Step Mom Tease Novels & Stories

This woman had to be crazy. Brenda got angry again and ordered the bodyguards to press me onto the ground. The tips of her heels kept kicking at me. "Who are you calling your father, you little vixen?! This must be one of your tricks to get him into bed!" She unlocked her cell while speaking. My playful voice was heard saying, "Come on, Daddy. I just wanted to surprise you!" My father laughed adoringly. "Alright, alright. I'll listen to everything my baby says."

"I like sex, I can't help that." "I wasn't judging, sis. I'm just saying, we need to get along. Mom is hiding it pretty well but she's super stressed. Dad is like granite as usual but we all need to stick together." "Wow." "What?" "Takes us moving to BFE Texas to make you finally grow up." "We'll see about that, maybe I'll put hot sauce on one of your toys just to piss you off sometime." "Ha, jokes on you, it makes me cum harder," she said with a laugh.

I smirked as I walked outside. I even heard her said,"what a witch"before she followed me outside. “Here comes our pretty soon-to-be Queens!” Dad cooed as soon as we arrived. “Perhaps the two of you are close already, huh? Taking too long inside the powder room?” Mrs. Vergara teasingly said while looking at us skeptically. “Maybe they’re giving each other some advices on how to get the prince’s attention.” Mom added. “Hahahaha! You’re right mom. Stacey and I are like sisters already. Right, Stacey?” I squinted at Stacey with a fake smiled on my face.

I guess, the reputation I'd built around her son was what compelled her to address me with skepticism. "Yeah, Max told me about the test he's going to have this Friday," Zac continued, making his was over to his mother to spy inside the saucepan she was stirring. " No no no! I don't want you getting too close to my pot, you'll drool inside it and I don't think my recipe involves saliva in it!" She jokily shoved him away, grabbing the saucepan's lid to cover it, meanwhile Zac whined back, begging his mom to let him have a taste of the sweet, aromatic meal. I chuckled to myself at the interaction, I never took her for a comedian. She's always so darn serious around me , never bothered to crack

the woman said to her son and make him understand. " And mommy, I am not any sweety. Please, don't call me this name. My classmates make fun of me and tease me with this name. " the son of the woman mumbled making his mother chuckled at her son's adorable chanting face because maybe he is four years old but still he is not good at proper pronunciation and his accent is so adorable. " Why do they tease you? " the mother asked her son who shook his head as a mature guy and rest his hands on his hips and gave his mother a look which says ' you know it then why you are asking me? '

amusement laced his voice this time. “What?” “Always getting in other’s business,” he teased, “No wonder my mom likes you. She’s nosy too.” I smiled at him, “You guys are close, huh?” “We’re all each other have,” he shrugged. “Well… now you guys have me,” I smiled and he grinned. “Now, be careful how you phrase that, because my mom might think you’re trying to steal me from her, and she just might put up a fight.” I laughed some more.

Mom jolted me awake from my little fantasy world. “Huh?” Oh, Shit! I forgot that we’re still talking. She arched one of her perfectly trimmed brows. “That smile of yours really creep the hell out of me? Is something going on? What have you been up to lately?” She teased, her face brightening. Does she know that I am thinking about Seth? “It's nothing, Mom. So stop doing it.” "Why do I have the impression that you're my mother and I'm the daughter here?" She sneers and crosses her arms.

“Or is she trying to make you feel unwelcome?” Her face didn’t stay serious for long. The corner of her lips twitched slightly. That’s when I knew she was teasing. Jake let out a short, quiet laugh. “She’s going to be the best stepsister,” he said, dragging out the word stepsister just enough for it to land. I didn’t even spare him a glance. My mom looked back at me, her eyes narrowing slightly, like she was trying to read something beneath the surface. “I trust she already is,” she said finally, a proud smile settling on her face.

I smirk and spread my legs wider while the vibrator buzzes louder against my clit with pussy lips outlined through the wet fabric and camel toe on full display. “And if I have? If I’ve been fingering my sloppy hole every night, thinking about your cock stretching me while your dad sleeps next to me, clueless?” He pushes off the frame with boots thudding to close the distance like a predator. “Then you’re a fucking cocktease, Dani.” Not Mom. Dani. The name he slurred at Christmas, drunk under the mistletoe, breath hot on my neck: “You’re too fucking hot to be my stepmom,” before stumbling away.

“Seriously, Emilia. There's no way you can know someone so renowned?“ My dad told her. My mom smacked his upper arm and I was beginning to believe that a bruise would be forming there because of her constant hits to his upper arm. It was her go-to move whenever he said something that sounded ridiculous. “Don't belittle me just because I run a bakery and not a fancy restaurant,” she chastised him. “Come on, sweetheart. You know I was only kidding with you," my dad said to her, trying to appease her. "Dad, you seriously need to check the definition of a tease because you are doing the exact opposite.“ “Really. Am I?" “Yes, you are,“ I confirmed with an eye roll. “You are doing it on purpose to