Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

Trying not to imagine Rafael accepting his father's terms and agreeing to come back to Velmera Group. Trying not to think about working beside him every day while pretending I didn't love him. “Oh my God, I think I've fallen in love with him.” I thought and finally realized I had fallen in love with my step brother. The dinner bell rang downstairs, but I didn't move. I couldn't sit through a family meal pretending everything was normal. I couldn't watch Dad play concerned father while knowing exactly what he had forced me to do. Instead, I lay down and stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of dinner conversation drifting up from below. The clink of silverware against china. Voices d

One hand curled around a half-empty glass of something dark, the other pressed against his forehead like he could rub the thoughts away. He didn’t flinch when I walked in. Didn’t even turn his head. Just said, like it was the most natural thing in the world, “Can’t sleep?” I shook my head. I don’t even know if he saw me do it. He gestured to the chair across from him. “Then stay.” I sat. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t want to be alone anymore. --- “I used to love the rain,” I said after a while, my voice smaller than I meant it to be. “When I was little, my mum and I would sit on the balcony during thunderstorms. She said the sky was telling stories.”

The irony. I fell asleep that night, thinking of the warmest body against mine. Yeah, you got it right. Jake’s body against mine. The next day I woke up, got dressed in a blue fluffy sweater and black jeans. I decided to tie my hair into a high ponytail and finally stepped out of the room. I could hear voices coming from downstairs and just knew everyone was out there. I walked down the stairs and towards the sitting room where everyone was, well, maybe not everyone but still.

Mom informs him, pushing me toward his side. And my heart makes a leap so high, that I nearly faint. Because the guy who I hooked up with last night isn't just my mate but also mother's groom-to-be and my stepfather? Holy Chewbacca!

Mom was head over heels, married him six months later, and suddenly he was living in our house—my stepdad. I kept my little obsession separate. Different laptop, private browsing, headphones. No overlap. Life went on. Until this week. Mom flew to Florida for a girls’ trip with her old nursing friends—ten days of sun, cocktails, and no responsibilities. The house was just me and Richard. He’d been extra busy “on calls” in his home office, doors closed, which was fine by me. Gave me plenty of alone time to re-watch Rex’s newest video (the one where he bends the girl over the kitchen island and growls “This pussy belongs to Daddy now” while he breeds her raw).

When I returned home I didn't find him or neither mom, I went inside my room to lay on my bed, I had a plan to go and job-hunt at dusk. When I woke up, I heard noises from the sitting-room, I got out of bed, coming out of my room I saw it was my mom, she was completely wasted. She lay on the couch grinning and talking to herself, looking at her condition, I shook my head in pity, I went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, when I came out of the kitchen my mom was already deep asleep. I didn't wake her up, rather, I had my dinner and then went inside my room to rest, my room's door creaked open and I looked towards the direction to see my step-dad grinning widely and rubbing his palms together,

"We can have him tonight if you want." Susan said. "I can't imagine having sex with my step dad. I can't." Trina protested. "Then I will enjoy him all for myself and it's going to happen tonight." Susan said. "How do you think you can can do that when my mom is sharing the same room and bed with him?" Trina asked. "I will sneak into the room and do what I want. We both know that your mom never wakes up easily. I'm going to fuck him right behind your mom." Susan said and there was a trace of anger in Trina's face.

I picked up my bag and laptop and walked downstairs. She cheered, clinging to his arm like some golden princess. That night, the living room sofa became my new bestie. "Well, at least I didn’t get a beating this time," I sighed. "Ah! Get your stingy ass off my sofa!" Step-mom barged into the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. "Where do you expect me to sleep?!" I shot back. "Go sleep in the garage! I don’t care!" she growled dramatically.

So now, back to where it all began, the moment my stepmother’s mouth ended up wrapped around my cock. It all happened just thirty minutes ago. I couldn’t sleep, and I needed relief. The quickest way I got it was to watch my stepmom and stroke myself to her, just like I always did. That night, I had snuck out of bed and crept toward her room, but before I even reached it, I heard it… Moans. Desperate, filthy, dripping with need.

Deep down, I knew my step dad was the one I wanted, more like the one I desperately needed to quench the burning itch between my legs. I climbed down from the bed and strode downstairs. It was still early, and my mom would return any moment. I sat in the living room, plotting how I could claim my stepdad’s dick when the door swung open. My mom walked in with a tired smile. “Tessa,” she called gently. I quickly rushed to her side. “Oh mummy, you look tired.” I helped her with her bag as we sauntered to the room. “Just work stress,” she whispered with a smile. On getting to the room, she did not bother to knock.