Perfect Body Stepmom Novels & Stories

"Look at this." He crossed the room in three strides and went very still when he saw it, his eyes moving between the photograph and Amelia's wrist with the focus of a man cataloguing evidence for a trial. "That's not proof of anything," Margaret said quickly, too quickly, from the doorway. "Birthmarks aren't unique. Half the babies born that decade probably had something similar." "Then why do you look like you've seen a ghost, Mother?" Ethan asked, not unkindly, but firmly.

When my stepdaughter, Yvonne Sinclair, reported me to the police for bad-touching her, my mother rushed to the police station. But outside the station, someone pushed her to the ground, and she broke her hip. In my past life, Yvonne had to repeat her senior year of high school. She complained that her school dorm was too noisy and begged me to let her move back home. My wife, Wendy Harper, backed her up. “How could you bear to let your daughter stay in a room with seven other girls?” I gave Yvonne my study and bought her a new desk and a new lamp. Two months later, she reported me to the police. She claimed that I had entered her room in the middle of the night. When the police asked h

Swoony. “Did anyone dress up?” She begins to walk towards the kitchen and I follow after her, admiring that in her forties she still has the figure of a kid my age. Mom loves to do Pilates, yoga and works hard on her cross trainer in our gym here at home. It shows, with her toned body, arms and legs. No wonder my dad is always smacking her butt it’s so tight. I hope that I never give up running and working out, because honestly, I’d love to have a figure like my mom’s when I am her age.

My moms; my beautiful, sexy stepmoms, fucking like animals on the counter where they prepare food. Thia’s athletic body glistened with sweat, her toned abs flexing while Leah’s curves jiggled, her ass cheek spreading on the marble. Even after all these years, they were hotter than any p**n I’d jerked to. My cock was rock hard, begging for release. I pulled it out right there in the dark, stroking slowly before matching their pace. Pre cum coated my hand as I watched Thia bite into Leah’s shoulder, their moans echoing desperately.

She whimpered. “Ok…” I just nodded. I felt happy, finally, josh got someone who is so much in love with him. She is his stepdaughter, but the love they are sharing is incredible. He is so possessive of her that if she asked for a moon he will try everything to give her the moon. I was happy, at least someone has a family.

Mum is best described as a beautiful innocent monster, at first glance, you may be deceived to think you have met one of the nicest persons ever. I got my good looks from her, we have the perfect face to make you crown us with the world's highest title was given to beautiful people, but the content of our hearts and things we are capable of will make the devil shiver for fear. I tried to compose myself in the presence of my current temporary stepdad, he looked at me with great concern, only if he knows what his darling sweet little what have is in store for him. I hurried off to my room and slammed the door.

I was really horny and craved for him badly,so I had to change my shorts twice. By evening, my Mom had another one of her fancy dinners downstairs. I didn't want to go, but she gave me that look, the one that said I was being difficult again,so I had to put on a simple black dress that hugged my body a little and went down. My stepdad was there, of course,looking too good in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up, talking to some important people like he owned the whole damn world. Which he kind of did,every time our eyes met across the room, heat pooled low in my belly,I drank more than I should have champagne,wine, then something stronger that burned going down.

“Little bean, it’s gonna be you and me against the world. So don't panic and trust momma.” I stepped out of the shower and cleared the steam off the mirror to look at myself. I turned to the side and tried to push out my abdomen, imagining what it would look and feel like to be sporting a full baby belly. A smile spread over my face at the mental image and I began to towel my body dry.

I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, loving the way he hissed and thrust into my fist. “Fuck, Melissa,” he groaned. I pulled him down on top of me. His mouth found my tits immediately, sucking hard on one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. I cried out, arching, spreading my legs wide for him. “Yes… Touch me… Own me.” I begged. His hand slid between my thighs and two thick fingers pushed straight into my dripping cunt. I moaned loud, bucking my hips. I couldn't imagine what I was doing with my step son. This was sacrilege.

That night, Mason finally returned home. He stood framed in the doorway, reeking of cheap alcohol, every part of him reeked of Olivia’s unmistakable scent —night jasmine, white musk, and a lingering trace of silver leaf. It was a scent widely known for its powerful aphrodisiac effects. It was easy to picture the passionate scene he had with his step-mother. The moment Mason stepped inside, he spotted me seated on the couch, engrossed in a book. He grinned and outstrip his arms for an embrace. But this time, I calmly, deliberately, pushed him away.