Hot Stepmom Pov Novels & Stories

"For a man who is supposed to be my stepfather… you really are terrible at keeping your distance." He opened his mouth to say something…probably another command, another warning, another reminder of who he was and who I was, but I didn’t let him. I moved closer again, my face right up to his, my lips barely an inch from his. My hands rested flat on his chest, feeling his heart hammering out a rhythm that matched mine perfectly. "Ever told you you’re damn too hot to be step daddy."

“It’s just the air conditioning…” “Bullshit,” he said softly, his hand sliding slowly up my thigh. “You’re wet too, aren’t you? I can see the little damp spot on your yoga pants.” My face burned, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I parted my legs just a fraction, letting his hand move higher. “Ethan… this is wrong. I’m your stepmom.” “Exactly,” he replied, his voice turning rough and filthy. “That’s what makes it so fucking hot. My dad’s hot wife sitting here with her cunt dripping while she stares at my cock through my pants.”

"Now, I want you to plunge the last finger in all at once. You can shut your eyes and bite your lip because this might hurt. We don't want your mom hearing your slutty screams." "I want to see your face properly, baby, while you do that," I said, and she raised the camera slightly, showing her erotic expression. She closed her eyes and pushed her finger inside, causing her to yelp. I waited for a few seconds, anticipating her mom's interruption, but surprisingly, she didn't come in. I couldn't help but wonder if she was dead or something. "Faster and deeper, baby," I whispered, and she nodded, following my instructions obediently.

Chapter One: Stepdad Is Caught Lodged Between My Breasts. Ashley’s POV Remember me? The teen who has her mum’s lover’s face stuck between my breasts?… Screw that. The one whose gym pants got ripped so my soon-to-be stepdad swims down my thick thighs and gets fixed on my wet pussy? Yes, that one. I'm still frozen on the couch with my stepdad on my lap, and the soft pillow on the ground, exposing us to whoever cares to see.

After several minutes I heard her softly snoring and I spent the next couple of hours trying to fall asleep. The next night mom stayed home and after dinner I went into the living room to watch some TV. I hadn't been there fifteen minutes when mom came into the room wearing an old bathrobe and carrying her glass of Seven Crown and her bottle of Strohs. She sat next to me on the couch and for a half-hour or so we watched the TV. Mom kept moving around and changing position and then she said, "Do you mind if I put my feet on your lap Daniel? I'm having trouble getting comfortable." I said it was okay, which was a mistake, and she stretched out and put both of her feet on my lap. I looked over

I never thought of my mom sexually before but after seeing that video, I can't wait to go watch the rest of it. "Why don't you set the table?" Mom asks when we get to the kitchen. "We're just having soup and sandwiches if that's alright." She says getting the cans of soup out of the cupboard. When she bends over to get the soup pan out, I'm again staring at her luscious ass. Mom keeps herself in shape and her ass is round and firm. I'm setting the table and trying to catch a glimpse of my mom's nipples through her t-shirt but the material is too thick and her nipples are not aroused. I can't believe that I'm suddenly obsessed with seeing my mom's body. What the fuck, I'm just going to get he

I smirk and spread my legs wider while the vibrator buzzes louder against my clit with pussy lips outlined through the wet fabric and camel toe on full display. “And if I have? If I’ve been fingering my sloppy hole every night, thinking about your cock stretching me while your dad sleeps next to me, clueless?” He pushes off the frame with boots thudding to close the distance like a predator. “Then you’re a fucking cocktease, Dani.” Not Mom. Dani. The name he slurred at Christmas, drunk under the mistletoe, breath hot on my neck: “You’re too fucking hot to be my stepmom,” before stumbling away.

Then, I carried the bowl back to the table and placed it in front of Yvette. Yvette looked at the soup, and then at me, like she was deep in thought. After a moment, she pushed the bowl away. "I'm not used to the taste of this soup. I don't want it." My heart sank to my stomach. Suppressing my rising anxiety, I forced a smile and nudged the bowl back toward her. I urged, "Mom went to the trouble to make this. If you don't drink it, that's disrespectful." Yvette looked up at me with a trace of mockery in her eyes, as if she had seen through me. "Mrs. Campbell's cooking is delicious, but I'm already full."

"We require a solid plan to retrieve your father and return safely, as the area is surrounded by wild and perilous animals." "Is he alright, though?" Melissa inquired, tears streaming down her face. "Your husband is fine, but your ex-husband is absolutely insane," Shayne said with a tone of disgust. "I've sent one of my men disguised as his assistant, and I found out that he has a video of your dear daughter bathing in the bathroom naked. If you don't follow his words, he will post the video online." Melissa's mouth fell open, her heart racing with fear. Her eyes widened as she saw the anger in Shayne's face, making the air around the room heavy and hard to breathe.

He imagined her silk robe falling open, revealing her heavy, full breasts with hard pink nipples and the smooth, shaved pussy he had accidentally glimpsed once when she bent over in the kitchen. “I shouldn’t be thinking about my stepmom like this,” Alex whispered to himself, but his hand didn’t stop. Pre-cum leaked heavily from the tip, making his strokes slick and noisy. “She’s married to my dad… she raised me… but god, she’s so fucking hot.”