Hot Stepmom Stories Novels & Stories

"If Dad's home, he cooks. Otherwise, I handle it myself. I'm an adult—I don't need babysitting." Wendy answered automatically, missing how Fanny Wen's face stiffened before settling into outright skepticism. "What could you possibly cook? With your skills..." "That's why I brought enough hotpot seasoning to last a year! Anyway, gotta go—they're calling me for dinner. Oh, and Dad made smoked Texas-style brisket for me. No adjustment issues, the food's fantastic, living conditions are perfect—your daughter's thriving, so relax." "I am relaxed," Fanny Wen said. "Your father was so eager to have you with him—of course I trust he'd take good care of you."

She bites down, her body releases jolts of vibration, and her stomach hardens with pent-up arousal. She’s not sure if it's a plea for him to stop or to continue, and she doesn't care to stop him either. “Stepmom,” the word is heavy with hypocrisy, smile doesn't fade off his lips. “I wonder what your pussy looks like—” “My body.” She corrects, soaked in shame. It's like a heavier blow hearing him call her pussy as raw as it is, and more stupid of her to still keep her legs spread out for him. He scoffs, eyes on Sheryl’s wet ones, mocking her with every chance he gets. “Doesn't stop you from dripping for me—”

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."

Disgusted at how she cooed over Geoff’s story. “How’d you learn all this?” Someone behind Geoffrey asked. Others nodded they wanted to know how he got all this information, because adults didn’t tell them things like this. “I got ears you know. No one ever suspects you’re listening when they think you’re asleep. They say things. Now dad’s even more set on his divorce from my ex-stepmom. She’s a monster hiding in a human body. If anyone ever asked me who I hate. She’d be the only one on the list. She’s a mean person. Now she moved into my dad’s home so he had to move out so the divorce could happen. So, I told him he could stay with us if he was nice to my mom and got back together with her.

And it was so hot, like heating up water and making it simmer but not letting it quite reach a boil. But I could only take it for so long, and soon masturbating to thoughts of my goddess stepmom wasn’t enough to quench me. We’d spent weeks acting this way, with her giggling and showing off her body in clothes so skimpy that she’d never wear them if my father were home. Staring into each other’s eyes, skirting the line of how into each other we could be and how much we could show it without breaking any rules.

I said, grabbing my purse and leaving before he had a chance to respond. I drove away, knowing another seed had been planted. I returned home after lunch, flipped open his computer, went to the Literotica website and opened the story What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks His Mom (as it was the hottest of the stories I had read). I left the browser on that story and returned to work, leaving yet one more tease for my son.

He was talking to his friend Brad about some hot videos they had watched. Then came the shocker. He talked about a video about a guy and girl only this time the guy had wanted to have sex with his mom…. The girl pretended to be his mom and resisted his wanting to have sex with her. He slowly started feeling his pretend ’mom’ and soon he was laying on top of her and kissing her neck. The pretend mom got all aroused and slowly let him feel her tits. I then heard Jeff say: “Brad, keep this to yourself….but….I wish that was me on my mom. She’s so sexy with nice tits, I would love to fuck her….huh?….you too would love to fuck your mom too? Were sicko’s Brad…..but I bet other guys wish they could

and then he took his ladder and went home. "Come inside" the momma said, "And I will cook you a delicious dinner and give you a back rub. "And then can we have sex?" the poppa asked. The momma, knowing that she was pretty loose and sloppy said, "Not tonight poppa, I have a yeast infection. Maybe in a couple of days." In the mischievous son's room the beautiful daughter had her legs up on the mischievous son's shoulders and he was driving his cock into her as she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me."

He didn't expect any of them to come with their parents. Suddenly, that didn't matter to him anymore. His stepmom would be his date.Several days later, Tommy was home alone. It was a warm afternoon and he had just finished cutting the grass so he decided to take a cool shower. He went into the bathroom, leaving the door carelessly open and undressed, then stepped into the clear glass shower stall. He flipped on the shower, gasping as the cool water hit him. Soon, he was enjoying the refreshing feeling of the cold water. As he began to soap himself, he began to think of his stepmom. Suddenly, he had a raging hard-on. He soaped his hand and worked up a lather on his long shaft. His eyes were c

“I want a mom to love me, too, but Mom doesn’t love me. I thought that if I treated Ethan well, you’d like me more…” As I spoke, I squeezed out a few fat tears and pointed toward Ethan, who was lying nearby with his broken leg, crying weakly. “I give Ethan my milk every day, and I let him play with my favorite teddy bear… Just now, if I hadn’t pulled him, he would’ve flown into the sky and never been able to play with me again. “Our teacher says we should respect adults and take care of kids, so I did. Dad, you have to believe me.”