Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

I walked past them not saying anything and went to make some coffee but just as I was making it, my mom came up behind me and she turned me around to look at her. She has always been concerned when I never had sleep, she was staring into my eyes until she broke the silence. “ please tell me you slept last night and got along with your step brothers?.” She asked and I just looked at her and turned around because I didn’t want to lie to her. I couldn’t really tell her how complicated it was among us.

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?”

I worked out myself for two hours and when I got back, I met Alexia fully awake. "and where have you been this morning?" she asked I laughed and flicked my hair backward, my tank top was completely soaked in sweat and my muscles ached badly as I did non-stop weight lifting for two hours, I took a cold bath with my woman and she suggested that we head over to the pool to relax. She sat on me while we drank some juice and just when I was about to enjoy the moment, I sighted someone familiar. I left Alexia and went closer to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me but I was stunned to see my stepmom, she looked quite depressed as no one spoke to her. I went back to Alexia and informed her of w

She stood completely naked in front of him, full breasts heaving, pussy visibly wet. “It is fucked up,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap. “I’m your stepmom. I helped raise you. And right now, all I can think about is how badly I want my stepson’s thick cock inside me.” She reached down and wrapped her hand around his hardening cock, stroking him slowly.

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.