Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I wasn't a mind reader, but I just knew for a fact that she was going to laugh, or probably call me some kind of weird name for liking stuff like that. I pushed the memory out of my mind as I sat on the edge of the bed, the same one she’d just walked out of hours ago, staring at the place where her body had been. The sheets still smelled like her soft, warm, and maddening. If I didn't have any bit of self control or respect left for the both of us, then best believe that I wouldn't mind dry humping the sheets till I came over and over again. Hell, I didn't even need to think that far or do too much. Gods, I could jerk off to the sound of her voice in my head and it still wouldn't be enough.

I sneaked into Sebastian’s bedroom pretending to sleepwalk, my naked body burning with need, hoping my stepfather would finally stop fighting the monster he’d awakened in both of us. My mom actually slept just one door away. She slept off in her study while working and I didn’t care. My pussy yearns for my StepDaddy even more since the night he’d ruined me during the storm, and filled his cum in me like he was filling up a loophole for a dirty secret that can’t be out in the open.

“Too many people.” My mother opened her mouth to speak but closed it just as fast, nodding. Sometimes I felt bad for her. She had a Beta mate and two knucklehead sons. I was her last chance at femininity in the household, but her only daughter would rather wrestle a boar in the mud than go through the motions of braiding her hair. “Don’t go too far,” she called after me. I broke into a sprint the second I was out of the crowd, politely ignoring the chatter from the pack members as I slipped past them. Once I’d gotten far enough into the outskirts of the pack, I smiled at the familiar mop of blonde hair that came into view.

I rolled out of bed with a groan, threw on the first hoodie I could find, grabbed my hockey bag, and headed downstairs. Mom was already in the kitchen. She looked up from her coffee and smiled. “Morning, honey.” “Morning.” “You look exhausted.” “I slept like shit.” “I can see that.” She didn’t push, and I was grateful. If she had asked why, I honestly wouldn’t have known what to say. I couldn’t exactly tell my mother that I had caught my stepbrother with a girl on his lap. Jeff walked in a moment later, his tie hanging loose around his neck as he searched the counter for his car keys.

his mother said, stopping in front of the elevator as they waited for the doors to open. "Believe me, Mom, I had planned to introduce her to you. But you showed up unannounced and disrupted my plans." "Oh, really? So it’s okay for strangers to spend the night in your apartment, but I can’t visit without an appointment?" "You’re making this unnecessarily complicated, Mom," Axton sighed. "All I want is for you to be kind to her. This is hard for her, too. We’re serious about each other, and I want your support. I want you to love her like I do."

He was my step-uncle now. My imagination was ruining those 3-night moments like hell. Now I’m not sure if I’ll ever get aroused seeing my step-uncle in my dream. I sighed. “I’m fine in our previous house, Mom. I don’t want to interfere with your privacy,” I said. I didn’t want to move in with them—to make it worse than it already was. “Umm, I already put the house on sale,” Mom said. “What?” I looked at her, shocked.

I can’t even sleep properly because these two decide to have sex every night, it’s not even helping me because my hormones feel like I’m the one beneath Cane, or right above him, riding him like my life depends on it. Yes, I know Cane is my stepfather, but I can tell he wants me too. From the stolen glance whenever I’m in my tank top and bum shorts to the smack of his lips when my towel once mistakenly slid down my body in the living room because I wanted to watch my favorite show. I can hear the buzzing sound of a vibrator, coming directly from Mom’s room. “Now is the time,” I whispered to myself. The sound of their skins slapping rhythmically had already turned me on, and I could feel my j

A few hours later, Daisy barked us awake that my mother was home, giving us just a few seconds to scramble and pretend nothing happened. ********* Staying with Grace has made me miss my Daddy, so here I am back home. "Daddy, what's something kinky you always wanted to do with Mom but couldn't?" I asked my stepdad from the doorway of his master bedroom. "Ah, geez, bumpkin," he answered. "It's like seven in the morning, you know? Come on." But I insisted. I skipped over to him wearing my cropped white tank top with spaghetti straps and baby blue panties and jumped into bed with him.

"You... you can't do anything to me. I'm your mother." "You mean a stepmother who's leaching off her own stepson, bullying him in a house that is rightfully his?" Her body went absolutely still. "How... how did you know?" I laughed, moving backward so I could take in her whole horrified look. "Wow, I didn't know seeing my stepmom so terrified would be a turn-on." I stared down at my cock. "Look, it's so hard again. Shit." Her eyes went to my cock, and for a little while her eyes stayed glued to its thickness before returning to my face once more. "So what do you plan on doing? Kick me out?"