Naughty Stepmom Novels & Stories

There was no doubt left in my mind that if given the opportunity I would have started plowing Karen's rich cunt with my pubescent cum long ago if given the chance at home because my new stepmom was a bonafide MILF to me, a 'mom I would like to fuck' and more than anything in the world I ached to feel the vaginal entrance looking straight at me against my gliding cock until I ejaculated all of my teenage spunk inside of my naked stepmom in front of me with her hairy looking muff capturing all of my attention.

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.

Rachel continued, “If you’re a good boy... you can bend me over and pull these snug panties I’m wearing to the side? I might even let you stick that big thing of yours inside of me...” I about fell off my chair with that comment! Rachel, my freaking stepmother, wanted me to jam my dick inside of her?! “Would you like that?” She asked. “Bend over your stepmommy and give her a nice, thick cock?” “That’s what I’ve been thinking about ever since you walked in here,” I told her.

He asked, “She was a total hardass. I have no doubt she’ll keep the boy in check. He would end up coming back with good manners.” Well, now that I think of it, taking care of Mrs. Isadora probably was a harsher punishment than time in the lock-up. I had never liked that lady, especially when she peered at me through those thick glasses that made her eyes look big and buggy. I had this distinct feeling that she saw through my fake pity stories. And also, she never cared that I was the Alpha’s stepson; she would punish me without a second thought. On one occasion, she had even recommended to my mother that I should visit the school psychologist.

How could people be so cruel? Lena had grabbed the remote and switched off the tv when I couldn’t help but watch the sick news. “It will fuck you up! Stop watching this shit!” she had shouted at me. “What she said was a lie” A voice booms from the door and I stiffen. Fucking great! It’s my stepmom. Joy. All she bought in my life was misery. She is an influential woman. She often gets her way with dad. Dad loves her, maybe that’s why.

“Yeah. I like you Naudia, you are nice. Most women are really mean and I don’t want some mean old lady as a step mom.” I laugh so hard I snort. A mean old lady? How old does he really think his dad is? Before I can say anything, Gavin asks. “So, you want Naudia to be your step mom?” Grant looks over at me and smiles. “Yep. That would be nice.”

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

"You and Temi have become quite mischievous lately haven't you? I'd report you to aunty Iyabo. Leave my room! "I scold them both. Threatening to report them to their late mother's big sister. The same one they live with. "Sorry daddy." They apologize and exit my room. I exhale as my mind runs back to Esther. I'm inlove with her! With my best friends sister!

"Like hell that's true." Anita wasn't that kind of girl. After finding out her mom was the woman Dad betrayed our family for, I realized I didn't know a lot about her, but I'd seen plen-ty. She didn't have a lot of friends. As far as I'd seen, besides me, there was only one other girl she ever talked to at school. She walked herself to and from school, and I didn't think she did a lot of activities outside of school. I was sure she'd never been to any party, and most of the kids in senior year had been to at least one.

he said. “My father is gone. My stepmother needs me… Olivia is afraid to be alone. I must be there for her.” And with that, he left without turning back. As the door slammed shut, my heart felt as though it were being torn apart. Our daughter approached, whispering, “Mommy… Did Daddy go to that auntie again? Aren’t you his mate? Why does he sleep with another woman every night? Isn’t that lady his mom? How can they sleep together?”