Novel & Cerita Hot Stepmom Stories

But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom. Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup tits that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple. Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement.

Then: “You… you what? Told who? Anthonio? You told your stepdaddy you make money posting nudes online? Are you insane, Tiana?!” I dropped my head into my hands, groaning so loud it hurt my own ears. “I don’t know! I don’t remember! I remember I was saying ‘I even have an ONLY…’ and then Mom was coming down the stairs, and then… nothing. Blank. Did I finish the sentence? Did I tell him? Did I show him? God, I’m so stupid. I’m so, so stupid.”

I said, walking toward him who had spent all the omelette that I had made. "Luckily I did not invite you because many men were looking for prey." He said while smiling then he opened his shirt in front of me. I avoided and stayed away from him. Better for me to watch television. "Mom, I want to take a shower, you don't want to help me take a bath." Oh, for God's sake! This is a crazy reason when I have a teasing stepson.

He was the hockey captain, the future Alpha everyone whispered about, built like a god and twice as cruel. She just wanted a quiet evening, a shower and maybe some food if her mom had bothered to cook but the house wasn't quiet… From upstairs, the sounds hit her like a wave. The steady creak of the bed frame, her mother's breathy, broken moans floating down the hallway and deep, masculine groans that vibrated with raw pleasure...the unmistakable wet slap of skin meeting skin, hard and rhythmic. Ashley's face burned as she stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, heart pounding, the moans grew louder, more desperate. Her mother cried out sharply, "Oh god... yes, harder..."

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 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.

"My mom lied to me… She never paid the heating bill!" At the same time, images flashed through my mind. The warm apartment upstairs, Alex complaining about the heat and asking for a popsicle, and Howard in a T-shirt in the middle of winter. Could it be that my mom took the money I gave her for my heating bill and used it to pay for Howard's place instead? The thought alone blurred my vision with tears. Mom had always been a little biased, but it was always just small things. And as the older sister, I never made a fuss. But thinking of Ciara, sick from the cold, my heart felt as if it were pierced by needles.

As soon as the foods were finished heating, he put them in a try and brought them to Caleb who was seated and patiently waiting on the couch. Caleb picked up a piece of garlic bread and took a bite. Then he grabbed the spoon, scooped the soup, and put it in his mouth but he grimaced when his lips were burned. “Hot!” Callum chuckled as he took the spoon from him. He had blown the soup and made sure that it was no longer hot before he asked Caleb to eat it. The child snatched the spoon from him and started eating slowly. He watched his son eat first as he readied himself to explain something that he knew his child did not want to hear.

" Mom's eyes went wide, and her hands trembled as she took the report. After reading through it word by word, she tore the medical report into tiny pieces. "Ridiculous! This is absolutely ridiculous!" she shrilled. "You'll stop at nothing to deceive us, even forging medical reports to mess with us!" She turned to Hailey and said, "Hailey, don't listen to her. You're perfectly healthy. Caroline's the sick one–" Her comforting words were cut short when she saw Hailey crouched on the floor, her face deathly pale and covered in cold sweat. "Hailey?!" "Mom... My stomach hurts..."

"Oh, I just bumped it up a bit. It was getting kinda chilly in here." I gave her a flat stare. "Molly. You're naked." She gasped in mock surprise, looking down at herself. "Oh no! Not again!" "The rest of us aren't. It's hot." You're hot. "There's a solution for that." "Yeah, turning down the heat. Dad's going to kill you." Her eyes twinkled. "A different solution." "What, you want Mom and Dad to strip now?" I wrinkled my nose to let her know exactly what I thought of that.