Horny Stepmom Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I spoke as my voice shook. There was an awkward silence from my mom's angle, " Hello Mom, are you there?" l asked and my mom stuttered too, "What did he do to you, and what happened?" She asked, it seemed she was surprised. "I was just returning back from a friend's place, not long ago and he stood upstairs while he watched me return.. the next thing he came back and started barking and was acting in a wild way I couldn't really understand. The next thing he grabbed me by my throat and held it in a hard way...I almost suffocated so I decided to defend myself by kicking his groin hard and I ran away. That's the reason I am alive by now! Maybe you'd have come back to discover that I was missin

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.

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

I’d been too busy thinking of fucking her that I never bothered to ask her anything about her. Her stepmother sputtered, eyes widening in disbelief. “How dare you—” “Do you not have a perverted monster for a son?” Storme continued, her voice growing colder with each word. “A son who has no respect for women, a son who tried to abuse me sexually countless times.” My heart thudded painfully. Storme’s words hit me like a physical blow. My blood boiled, and I willed my wolf to be calm. Her stepmother, clearly rattled now, sneered. “You think you can intimidate me, little girl?”

Lol. It all started when I was 19. It's just me and my stepmom living together in our new house we just had built out in the country. It was a normal household and we had the normal things around the house as in the sexual p**n stuff. Lol. My stepmom would always go in my room and try and find where I had my p**n and she would take them for herself and I thought it was pretty sexy. Just thinking about my stepmom watching my p**n and fingering herself turns me on. We both worked almost every day and hardly seen each other. Whenever we did get to see each other is wasn't long cause my stepmom sleeps a lot when she's off work. Usually, she would always be walking around the house with just a t-

"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.

My grandpa, Victor, the former Alpha of Ever Moon Pack, slowly rose from his seat and walked to us, patting me on my back. “Glad you are home,” he said in a hoarse voice. My father Barnie didn’t stand up, but he was smiling warmly at me. Sitting by his side was a beautiful woman in her early thirties and she was the only one in this room who had absolutely no smile on her face. My eyes met with her, and a shiver was sent down my spine. That was my stepmother, Connie. My mom died when I was a baby and my dad remarried when I was 8 years old. Growing up I had heard many fairy tales about vicious stepmother, so I was terrified about being murdered by my dad’s new wife.

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.

The usual problem for kids of divorced parents is their mom or dad's new partner, right? The evil step-mom, that mean old lady who stole your dad from your mom and broke up your family. That's what I heard a lot of the other kids complaining about. They'd say things like, “My dad's new girlfriend is such a bitch!” or “I wish he never met her!”