Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

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.

he said. “Okay fine, get me a gig alright?” “Sure, but you need to be careful Z, she’s your stepmother,” “Don’t ever say that to me,” I growled and hung up the phone. That sounded so weird. My step-mom who I fucked and I still wanna continuously have sex with. I was never going to see her as my stepmom.

Chapter 2: Poison in a Mother’s Mouth The text from Mom had been burning a hole in my phone all weekend, but Monday morning hit like a freight train. I stared at my reflection in the office bathroom mirror, trying to smooth out the dark circles under my eyes. My ass still ached faintly from Marcus's spanks, a secret reminder that made my thighs clench even as guilt twisted in my gut. What the hell was I doing? Sleeping with my stepbrother—my boss—in his locked office, then risking it all with that unlocked door thrill on Sunday. It had felt electric, addictive, like finally scratching an itch I'd ignored for years. But Mom's words—Be careful—old family tensions—echoed, turning the afterglow

The night he 'accidentally' walked in on me while I was in the bath and sat down on the toilet seat trying to make conversation, I told my mum and she blamed me for trying to steal her man away and ruin her happiness. I'd apologised and promised I'd never do that to her, but now, here I am, sleeping with her stepson, a guy I wouldn't have gone near previously, breaking up the family she so desperately wanted for us. Getting angry and blaming her for not wanting me to be with him. Billy and I follow his dad down the hospital corridors to a room where my mum is sleeping peacefully, a bandage covering the needle in her arm, where an IV steadily feeds clear liquid into her arm.

"You must've snuck on upstairs once you got home from hanging out with your sister." "St- umm... yes, yeah. I was just tired and..." Matt caught himself before he corrected stepmom number two that Stephanie was his stepsister. A certain detail that had become more important to him in the last twenty-four hours. "H-how's things going here? Must be nice having my dad home for a weekend for a change?"

he murmured, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself. I had just slept with my hot stepbrother… and my mom was never going to find out about my secret. That’s what you call a win.

She squats, and pulls at her neatly styled hair, crying and smudging mascara around her eyes. She freezes. Mom's about to have a breakdown; she's crying in our presence, yet that didn't prepare me for the next thing she said. "Desmond is her husband, and if living with him is bad, at least it's much better than sleeping with her own step-uncle." Dad freezes. My heart stops. My life is officially over. So Mom knew, and Granny knew; they sent that spy in the mall after me. How far will they go in controlling my life?

As my stepbrother's dick started sliding in and out of me I sensed he wanted me asleep, and I played along. I'm not sure, but I think I must have been half asleep because I woke up having an orgasm again and feeling Robert throb inside me. He had his elbows under my knees, pushing them into the mattress either side of my face. My thighs were touching my cheeks. He wasn't making a sound. I think we just fell asleep in my bed after. I don't remember it clearly. My mum and stepdad were due back the next day.

Ava's POV "Still sleeping like an asshole?" My eyes snapped open as I jumped out of bed when I heard her voice. No matter how deeply I slept, I could never mistake Clara Wilson's voice. My stepmom. I wondered if I would ever be able to be at peace, as I was years back before she came in. It had barely been 4 hours of sleep and yet she was already screaming my name. I had been called all manner of names as I was old enough to understand the meaning of those names.

“What?!” “Derek? He’s Derek now? Not Asshole or even stepdaddy dearest? Not only are you referring to him by his real name, but you seem to be worried about him. Anything you want to tell me?” She’s my best friend, of course I want to tell her. I don’t know why I haven’t. I guess I just liked having it be our little secret. I take a deep breath, before blurting out, “I’m sleeping with my step-dad.”