Hairy Stepmom Novels & Stories

My dad told me he was also a late grower. Only got his growth spurt when he was 16. My stepmom’s face changes when she sees my reaction and grabs my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Stop looking at me like that, with the same face as your goddamn father. You will love me, right? You can love me in his place? You need to love me.” She looks crazy. I grab her hand, trying to get myself free but she is too strong. By tiny hands are nothing in comparison to her stronger ones.

I shivered in his arms, pressing my body closer. “Mom would want you to be happy, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need. “She asked me to take care of you too. She wouldn’t want you lonely… or aching like this.” Miles looked at me with such intense hunger that my pussy clenched hard, dripping even more, I felt sticky fluid in my thighs. He pulled me harder against him, grinding his thick cock against my soft thigh. “I’m your stepfather, Michela. I’m more than twice your age. I should be protecting you, not losing control every time you look at me like that.”

he murmured against my ear, loud enough for everyone to hear. His fingers traced up my inner thigh and brushed my slick folds. I whimpered as he spread my wetness openly, showing them how my pussy glistened. The shame was crushing—I was their friend’s stepmom, a married woman twice their age—and yet I was dripping like a whore on my stepson’s lap. “Fuck…” Chris breathed, palming the obvious bulge in his jeans. Jake kissed my neck, then spoke again. “Sarah wants to be a good stepmom tonight. She’s going to take care of all of us. Aren’t you?”

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.

“If that’s so, you can add her to the register and proclaim my wife as the hair to D&D.” Her stepmother jumped up, ignoring her father’s look to remain calm. “Never. It’s not going to ever happen. I told you, Stan. She is just like her mother; a snake. She is trying to take over the company and that’s why she is pretending to want to know more about her mother.”

“Daddy… people keep glancing over here.” His fingers crept higher, brushing the edge of the tiny lace panties I’d thrown on just to mess with him later. “Let ’em look, baby girl,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine over his glass. “Let them stare at my pregnant stepdaughter all dolled up with a collar on. Let them wonder why she’s sitting so close to a guy old enough to be her dad.” The words hit me exactly like they always did straight between my legs. My nipples went tight under the dress. The bump made the whole thing feel even more twisted in the best possible way.

At school, I told my friends about my dad's obsession with this new family addition, and they all had one or two things to say about it. "Anything step family is a no no for me. My neighbor had a step husband who ran away with all her money," Sonia shared, tsking and swaying her head. "I heard of a lady who's a stepmom to a little girl of ten years old. That monster of a woman had a kid of her own and made sure all the love and attention came to her child," Judy added. But one of the trio groaned over this, finding it nuts. "You guys are being dramatic. Just because it happened to others doesn't mean Tara's case would be the same," Stella said, believing the others were exaggerating.

Soon, his eyelids grew heavy, his words slurred. Suddenly, a strange expression flitted across his face. “You know,” he mumbled, “about werewolves?” My brows furrowed. “Werewolves? What are you talking about, Jack?” Jack's face contorted in a mix of confusion and drowsiness. “Your mother... my stepmother... she was one.” I couldn't help but stifle a laugh. My mother was, indeed, Jack’s stepmother; I didn’t know much about how my parents met, but I knew that they met at work.

"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."

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.