Making Out With Step Mom Novels & Stories

FUCKING MY STEP--MOM My stepmother had always tried to tempt me. Whenever Dad wasn’t around, she’d walk around the house practically naked. I was twenty fucking years old—what the hell did she think she was doing? By “practically naked,” I mean she wore only a tiny lace bra and panties that barely covered anything. Even though she was pregnant, her swollen belly and fuller curves only made her look hotter. Every time she strolled into the living room, my cock would get rock hard. I used to run to my room and jerk off furiously, but today I decided I wasn’t running anymore. Dad was a pilot and wouldn’t be home all weekend.

I was dripping. Mom sighed, pouring coffee. “Your stepdad had too much last night. Men and their get-togethers.” She kissed my forehead. “I just want us to be a complete family, sweetie. A real family.” But what she didn’t know was even with my step daddy in the picture, her constant absence in my life still made us an incomplete family. She mentioned my stepdad, it only made my pussy wetter. “I know, Mom. You’ve done everything for me.” My voice was sweet, likeable, hiding the storm I was brewing.

Watch Uncle Stephan slip his right hand inside the back of her trousers, and knead her bottom. Still kissing me, my mother slid her hand down his cock that was limp and stroked her thumb across the head of his cock, gently swirling the fluid that was leaking from the end. Uncle Stephan’s dick began to swell again. My mom pulled away and whispered something into his ear. His gaze darkened, and instantly he stripped his clothes. My mother did the same. My mother went on her knees, her ass shooting up in the air. Uncle Stephan knelt behind her and nosed his cock at her entrance.

We talked and laughed for a while but just before we ended the call, she said I sounded different… happier, glowing, but also like I was hiding something big from her. I lied and told her I had met a new older man. She laughed and warned me to be careful with older guys. She will never know the truth: that the older man is my own stepfather, twenty years older than me, and married to my mother Mike and I still meet every single chance we get. Sometimes the fucks are quick and dirty — a fast pounding in the bathroom while my mother is in the living room. Sometimes they are longer and nastier when we get a few minutes alone

Not only was he tearing me open, he was dragging my mother down with me, ripping her dignity to pieces. "Don't say that, please. My mother is not like that. I am not..." He didn't even let me finish. He just turned around and headed for the door. “Wait!” I choked out, crawling after him on shaking limbs. He paused without looking back, "Please don't tell my mother. Please," I sobbed. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "Welcome to my pack, stepsister. I hope you enjoy your stay." With that, he walked out without even a glance.

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.

And who said I dumped Justin? Everyone looked confused. "Didn't you say it yourself? That you were the mother?" "I've always treated Adrian like a younger brother," Rowena quickly explained. "The baby lost his mother the moment he was born. I became his godmother so he wouldn't grow up being bullied." "You should've told us that sooner, Rowena. With the way you set all this up, we thought this was your biological son!" "And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad."

He turned to cody, who was starstruck. “I had sex with your stepmom,” he said. “I know and I’m sure we would both do it again when given the chance,” he said with a teasing smile.

“Excuse me?” She gave me a wicked grin. “Hello, he only eyefucks you every time you’re in the same room with him.” “We’re always bickering,” I defended, feeling uncomfortable. “Right,” she laughed. “Foreplay.” “Stop it.” I smacked her with my pillow. “He’s my stepdad.” Jackie nodded. With a mocking tone she said, “Totally. Quite the paternal figure.” “Fuck you.” “I wish your stepfather would, but he’s too busy fantasizing about you.”

So that is why he tried to mate with me the other day? I had been a tool for a very long time, I trusted every word that he said. They had been playing games with me for so long and I had no idea, I can't believe it! Just then, the door swung open and my step parents walked in. My stepmom turned her gaze to me and it rested on my hands. Quickly, she approached me and snatched the phone from me. I clenched my fist angrily and the only thing I felt like doing right now was giving this old lady a good punch.