Seducing Stepmom Novels & Stories

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

“But it’s clear that he doesn’t feel the same way about me, so I don’t think you have to worry about anything.” “It would be weird to have a stepmom be the same age as me,” Irene said, capturing her lower lip between her teeth. “It would be weird for him to date someone the same age as his daughter. Society wouldn’t accept it.” I nodded, a knot forming in the pit of my belly. “That’s why I’m never going to pursue it,” I assure her. “Gavin and I might have some fun… but that’s all it’ll ever be.” She sucked in a sharp breath, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

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.

“I advise you to go check on your child.” She caught the hint and rolled her eyes, glancing at her child but still managed to step forward. “Well, I’m glad to see you! You’re so handsome in person, you could have been the father of my child, you know that? I sent you emails then, with hope.” She laughed and added walking closer to me trying to be seductive, “But you can still be, I have no issue playing step-mum to this cutie.” I stared at her, jaw tight, anger simmering low. “Yeah, I entertained this conversation longer than I should have. If you take a step towards me, it would be too embarrassing for you, I promise.”

"Your mother was a means to an end. She was a woman of low appetites and high debts. She was easy to manage. Easy to buy." "You used her," I whispered, the weight of the betrayal hitting me again. "You sat at our table, you kissed her cheek, you called yourself my stepfather... and all the time you were just waiting for her to die?" "I didn't wait for her to die, Elara. I waited for her to fail," he corrected, his voice as sharp as the knife in his hand. "And she failed spectacularly. She gambled away your inheritance in a basement in Macau. She signed over your guardianship to settle a debt with a man who would have sold you to the highest bidder in a heartbeat. I didn't steal you. I saved

I was even afraid that one day, he would break my record. My eyes scanned my stepmom as I watched her speak friendly to Trisha. The way she looked at us seemed normal but I couldn't help but wonder if she did in a way feel captivated by Derrick's muscular build. Who knows… She might be a slut just like Catherine, our last stepmom. Would she fuck him if she had the chance?

she purred, her voice sweet and sexy. As much as I wanted to slap her hands off my body, I couldn't. A warm flutter flared in my chest, my heart beating to the rhythm of infatuation as my eyes narrowed at her. "What are you doing, Sarah?" I asked, feigning obliviousness. Her seduction was innocently annoying but captivating at the same time. I couldn't take my eyes off her, not for a second, and for a moment, I felt the urge to give in, for once in my life, to move on and embrace this juvenile love of hers. She took advantage of my silence and leaned in closer, her lips hovering over mine. "Don't forget our little bet; we still have two months and two weeks to go," she said, a smirk tugging

Lol. It all started when I was 19. It's just me and my stepmom living together in our new house we just had built out in the country. It was a normal household and we had the normal things around the house as in the sexual p**n stuff. Lol. My stepmom would always go in my room and try and find where I had my p**n and she would take them for herself and I thought it was pretty sexy. Just thinking about my stepmom watching my p**n and fingering herself turns me on. We both worked almost every day and hardly seen each other. Whenever we did get to see each other is wasn't long cause my stepmom sleeps a lot when she's off work. Usually, she would always be walking around the house with just a t-

A knot of unease tightened in my stomach at the sudden shift in her demeanor. "A favor? What kind of favor, Andrea?" I asked cautiously. She took two slow steps toward me, the lingering anger fading from her eyes as a subtle, pleading look took its place. She reached out, her fingers gently resting on my shoulder, stroking the fabric of my shirt. "I don't want to stay in this cramped house anymore, Mark," she explained softly, her voice taking on a sweet, persuasive edge. "I'm sick and tired of my mother nagging me every morning, asking when the wedding is. It's much better if I move into your mansion with you. That shouldn't be too hard to arrange, right? It's just your dad living in that m

Was I even sane anymore? “Strip.” I froze. My pulse thundered in my ears. I turned my head slowly, like someone who had just seen a ghost. But deep down… I wanted this. I loved the way he looked when he pretended to be furious—dark eyes blazing, jaw tight, that mature, dangerous scent of leather and cedar wrapping around me. My step-dad was too handsome, too controlled, too good at making a woman desperate for more. “Now.”