Making Out With Step Mom Novels & Stories

Amy shrugged playfully. "If you weren't going out on dates where were you going every Saturday night? You were gone all night, usually," Matt asked. His step mom answered with a seductive and mischievous smile that she pressed into her shoulder as she shrugged. "I go out to the club with some girlfriends." "All night?" "No, not all night... there's always a guy out there that at least looks worth my time," Amy half laughed. "What? Didn't know your step mom was a slut?" Amy asked, taking another large drink. "I'm single... attractive..."

Sophie threw herself at Retica and started flirting with her and before Retica could understand, they’re already best friends. One day, she visited Sophie and her mum went to the shopping mall and Sophie told her that she would teach her new fun tricks which she learned from her Step-Dad porny-movies. Sophie is more a daddy-slut than Retica that she normally urges her step-dad to feel her little pussy while bathing. Sophie’s mum is a busy-busy career woman with little or no time. And her step dad is a video-maker who works from home. She is normally left under his care.

I was going to give her a No answer but then why say no? Later in the evening, she spread out a mat on the floor and placed a mattress to contain us all. She also bought popcorn and drinks for us to chill off ourselves while watching the show, "Orange is the new black". With Aiden lying in the middle of us in the dimly lit room. We were all covered under the blankets and my mom was excitingly commenting on the characters and laughing. I just stayed mute as faked joining in to laugh. While under the blankets, my body froze as I felt Aiden's hand run down my thigh. I widened my eyes and looked at him. "Wait did she really have to do that?" my mom commented. It's been ages since I last saw her

Mom was head over heels, married him six months later, and suddenly he was living in our house—my stepdad. I kept my little obsession separate. Different laptop, private browsing, headphones. No overlap. Life went on. Until this week. Mom flew to Florida for a girls’ trip with her old nursing friends—ten days of sun, cocktails, and no responsibilities. The house was just me and Richard. He’d been extra busy “on calls” in his home office, doors closed, which was fine by me. Gave me plenty of alone time to re-watch Rex’s newest video (the one where he bends the girl over the kitchen island and growls “This pussy belongs to Daddy now” while he breeds her raw).

"Can't admit that you've been wanting my cock just as bad as I've wanted your tight little cunt?" He reached down, wrapping his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow stroke that made my mouth water. "I know the truth, stepmom. I've heard you." My cheeks burned with humiliation. "Heard me? What are you talking about?" He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Those nights when Dad's not around, I've heard you moaning my name, fingering that wet pussy of yours, pretending it's me inside you. Fuck, it's driven me crazy. I've jerked off to those sounds more times than I can count, imagining burying myself balls-deep in you. But I waited. Waited for the right time. And today?

I remind him, my voice shaky. “I don’t care…” he mumbles, his breath hot against my skin. “She thinks I’m cheating on her with you anyway. Isn’t it better if we make it true?” “But I’m your stepmom,” I protest, my heart racing as he tilts his head from my lips to my neck. “Even better,” he husks with a wicked glint in his eyes. My eyes widen slightly. Even better? Does he have mommy issues?—wait, of course he does.

“Liam is your stepfather! He is my husband! He belongs to me, and you went out there and stole him from my own bed without a single shred of dignity or shame!” “No! That’s not true!” I cried out, the tears finally spilling freely down my cheeks. My knees began to shake so badly I could barely stand under the weight of her accusations. “It’s the bond, Mother! He is my mate! I didn't want this to happen, I didn't try to take him from you!”

The filthy wet sounds of my holes being destroyed filled the entire living room. Tyler grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat, face-fucking me hard. “Take it, you nasty stepmom slut,” Tyler groaned. “Getting double stuffed by your stepson’s friends while he watches. Does Jimmy know what a whore his wife is?” Cedrick stroked his massive cock slowly from the armchair, eyes glued to the obscene scene. “Look at her,” he said proudly. “My friends are ruining my stepmom’s holes and she’s loving every second. You love being a gangbang toy for the next generation, don’t you, Mom?”

Her eyes flick to Daniel and it’s like they’re communicating telepathically. “My idea,” Mom confesses, looking down at her hands. “I knew he wanted you,” she says quietly, still not meeting my eyes. “And I knew that if you’d known everything from the start, you would’ve panicked.” She swallows. “So we needed a way… a way for you not to be yourself for a while.” Her eyes finally lift to mine. “Seeing you on that table just now…” I stare at her, my head spinning. My mother. My own mother has been sleeping with her stepson just to "manage" him. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The room feels smaller, like the walls leaned in while she was talking.

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.