Sexy Stepmom Novels & Stories

She never knew that sex could be this sweet. Another smack was sent to her other ass and she moaned again, her eyes were drowsy whilst she looked at the man in wonder. Another smack and she felt her brain clear, she mind wasn't processing anything anymore only pleasure, only sweetness "Fuck..." As the fourth smack landed she moaned out panting. The fifth smack hit her and her body was almost shaking, sweats already filled her body. The sixth smack "Ahhhh..." her eyes moist, she looked like she would cry like a little pet anytime soon. "Taaa!!!" the seven smack and her body was shaking whilst her clit was throbbing, her moans were coming out almost like a purr, her body weakly stayed on top o

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.

"I'm going to make you come again. And again. Until you can't anymore. Until you remember who owns this body." He brought Kai to orgasm with just his fingers, working his prostate until Kai came dry, shaking and sobbing. Then he did it again. And again. Until Kai was a trembling mess, oversensitive and wrung out. "No more, Daddy, please, I can't..." "You can. One more. For me." He fucked Kai again, slow and deep, working his oversensitive body until somehow, impossibly, Kai came one more time. When it was finally over, when they were both completely spent, Sebastian cleaned Kai gently. Wiped him down with a warm cloth, applied lotion to the marks on his hips.

“That was just the start. First rule of seduction—lure your man into his fantasy, his favorite things. Like giving catnip to a cat. Get them high. And once they get used to it, that’s when you make them your prey.” “Easier said than done,” I complained, massaging my thighs. “Jack was a bit rough. I still feel like a squashed tomato.” Last night, I felt like I was in a massage parlor that turned into a boxing ring. Instead of feeling relaxed, it was like every muscle in my body had been worked to exhaustion. I had to cover my neck with concealer because of the hickeys he left—and they weren’t just there, but all over my body, especially my chest.

Then the footage cut to a different set of records, showing 49,800 dollars transferred from Dad's bank account into Mom's personal account every single month, like clockwork. The color started draining from Uncle Keith's face. Before the screen went dark, a phone recording played through the speakers, every single word ringing out crystal clear. "That lunatic, what does he have going for him besides money? If it weren't for the company, I wouldn't give him the time of day. "He actually thinks he's some kind of big shot? He's nothing but a walking ATM that I've been playing like a fiddle." Every sentence was Mom, tearing Dad to shreds behind his back.

* * * Mom is so eager to film her new reality, "Does a Slut Live Here?" It's a brilliant idea where she and Dad go from door to door and fucking horny housewives and their nubile daughters. That was the real reason for the trip, and why they had to bring both their sex slaves along to be the camerasluts. Mom is so wet for it. She loves watching Dad fuck other women, the naughty cuckqueen. She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter.

There was no time to worry about that now, because Arielle's mother had already stripped off every stitch of my clothes. I lay on the bed as she pulled out all the stops and gave me a full-body spa. The sensation was utterly intoxicating—something I'd never experienced before. Soon, Arielle's mother slid her way down my body. She opened her mouth... Ah. That feeling was incredibly intense. No surprise there—she was a professional. Twisting, turning, sucking, licking—she knew every trick in the book. She set my whole body on fire, wave after wave of pleasure surging through my lower belly.

But we'll need to line up another family, another alliance. I nodded. Papa didn't usually interfere much in my life, but when it truly mattered, he still supported me in what I wanted. Then, out of nowhere, someone came to mind. A year ago, I had met the Madre of the Scarela family, Teresa Colombo, once. She had taken a liking to me right away, repeatedly emphasizing that she wanted me as her daughter-in-law. Back then, I turned her down every time. But things were different now, weren't they?

The last trip was the worst, the delays, the It wouldn't be okay until he had her underneath him in bed, until he felt her warm, soft body wrap around him, he would finally be able to relax. He had gone through the door of the apartment and the desire had hit him like a punch, slow and hard. Layla looked up with his usual smile, his eyes as deep, calm and clear as a dim lake, and his wild mood vanished, replaced by primal sexual need.

He learned to smile, and laugh like a child, Enjoying in her arms, His Demons slept forever, his soul started to breathe, When she chirped like a Nightingale in his ears; Wake Up Sexy, Please!