Perfect Body Stepmom Novels & Stories

"The risk? The lie?" "Yes," she moaned, her head lolling back. "Ah... yes! Harder, Damien!" "You're a little brat," he growled, increasing the pace. "A little, spoiled brat who wants her mother's boss to ruin her." "Ruin me then," she challenged, her voice a desperate whisper. "Just... oh! Right there!" Damien found the spot, hitting her G-spot with every deep, punishing thrust. Rhema’s vision began to blur, the pleasure building into a towering wave that threatened to drown her. She could hear her mother’s footsteps returning, the soft thud of heels on the carpet.

Maybe that was the reason. Or was it the way he gave my body pleasure Dorian failed to give? I didn’t know. But the more I told myself that, the harder it became to believe. Nothing about my reactions to him felt contractual. Nothing about the way my body responded to him felt like pretending. Dammit! I was already wet. A shiver ran through me. Out of curiosity, I let my hand drift down between my garden and thrust it there. Damn, I was completely wet, wet for my ex's step father. I went embarrassingly warm, my body reacting to Damon in a way I couldn’t even begin to control.

King Mateo replied, “I can’t imagine you being anything but sweet.” Aidinth laughed, and I knew what he was thinking about. King Mateo furrowed his brow and Aidinth explained, “I have seen her in full mom mode. We had a family, in our kingdom, who had two kids who were totally running over their father’s newly found second chance mate. We went to their house, and we could hear the kids yelling at their new stepmother. I could see Chloe getting super pissed as we walked closer to the door. We rang the doorbell, and you could see the relief in both of the parents’ faces. Chloe walked right past them, stepped into the living room, and yelled, ‘Alright! Everyone front and center NOW!’ The kids c

She didn't like the way I spoke to her, she turned the other way as she said, “ Jude, I'm your stepmom. We can't do this.” My face turned black from her words, I didn't argue, I just moved her side of the blanket and under her watch, I spread her legs and moved it down to her pussy as her breath hitched and her eyes widened in shock, I rolled my finger around her pussy as she sucked her lips, “ Ohhhh.” She let out a moan, She loved the way I pressed, dipped and hooked. I looked into her eyes, I saw the passion and the yearn.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

She can’t even let me work part-time during my college days. When my mom met my stepdad, she just found out that he is impotent, my mom had to accept everything and continue the marriage. And I am the only one who he can consider his daughter. At first, he is the ideal guy I wanted to have. Luscious abs with the age of forty-five, while my mom is forty-one. He had a good Italian feature with a mix of Philippine blood and a well-built body. It is an aste that he didn’t even have a child when his features are perfect for offspring. But it's not bad at all. Better to be. He’s way taller than me of five inches difference but almost the same when I’m wearing stiletto.

Becca's Pov Gently treading down the stairs, I glance up to see my mother gazing at me with overflowing pride. Her eyes sparkle with joy and love as she takes in my appearance. "You look absolutely perfect," she exclaims, beaming at me. My heart swells with warmth and happiness at her words. "Thank you, mum," I reply, returning her smile with equal enthusiasm. My eyes wander over her, taking in every detail of her ensemble. She looks stunning in her sleeveless, black gown that hugs her figure in all the right places. "Wow, dad won't even recognize you," I tease, praising her beauty. She gives a playful twirl, showing off the flowing fabric of her dress. "Oh stop it with the compliments or we

The kid found a pinecone on the ground and is working at pulling it apart and littering its pieces all over the porch. “So, your cult … what should I expect? Is it going to be like sister wives, and you have beautiful women coming in and out of your house like that all the time?” Stephanie was gorgeous. Tall and thin, but with attractive, more toned curves. She is what I always wished my body looked like, and seeing her coming out of the home I am sharing with Valentine, tagging behind his mother that seems to already hate me, is making ugly emotions eat away inside my chest.

Madison then made a face of disgust. I was completely horrified. “Nothing is happening between us, what the hell is wrong with you?!” The girl shrugged quietly, as though trying to explain to a one-year-old. “You can deny it all you want, but I know when someone else wants my man. I read body language, stepmom.” “Can you just stop calling me that?” “That’s who you are,” she said. “That’s all you’ll ever be, that’s what you’re destined for, so you better be careful and keep staying in your lane, hmm?”

My dad told me he was also a late grower. Only got his growth spurt when he was 16. My stepmom’s face changes when she sees my reaction and grabs my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Stop looking at me like that, with the same face as your goddamn father. You will love me, right? You can love me in his place? You need to love me.” She looks crazy. I grab her hand, trying to get myself free but she is too strong. By tiny hands are nothing in comparison to her stronger ones.