Stepfather Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I knew I shouldn't, but my feet were already moving. The master suite door was cracked open. I pressed myself against the wall, heart hammering, telling myself I was just passing by. I wasn't. I was a liar. I was a nineteen-year-old man with a fixation on his forty-year-old stepfather, and I was about to do something I couldn't take back.

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

My hand moved slowly at first, then steady, as I stroked myself. I bit my bottom lip and moaned softly, letting my eyes flutter close, the sound filling the room. I heard a creak. I opened my eyes immediately, but instead of shock and shame, a strange fire burned in my chest. Salvatore stood there, his frame tall blocking the dim light, his jaw ticking tightly. His eyes dropped and followed the line of my body, and I saw him tense as he fought to stay put. “Hi, Stepfather,” I said, smiling wide, my hand still moving boldly under his gaze. He stepped in and locked the door behind him…

He kept licking me gently through it, cleaning me like an obedient pet. I pushed him back when I was done. His face was wet with my juices, lips swollen, eyes full of lust and shame. I smiled down at him. “I’m going to use your cock to please myself,” I told him sweetly. “I’m going to edge you until you’re begging and crying. And even then you’re not going to cum, maybe for the rest of the week.” . He swallowed hard, voice hoarse. “Yes, Mistress.” I stood up and looked down at my stepfather on his knees, waiting for my next command. This was exactly how it should be.

“Fill me up. Make me yours completely. I need it so much. Don’t stop.” “You love being my secret whore, don’t you?” he said, pounding into me deep and rough, the bed creaking softly under us. “While I’m married to your mother. Say it louder. Tell me how much you love your stepfather’s cock splitting you open and filling you with cum.” “Yes,” I cried out quietly, trying not to wake her. “I’m your dirty little stepson. Use me. Fuck me harder, stepfather. I need it. Please don’t stop. Fill me up with your load.”

Frederick sighed and stepped forward, reaching down to help me up. "Jonathan, I understand you're upset. But we're family. If you just tell us the truth, we can figure out how to help you." "Tell you the truth about what?" I shoved his hand away. "About how you married my mother while chasing after Yvette behind her back? Or about how I almost got killed taking the fall for you?" "Enough!" My mother kicked me hard in the shoulder. "You can't control yourself, and now you're pointing fingers at your own stepfather? You're disgusting."

But it was far from the simple, innocent connection I wanted it to be. He was my mate. The father of my unborn pup. But Alpha Lucien, my stepfather, the man who had claimed me as his own, had just seen us. The kiss. The undeniable spark between Kael and me. A shiver ran through every corner of my body, but it wasn’t from the chill in the air. It was the weight of what that moment meant. “Go to your apartment,” Kael’s voice was low, rough with urgency, as he stepped back from me.

"Say what you want. The truth is, I loved Vincent. I did everything for him. And he threw me away like I was nothing." Vincent exhaled, barely suppressing his anger. "You were my father's wife." Stephanie scoffed. "That didn't stop you from fucking me. I even got pregnant for you and aborted it." She said again. Xander raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Oh? Now that's interesting." Vincent shot him a cold glare, but Xander merely shrugged.

When Isabella finally opens her eyes, she stares at Doctor Aubrey. "Well... my day would have started off great, but I had a sex dream about my stepfather. We have both had sex before when we barely knew nothing about each other's background. It was supposed to be a one night stand, but we met again later and he unfortunately… umm, unfortunately he turned out to be my stepdad."