Perfect Body Stepmom Novels & Stories

"Ms. Lawson, do you like this size?" She hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant! I was just making a comparison." I snickered internally and continued, "Oh… Tell me, Ms. Lawson. What size do you like?" She answered without thinking, "Size doesn't really matter. What matters is hardness and stamina… Hey, why am I telling you this, you brat? Liam, just help me examine my body…" Seeing that Ms. Lawson had turned her face away, I blurted out on impulse, "Ms. Lawson, take a look at mine!"

I knew what dad had done; I understood her feelings she had probably been right about the others in truth I had only really been with them for the sex. I just wish she could see Stephanie as more than that, she is perfect. Beyond kind, will go to great lengths for the ones she loves, she’s loyal, intelligent not to mention fucking stunning. Just thinking about her gets me turned on, she just made me crazy. Those deep blue wide eyes always held such innocence but when I stripped her off she would be riding my dick like she could never get enough, no matter what or where we were her perfect pussy would be dripping.

Voice came out rougher, hand flexed at my side, itching to touch. She swallowed, breasts rose with the breath, lace strained. "That you're... too hot. For a stepdad and she's finding it hard to be the step daughter she's supposed to be." Words hung, her eyes dared me, thighs pressed together now, subtle shift but I caught it, the way her body betrayed her.

Bad. Tonight we were all sleeping in the same bed. Mom insisted some family bonding bullshit after a long week. I showed up in my thin silk pajama shorts and tiny tank top, no bra, nipples already poking through from the AC. Mom was passed out on the far side, curled up facing the wall, dead to the world from her double shift. “Hey, petite,” my stepdad said when I walked in, that easy smile spreading across his face. His eyes all over me quick down my body, his eyes fixed on my legs before he looked away. But I caught it.

He’s your stepson. But when I stepped out in the silky black nightie—short, clinging to my curves, no bra—the look on Alex’s face made my breath catch. He’d stripped down to just tight black boxers. His body was incredible: sculpted chest, defined abs, powerful arms. And that bulge. Thick, half-hard already, straining the fabric. I couldn’t look away fast enough. “Fuck, Mom,” he breathed, then caught himself. “I mean… you look comfortable.”

I state and the lady stares straight at me. "Look, I know it's your office but she's just discovering this brutal truth and.. And I.. I don't think she needs us to be there to.. To unveil her... "I begin to explain. "It's okay. I understand. I'd be back in a few minutes. "The lady says and I thank God for her level of maturity. I watch as she walks away. Her deep brown heels creating click sounds with every step she takes, her long dark pony tail slapping her back with every movement, and authority registered in every step.

“When I was your age, I had the most body count.” Oh… Wow! “Believable.” I chuckled. “Well in this case, I fell far from the tree.” My eyes smoothly shift past his slim figure to find my stepmom still bent over in the same spot. Her black playsuit pushed so high that the flared part hung over her ass, exposing the bottom of her thick fine bum! Holy fuck! I should look away… Should respect her privacy, except that my throat bobbed as thick spit ran down the parched length.

She says, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You’re a rogue. A picture of him, and your mom and you can’t be enough evidence. I need something more valid.” He says, locking eyes with her. She seemed lost for a minute then suddenly gasped, rushing to stand up. “I- I have a birth mark. My mother told me every of William’s off spring would bear the mark so that should prove it to you.” She says, pulling off her sweater, leaving in nothing but a white camisole. “W-what are you doing? This is inappropriate.” Beta Mateo snapped, rushing to stop the lady.

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

“Take your clothes off, Kiara. All of them.” I hesitated, cheeks burning, but the way she was watching me made my nipples hard. I pulled off my t-shirt, then my shorts and panties. Standing there naked in front of my stepmom felt filthy and thrilling at the same time. “Look at you,” she murmured, eyes dragging over my body. “Such a pretty little thing. Come here. Sit between my legs, back against my chest.” I climbed onto the bed and let her position me. Her soft tits pressed against my back through her tank top, her legs spreading around mine. One of her hands rested on my stomach, the other traced lazy patterns up my inner thigh.