Step Mom Tease Novels & Stories

Tattoos peeked just above his collar, the same ones I’d dug my nails into less than two hours ago, the man who had called me his filthy little escort and made me scream. Our eyes locked across the crowded room, his sharp gray eyes darkened with recognition. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. My breath caught, heat flooded my face and lower. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of him pounding into me, and fresh shame washed over me in waves. This can’t be happening. “Everyone,” Mom announced proudly, her voice carrying over the music as she pulled me forward, “this is my daughter, Elara! Victor, darling, meet your new stepdaughter.”

Chelsea teased. The thing with my mom is that she likes to think and to act like a teenage girl, the fact that she is about to hit fifty as never settled in her brain. "Well," I shrugged a bit and picked up my glass of tequila. "The only way I stopped her from following me is by making her think I was going to church." "Oh girl, you could have come with her. I like your mommy, she is so fun," Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now.

"Yes I meant it mother. I do . . . prefer woman that are . . . you know . . . bigger." "Hmm, that explains it then." "Explains what?" he asks warily. "Explains why you are having such a hard time keeping your eyes off your mom's tits." The way she says this so . . . casually . . . makes him angry, along with the way she is obviously teasing him without trying to make it too obvious . . . and failing. He snaps at her, maybe more harshly than he means. "Jesus, Mom. I'm not one of your stupid customers. You don't have to tease me all the time!!"

She brought her hands to mine and purred, "I love it when you feel me up, honey." I smirked up at her and teased, "I love feeling you down too, Mom." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and glanced down at her pussy and ass, as I teased her. Mom smirked down at me and poked me in the chest, as she countered, "Careful, baby, or I may make you kiss me down there again." I smiled warmly and replied honestly, "You never have to make me kiss you anywhere, Mom. You only have to make or beg me to stop once I start making you orgasm."

she asked, her voice sharp and slightly shrill, all the sweetness disappearing in an instant. “I mean no, as in the opposite of yes,” I said, grinning. “I’m not introducing you to Liam.” My step mom scoffed, slamming her hand on the table. “Don't make this difficult.” I shrugged, barely holding back my laughter. “Pretty much, yeah.” My stepmom’s face turned sour, and she pointed a finger at me like I was some sort of rebellious teenager. “You little brat! After everything we’ve done for you!”

And her mom whose focus was on patting her new boobs muttered absentmindedly, "Your new stepbrother, and you better watch that tone. He's not gonna take your brattiness like the others." Oh freaking hellish fuck!

she added her tone not nice. “Obviously the step bitch” her daughter chirp in, whilst I eyeroll “what with the early morning tantrum, what sought of game is this? weird choice of place, I must say” I inquired “Oh honey, don’t mind the room aesthetic it will soon make sense as why it a choice setting.” My step mom replies a smirk tug at her painted redbud lips, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Enough with the silly game, where is she?” I inquired, I wasn’t in any mood for humor or antics

He gasped when her hand moved even faster and she rubbed his balls more firmly. "Hmm, I like that sound. I want to hear a lot more of it!" Mom kissed his neck. "So, here we are. You were jerking off to me like I hoped you would be and now I'm jerking you off." "Oh, damn." He groaned, his body trembling against her. "Mom, I....I'm close! Please don't tease." "I've been teasing for weeks, Craig and I promise from now on I never will again." She snickered. "Okay, maybe for fun and to work you up, but I'll always take good care of you."

Stephen commented making his mom turn to me. " Yeah. Don't worry, it'll be very fun breaking her. " [ A/N: How cruel. ]

Olivia turned her face towards me. My father’s wife whipped her head up in my direction and a smile plastered across my face. “I don’t have a girlfriend but I do have someone I like. Met her a few months ago and we spent the night together.” I noticed the fear in her eyes and I wanted nothing more than for her to fear the truth spilling. She begged me with her eyes not to say anything and I kept my smile intact—But still, I want to tease her a bit. "Oh stepmom, I notice you're not wearing a wedding ring. Are you not using it?" I remarked, causing her to quickly lower her hand to her lap. I couldn't help but suppress a hidden chuckle as I observed the fear that washed over her face.