Step Mom Caught Me Novels & Stories

I nodded to myself, mentally confirming my plans, and adjusted my robe one more time before heading out to the pack grounds, where the occasion was set to take place. I arrived at the pack grounds and noticed that everywhere had been adorned with glass crystals and roses hung around giving the whole place an exquisite view. I looked around and noticed that the old hag my stepfather was already seated with the council elders. His hair was coiffed back and his face looked more wrinkled and haggard with the bushy smelly beard that covered his face. His cheekbones were saggy and his eyes were sinking into his skull, devoid of life and love. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand as I w

I crawl between them, collared and broken, pussy throbbing, face covered in stepmom’s wetness. We reach the top of the stairs just as the front door opens downstairs. Stepdad’s deep voice calls out, “We’re home.” My stomach drops as my cunt floods.

Sighing softly, I pulled my legs and put my face on my knees, curling up like a ball. 'come on Gigi, you should be happy,' As I drowned myself in self pity, I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me tense and look up. I relaxed as I saw it was my stepmom, looking at me with a smile. "Hey baby, are you alright? Is everything okay girls?" she asked me softly.

"Steve Cutterson, Valerie Dane, and Jordan Cutterson. I'll make the three of you pay a thousandfold for what you did to Mom and me today." Kevin grabbed me by the scruff and dragged me outside. I didn't struggle. Instead, I made a vow to myself as I watched the paramedics haul Mom into the ambulance. I was going to end Uncle Steve, Aunt Valerie, and Jordan in the near future.

Knowing. I told myself I hated him for it. But late at night, when the house was quiet and Mom was asleep next to him in their king bed, I’d lock my door, pull my laptop under the covers, and search for videos that looked too much like us. Stepdad catching his stepdaughter alone in the kitchen. Stepdad bending her over the island. Stepdad whispering “good girl” while he fucked her raw. I’d watch with the volume so low I had to press my ear to the speaker, fingers slipping under my panties, circling slow while some stranger on screen groaned “that’s it, princess.”

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.

I was so lost in my feelings I did not notice when the door opened and my step dad was staring at me. “Somebody has been eavesdropping and touching herself.” I cummed immediately I heard his voice.

My stepmom asked. "I don't know, '' I replied nonchalantly. "You know what? I don't even care" She was about to walk out of my room, but she paused when she got to the door. She snapped her head in my direction. "Come with me" she speedily walked towards me. "Why?" I became worried, because of her tone. She didn't even bother to answer my question, as she grabbed me by the wrist, and kept dragging me. "Mum, stop!" I protested, but she didn't listen.

Jerome answered and Stacy placed her hands on the table and placed her head on top of it. "They can be pretty annoying sometimes, haa." Stacy retorted. "Very." Jerome giggled and cut a slice of meat and chewed it. "Um, can we discuss something?" Stacy asked. "Sure, what's that?" Jerome answered, taking a sip of juice. "It's about my Dad and my stepmom," Stacy answered, her facial expressions turning sad. "You mean your witch of a stepmom? If she had made that mistake of slapping you, I promise you. She will spend the night in a cell, no matter how rich she is." Jerome ranted.

He extended his slender arm, lifting her up. Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks. Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck. He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.