Novel & Cerita Sex With Stepdad Stories

"His son was a friend. I was fourteen years old and cared about nothing but living a good life and getting rid of my stepmother and her son. I always went to his house, the woman was living with them. One day, he called me to come so I did and there he told me he was sleeping with his father's girl… Or rather, she was sleeping with him. He said she was interested in me and wanted to teach him how to get a threesome. I blankly refused of course, but he already drugged my drink with something to boost my hormones. Long story short, I got a BJ from my friend and got laid by his stepmom." "That's horrible but yet kind of exciting and weird. Did you guys continue it?" "Hell no! I cut all ties wit

My mother likes keeping things to herself and well. Thaddeus nods. " Back then, your mother pleaded with the king to cancel the marriage after she found her mate, your father." He explains. " I took, fell in Love with someone but I wasn't as lucky as your mother to have a life with her. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I wasn't a coward. Maybe things would have ended up differently. " He sighs before turning to look at me. " I'm being a chatterbox, right?" He asks with a sad smile ànd I shake my head.

"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 massive place. If I move in, I can finally escape the gossip and judging eyes of the neighbors around here." I took a deep, agonizing breath, rubbing my temples as dread settled over me. I hated the idea with every fiber of my being. Living in that mansion with my stern, demanding father was nerve-wracking enough on a normal day. Adding Andrea—and her unannounced pregnancy—into that high-tension environment was a recipe for disaster. "I'll think about it, Andrea," I stammer

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

He was a man in his prime, possessive and powerful, and I was starving for a touch that wasn't polite or familial. Ever since I broke up with my ex. I have been so sex deprived and in need of someone who could quench my hunger.The guilt of betraying my mother flickered in my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer, visceral need that had plagued me since my breakup. I stood up, intending to clean myself, when a sound pierced the silence. A groan. Deep, guttural, and unmistakably masculine. My room shared a wall with my parents' suite. Maybe the sound was coming from there but my mother was gone for the weekend, having headed to her best friend's house for a sleepover, and my stepbr

Then he flipped me onto all fours, my belly hanging heavy and perfect between us, and took me from behind slow at first, then hard enough that the couch groaned and my moans probably carried all the way down the hall. “Tell me you love it,” he demanded, one hand twisted in my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit fast and mean. “Tell me you love your stepdad ruining you even while you’re carrying his baby.” “I love it,” I sobbed out. “I love you ruining me, Daddy fuck don’t stop ” I came again, loud and messy, and he followed, collapsing over my back, still inside me, kissing the nape of my neck like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

My mother lounged in the armchair like a depraved empress, her smirk filthy and feral as she watched me struggle to process the twisted game she’d set in motion. “Darling,” she drawled, “don’t play the innocent now. You’ve been fucking my husband for weeks. Did you think I’d stay blind? Did you think I wouldn’t want a taste?” My mouth opened, but nothing came out. She was dead right—I’d been screwing Christian, my stepdaddy, for almost a month. The guilt had clawed at me, but his thick shaft filling me, the way he fucked me senseless—it was an addiction I couldn’t kick. But this? Her stepping in, turning it into her own pornographic show? That was beyond anything I’d imagined.

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My best friend Stephany keeps asking me what's wrong so in the end I've told her since I can't tell anybody else. "Shit so you are in love with your stepfather?.....OMG girl!! I wonder what he must look like since you fell for him....tell me, is he hot??" She smirks but I sigh. "Steph you don't get it do you?! It's wrong he is married to my mother and she.....she just....behaves like the ice queen she always was!" "Wait what, so she doesn't love him??"

I hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately. And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it. I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.