she wants to manage my life. I honestly do not understand her. “Harry, do you think my mom’s hot?” Harry looks slightly shocked at my question but recovers quickly. “Sure.” He shrugs. “She’s a milf.” “You know she has a thing for younger guys, right?” I’m feeling maleficent. The burning hatred inside me for her is expanding, ignited by Harry’s presence.

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.

It was difficult for Tommy to keep within the speed limit as he rushed home. He had barely come to a stop at the house when he jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for his stepmom. As Sue swung around, he got a close look at his stepmom's exposed vagina. His eyes opened wide in shock when he saw that she had no pubic hair. The normally soft blond hair was all gone, leaving her lips smooth and shiny. Tommy stood frozen looking between his stepmother's legs. Now his heart was pounding so loud that he thought she might

I almost choked on my spit at her words but I tried to remain still as my cheeks became a pale pink color. She snapped her hands in front of my privates and all the blonde hair disappeared leaving behind soft baby skin. "Aha! Now we are getting somewhere." My brows rose as I didn't understand what she spoke of. Where were we getting to? She moved back up to my armpit and did the same thing. She snapped her fingers and everything was gone. My stepmother never gave me the time to shave and I had learned to live with it. Which explained why I was so hairy.

Grainne snorted with a smile and asked: “Ah, is that so? Then I have to thank you.” Harry, sitting in the back seat, had stopped crying, then suddenly asked, "Mom, who was that fierce lady just now?" Grainne had no choice but to answer: "She is my stepmother, that is to say, my grandfather's second wife, to be clear, she cannot be considered my grandmother."

Now, in the next breath, he was spewing venom, calling me unspeakable things, accusing me of something unforgivable. I covered Eve's ears and pulled her close, while Ryan stood firm in front of me, taking the brunt of Roy's hatred. And in that moment, something in me became clear. I had not done anything wrong. Ryan had not done anything wrong. I had every right to seek happiness. I stepped forward and took Ryan's hand in mine. Looking Roy straight in the eye, I said, "You were the one who abandoned me and our daughter. You have no right to stand here and shout at us. Since you never wanted to call me your wife, you can call me your stepmother now."