Sleeping With My Stepmom Novels & Stories

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.

I need him. I need my stepdad’s cock ruining me. First night, I sneak into their bedroom at 2 a.m. wearing nothing but a tiny silk camisole and panties. “Daddy… I had a nightmare,” I whisper, voice all sweet and innocent as I crawl into bed between them. Mom is fast asleep on the other side.

"You are my son. I want to sleep with my son. Who dares to have a problem?" "Hehe " Henric snuggled in Stacy's arms. In the evening, when Stephanie heard that Stacy was going to sleep with Stacy morning after dinner, she was unwilling and wanted to sleep with them. She held Stacy's leg and did not let go of it. She acted like a spoiled child and said, "Mommy, I don't care. I want you to sleep with me. You can't be partial. You can only sleep with my brother." Stacy bent over to pick up his daughter and said, "Okay, mommy will sleep with you today."

When I stepped into the house after school, Dad was in the living room again, still stiff, still tense. My stepmom came in minutes later, dropping her work bag with a tired sigh. I stood in the hallway, clutching my backpack. “Um… I have a big assignment,” I said quietly. “It’s due Monday. We have to work on it tonight. So I’ll be sleeping over at Kendra’s.” Dad looked up sharply— but didn’t say anything. Not yes. Not no. Just silence. My stepmom stepped in. “That’s fine,” she said gently. “Just text when you get there.”

I braced myself for the verbal assault that was about to follow. Before I could utter a response, my step mother's words were interrupted by the sound of loud snoring coming from the living room. Zoe and Bethany were sprawled across the couch, as a clear result of the wild night they had. They had gone out partying again, leaving me to face Stepmother’s wrath alone. It's not like she'd ever reprimanded them for anything anyway. I was the only one who complained. I was the only one who disappointed her. I was the only one who never did enough in this house. It was an all-too-familiar scene, one that I was getting tired of.

After the terrifying attempt my stepfather tried to pull on me, and the bizarre encounter with alpha Aiden, it was hard to get any sleep at night. My mind kept replaying the scene, over and over again, like a broken DVD. I had already steeled my mind, preparing for my stepfather to violate me, but the moment Aiden burst into the living room, the relief that washed over me was indescribable. It was not the first time my stepfather had tried to violate my body, but since my mother was always around the house, he never got the opportunity. But that night, we were all alone, giving him that opportunity. If Aiden had not come that night, he would have taken his sweet time, ravishing me.

I was excited when I woke up a moment later and realized I had slept while thinking…for five minutes already. But now my excitement made the sleep run out of my eyes and I remained sleepless for a couple more hours. For how long should I suffer myself for something I can always walk a few steps and get what I really want. I sighed, tossed my teddy bear away and got out of the bed. I told myself it wouldn't take long. That we'd be silent and dad and stepmom wouldn't find out. I breathed and walked out of the room, going down the hallway to my Stepbro's room.

FUCKING MY STEP--MOM My stepmother had always tried to tempt me. Whenever Dad wasn’t around, she’d walk around the house practically naked. I was twenty fucking years old—what the hell did she think she was doing? By “practically naked,” I mean she wore only a tiny lace bra and panties that barely covered anything. Even though she was pregnant, her swollen belly and fuller curves only made her look hotter. Every time she strolled into the living room, my cock would get rock hard. I used to run to my room and jerk off furiously, but today I decided I wasn’t running anymore. Dad was a pilot and wouldn’t be home all weekend.