Perfect Body Stepmom Novels & Stories

His bloodshot eyes, like two burning coals, were fixed firmly on Mary’s face. Slowly, the whip lowered and changed direction. The leather tip lightly rested against Mary’s arm. Her whole body stiffened. “Really?” Dad’s voice was low. Mary’s tears fell instantly, her performance full of raw emotion. “You don’t believe me? For an outsider, you actually don’t believe me? Fine! You want the truth? I’ll call the police right now! Let them come and clear my name!” As she spoke, she reached for the phone in her pocket, her movements flustered.

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 watched as she collapsed back to the ground, a smile tugging at my lips. Sweat poured down her face as she writhed in pain, cursing through gritted teeth. “You bitch… you did this on purpose!” “That’s right, I did. Just like you deliberately caused my mom to lose her baby and pushed me down the stairs to my death. You did that on purpose too, didn’t you?” I poked her belly hard, smirking. “I just want you to feel the same despair you put my mom through. Aren’t I considerate?”

Before I could even complete the sentence, my feet betrayed me and I fell on the cold floor, but in front of my cold body the floor that should be colder than the ice because of the winters, was warmer. Mom ran to me and supported my body and made me sit. I was huffing and the cold sweats started dripping from my head. “Nat...Nat...Get up, my child.” Mom tried to make me stand but my body was too heavy for me to even lift up a finger. I felt like small ants were crawling all over my body. “Darling, try to get up.” Mom’s voice was getting low, the same was happening with my visions as if my body was shutting down.

I was still a little dazed, but also cautiously hopeful. "If you need any help, let us know," Mom said. "I'm going to be quitting my jobs for the time being. I was thinking of taking some online classes and changing careers, so I can help out with the baby for the time be-ing. You just have to stop keeping things to yourself, Anita. Don't shut people out, especially the people that love you, because they are the people that wouldn't judge you, and even if we did, it's only because we care about you." I blinked quickly, feeling the stinging in my eyes.

"Scarlett, my teacher said there's a field trip next week and parents have to come. I don't want Mom to go. Can you come with me?" "Why not your mom?" I asked. "Because every time she says she's coming to see me, she just ends up following Dad around. She never holds my hand. She never asks if I'm happy or sad. She doesn't love me." I caught the quiet sadness in her voice. "That doesn't mean she doesn't love you." "I know." Her voice was still. Calm in a way that felt too old for her. "I think she loves Dad more. That's all. So, can you come?"

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom. Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup tits that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple. Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement.

She rebelled, wanting to escape, but I held her tightly from behind and still moved to pump her until her body trembled again, feeling an orgasm several times. "Just enjoy, dear. Isn't this the first time for you?" I got an amazing jackpot. My stepmother is still a virgin. She is very narrow and delicious. Her body was so fragrant and smooth. I am very greedy to feel every inch of her that is so natural and innocent. She was sweating, I kissed her neck and squeezed her round and springy breasts right in the grasp of my hand. She was very good at caring for her body, which was so charming.

"I wanted to get you alone for a moment. I know I’m practically part of the family already, but I wanted to ask for your blessing. Formally." I blink, stunned. "My blessing?" "Yes," she says with a sincere, wide-eyed smile. "You’re the mistress of this house now. You’re Ethan’s stepmother. It’s important to me that you approve of our union. I want us to be more than just in-laws, Zora. I want us to be friends. The Reynolds wives... we have to stick together, don't we?" The guilt hits me like a physical blow to the stomach. Here she is, offering me sisterhood and respect, while I spent the last hour trying not to climax in front of her.