Stepfather Erotica Novels & Stories

I knew that it was wrong , having dirty thoughts about my stepfather who was my mom's husband was more chilling but I just can’t accept it no matter how much I tried . Shuan touched my breast that night and even fingered me in the kitchen cabinet . It was one hell of a night and I wouldn’t deny the fact that it was one of my best nights . The way he made me feel with his fingers , I had never felt that way with my chris d**k before . I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this or even trying to stay away from my step father , but I just can’t help it . All I wanted right now was my step father to myself. I wanted him to do the things he did that night and seeing him so hard like a Rock and pulling

He continued in a low filthy growl that made my clit throb, “Look at you Lara already dripping like a desperate bitch in heat. Your mother has been telling me for weeks how she catches you fingering that greedy little cunt while moaning my name. Now you are going to prove what a filthy incestuous slut you really are. Tonight your own stepfather is going to stretch that tight pussy wide open and pump the first thick load of cult seed straight into your womb while your mother holds your legs apart and licks your clit. Every single member of this breeding cult is going to watch as we turn their new vessel into a cum stuffed family whore who begs to be bred again and again until her belly swells

The kiss deepened. I was powerless to stop him. This was exactly what I wanted my so-called husband to do to me last night, but here I was again, with my stepson. A guy I've always liked, giving my body to him because he alone knows what to do with me, and was capable of pleasing me. He pulled away gently, his forehead resting against mine. “Wanna go upstairs?” he whispered. “Yeah,” I sighed, trying to steady my breathing. He stood up and stretched his arm out to me. I held my book tighter to my chest as I reached out to grab him. We walked out of the garden, hand in hand, as we went upstairs to my bedroom.

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

God… how can a man look like that this early in the morning? The sunlight hit him just right, catching on the sharp lines of his face, the dark fall of his hair, the relaxed confidence in the way he stood. One hand rested casually in his pocket, the other loosely holding his keys. Effortless. Dangerously effortless. Snap out of it, Elara. This is your stepfather. I forced myself to walk forward, each step measured, controlled, like my heart wasn’t doing something completely embarrassing inside my chest. “Uhm… you know, I can actually—”

“A very desirable woman.” Blood pounded in my ears. “She’s your fucking stepdaughter.” Ethan exhaled, as if bored by my outburst. “Relax. It’s not what you think.” “Then tell me what the fuck it is. Ethan turned to the minibar, pouring himself a drink. “I never asked to be her father.” I clenched my fists. “That’s your excuse?” He swirled the whiskey in his glass. “You’re acting like I stole something from you.”

Stephanie squealed when her stepfather suddenly climbed atop her, pinning her thighs together while driving his cock inside her pussy like a possessed man. Brody immediately covered her mouth with his hand. He needed to come. He HAD TO CUM. He would apologise later, and he would buy her all the fucking clothes in the world if that would make her happy, but now, he was going to fuck her cunt like he meant to. Hard, fast until her cunt was twitching with his cum. Stephanie's eyes widened as her stepdaddy fucked her hard. He drilled his cock inside her, slapping his balls against her thighs while his hand muffled the screams of pleasure that tore through her body.

It was true, but I wasn’t going to… “Tell me, Maeve, if I touch your pretty little pussy right now, will I find it wet?” I gasped in shock. He would. I knew that I was wet but… His hand gently caressing my wet panties, he knew I was aroused, his tender lips was close to my neck sending my body into surrender mode, my legs opened slightly which he took as an invite to slide his fingertips under my wet panties, gently rubbing my clit. My breathing quickened as my stepfather was playing with me, this was wrong, I had to stop this, I had to stop it now and tell him it's not right.

It was as if he wanted this to happen. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to ruin this moment because I would be lying if I said I didn't love his touch. His fingers parted my panties and his finger rubbed my already swollen clit. It was like a dream. My stepfather touching me down there and it felt so good. "You're already so wet for me, Katrina. Aren't you a naughty girl?" his voice was even lower, driving me crazy. "Do you think daddy should punish Katrina?" I bit my lips gently, trying to look away in embarrassment but he stared into my eyes, holding my face in place with his other hand.