Moaning Stepmom Novels & Stories

He is followed by some of the other members at the council. “I don’t know what you have said to my son, but it is clear that he is too weak to make a decision, which is why I want you to leave him alone!” Mother barked at Mammon, who respond with a smile on his face. “Why do you hate so much step mother?” “Because you are a trouble to this family!” Her words cut through the air, increasing the tension in the room. “I don’t want to disrespect the dead, but I will never forgive my husband for wedding his mistress, your miserable mother”

“ mom “ I called out the moment I picked up the phone . “You know what girl , I think I have been too nice with you , what guts do you have to talk to your step dad in that way and in that manner , I have done literally everything to make sure that you are happy and give you that life that you deserve , but why can’t you just do this for me , why do you have to mess this up “ “‘You think because I am not around . You can just go to anywhere and just come back to the house the way you like and when he confronts you about it , you think that you can just open your mouth and talk to him the way you like , you better not get on my nerves girl because I can see that shuan is doing everything in h

I found them sprawled on the sofa, laughing as if the world was theirs. The woman was draped over him, her lipstick smeared across his mouth, her heels digging into the couch cushions. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” I snapped, as soon as I got down the stairs. They both turned to look at me like I was an annoying bug. "Who I am doesn’t concern you," the woman said with a cruel smile. "But since you asked... I'm your stepmom,” she paused, exchanging glances with my stepfather. Her words hit me harder than any slap.

Why would she think it’s her fault. “He was right. I can’t look after myself so how could I have expected to look after a child. If I can’t even look after myself then how? How? I am a very bad mom. I lost my pup. How could I have been so stupid. I should have taken better care of myself. I should’ve done more. I should’ve drank more water. I should’ve slept on time. I should’ve sat down more. I should have listened to him.” I sat there crying silently as she spoke, watching her cry freely as she spoke, convincing herself she was wrong. She paused, suddenly throwing the duvet off her body, attempting to stand up.

She bristles at the dismissal before swallowing thickly, her eyes glued to the blades just a hairbreadth away from my fingers. “Well, we need to start planning an engagement party, and I won’t take no for an answer,” my stepmom huffs, crossing her arms like a petulant child. I almost choke on the laughter that bubbles up in my throat. The entire scene is absolutely ridiculous. This woman, who apparently now wants me to view her in a step-mother role after so many years, is acting more like a child than even her eight-year-old daughter. “Listen,your position here is holding on by a thread. The only thing holding me back from kicking you to the curb is my father’s last wishes … and maybe Ria.”

"Please, Sarah. I need to cum so bad. I have been good. I confessed everything." She laughed softly and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head up. "Good? You have been spying on me for months, stealing my dirty panties, licking them like a dog. You are a filthy stepson freak, and freaks get edged until they break." She pulled her sports bra up and off, letting her heavy tits spill free. Her dark nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. She stepped closer and smothered my face between them. "Suck on stepmom's tits while I stroke you again. But remember, no cumming."

"You... you can't do anything to me. I'm your mother." "You mean a stepmother who's leaching off her own stepson, bullying him in a house that is rightfully his?" Her body went absolutely still. "How... how did you know?" I laughed, moving backward so I could take in her whole horrified look. "Wow, I didn't know seeing my stepmom so terrified would be a turn-on." I stared down at my cock. "Look, it's so hard again. Shit." Her eyes went to my cock, and for a little while her eyes stayed glued to its thickness before returning to my face once more. "So what do you plan on doing? Kick me out?"

“I—I’m sorry, Grace. I swear, I didn’t mean to—” “Don’t touch me.” Mom snapped, voice cracking. “Let go of me.” I squeezed my eyes shut, praying it wasn’t real. “I shouldn’t have said that,” Dad murmured. “I know how much you’ve treated her like your own. Not just her stepmom…” Stepmom? That word stabbed deeper than anything else. I wanted to scream. To collapse. To throw something. But all I could do was stand there, shaking like a leaf, while the world I knew shattered around me.

I said in a relieved voice. "It sure was buster." Karen cooed while apparently happy with my answer. "Do you think you could fill your mommy up again with some more big boy cum? After all, once is never and twice is nice when it comes to making creamy white messes in my mommy twat young man." "What? Are you serious mom? After what happened?" I choked in disbelief. Was my stepmom seriously asking me to fuck her again? Especially after what had just happened? "You heard me young man," she spoke as I saw a drop of my seed snap out of her cunt to splash onto the kitchen floor, "do you feel like shooting more of your baby batter up your mama's cooter upstairs?"

I don't know them and it's making me even more miserable. "What does it feel to marry a man for money? You're always calling me a gold digger but it turns out you're also one." That was what my evil and pretentious stepmom said when she heard that I had an agreement with a man twice my age for money to save my mom's company. The situation is making me want to hurt everyone around me. I want to pull my stepmom's hair until she's completely bald and throw her out of my father's house ruthlessly.