Novel & Cerita Sleeping With My Stepmom

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-

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?”

END. * Next: Bend Me Over While You Sleep A step-mother being abused by her husband was saved by her twin step-sons she hasn't met because they lived in another country. She found out about their strange habit of sleep walking. But why are they fucking her?! And why is she not stopping them?!

I lay on my bed and soon,I fall asleep. ***** “Good morning mom.” I greet with a smile. “Morning dear. How was your night?” She asks as she drops the plate of pancakes on the table. ‘How do I tell you mom? How do I tell you that my stepbrother haunted my dreams last night?’ “It was okay.” I reply after a long pause and settle down on the dining chair. “Hey Kate.” I hear a deep voice call and I feel a tingle in my chest. “Hey Josh.” Mom smiles warmly. “Did you sleep well?” She asks him as he walks up to the dining table and sits down beside me.

Tell her that I wanted her on her knees, batting her pretty eyes at me while her lips stretched around my length. But insteadㅡ “Just around midnight.” Her brow lifted. “Oh. You went right to sleep, right?” Something in me caved at her question. “Kinda but it was hard to sleep considering there were a few noises.” I answered vaguely, turning back to grab a glass from the shelf. The air suddenly seemed to turn tense and I suddenly regretted hinting that I knew she was fucking my step father. It should be none of my business. They were married. They didn't need to know that she was the object of my fantasies. The things I needed to do to her. Or that I had made it my routine to watch them. That

I sat on the couch, bored out of my mind, flipping through channels without really seeing anything. He had left earlier for one of their warehouses, barking orders at his men like the control freak he was. Steve had taken the opportunity to drag my mom out on some fancy date, which she had been reluctant about at first. I told her to go. It’s already bad enough that I’m fucking her stepson — I wasn’t about to ruin her night just because I got my leg messed up chasing after said stepson’s cock.

Ready. She walked to the bed with slow, predatory grace. Her eyes never left mine. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. Her soaked pussy pressed directly against my hard cock through the thin fabric of my briefs. “Your father is sleeping,” she whispered, leaning down so her lips brushed my ear. Her voice was low and dripping with sin. “He took two sleeping pills tonight. He will not wake up for hours.” The danger of her words sent a dark thrill racing through my blood. My own stepmother. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night while her husband slept just down the hall.

As I lay in bed that night, full of his cum, wearing nothing but my pants, I smiled. He was officially my stepdaddy now and I had never been more addicted. At breakfast, Mom looks at both of us strangely and asks why we both look so tired while sitting right between us.

"And you got even wetter. Tell me how it feels fucking your stepfather while your mom sleeps right next to us." "So wrong," I moaned softly, bracing my hands on his chest as I rode him harder. "But I can’t stop. You feel too good. I need this." He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me, mouth latching onto my nipple as I kept bouncing. "That’s my dirty little stepdaughter. Taking my cock in the bed I share with your mother. Say it." "I’m your dirty stepdaughter," I panted, grinding down deep. "Fucking my stepdad while Mom’s in the same house. God… Marcus… don’t stop…"

She pointed to a spot at the end of the bed so I stood there and she lay back, atop the sheets and slowly pulled her panties off. “Look at my pussy!” My step-mom lay in front of me with her legs spread and rubbed her pretty, pink cunt. She dipped a finger into her wet hole, pulled it out and sucked her pussy juice off. “I am nice and wet for you, Shane!” she told me. Alyssa extended her legs so that her knees were bent over my shoulders and she reached between her legs to position my dick at her entrance. Oooh, she felt so slippery! Animal instinct took over and I didn't need her direction anymore! I grabbed a firm hold of my step-mom's thighs and thrust my dick into her in one fell swoop.