Stepmom Fantasies Novels & Stories

My mind always came looping right back around for more, and it’s hard to explain how serious of a pull he had on me. A lot of it was definitely the pure fantasy of it, and the taboo. It seemed so wrong, like something that should never even be considered between a stepdad and his stepdaughter, yet it was more than simply a naughty fantasy that I held in private. It was real, and free use would happen if I stayed there, that much I knew.

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

My pants tightened as my dick grew. She called my name, meaning she was fantasizing about me being the one to do this with her. My mind was in chaos but I had one goal for tonight. I was going to fuck my step mom. I quietly left where she was still in post orgasm daze and went to shut the door firmly and locked it. I took off all my clothes aside my briefs and went back into the room. She had started masturbating again, and this time her fingers were harshly rubbing on her clitoris, trying to stimulate pleasure but with the frustrated look on her face it wasn't working. She took her hands away and plopped back down on the bed and I took my chance.

"God, I had fun tonight. Can... uh... can we go on a date again sometime, please?" "Well, I guess so, if you treat me real nice," Sue said, pecking her stepson on the lips one more time before entering the house. That night, Tommy lay in bed with his hard penis in his hand, thinking of his stepmom. All his fantasizes until now had been about girls at school. Now hisstepmom dominated his thoughts. He could still feel her soft breasts on his chest and her soft skin underhis fingers. If he could have only moved his hand a fraction of an inch lower in the theater, he

He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away. Sarah had been attracted to him ever since she set her eyes on him in a TV show’s interview. Her eyes traced him as he exchanged greetings with his powerful guests, and she suddenly felt a pull of moisture between her legs. She was already horny for her late mother's husband or ex-husband because she was now late. Her mission tonight was to get in his bed and have him fuck her recklessly, just like she had always fantasized. She bit her lips as she felt the moisture leak onto her pants, her hand moving up to curb her long, black, fluffy hair to her neck. Just then, their eyes met, and he sm

The next thing I knew, I was already on the bed seated as mom kneeled and began to lick my intensely getting bigger manhood. "Haaa, mom... Ah..." I moaned in pleasure at the sight and touch. Shit. My gaze was almost fixed on the taste of my stepmom's romance with me when she kissed me on the lips. I didn't expect my hopes and dreams to come true. My manhood was leaking out of her mouth and I could hear it. With each sucking motion she made, she released moans that made me want to go even further as I was on the verge of bursting through my skin.

My stepdad is one sexy man and so is his son. They both are quite into fitness so they work out a lot. Both of them are built like male models, with sweet muscular arms, sexy-toned abs, and the nicest asses I have ever seen on dudes. Well, it didn’t take me long to get the idea of fucking them in my head. Before I knew it I was using them for my masturbation material. I would lay there and diddle myself as I fantasized about being in the middle of a stepdaddy and stepbrother sandwich! Then one evening destiny allowed my stepbrother Steve to see me at my best--sprawled out naked on my bed, a tit in one hand and my favorite vibrator in the other.

However, he only believed the pillow talk whispered by my stepmother, Mary, and decided that I was the one who caused the death of his only son. My mother died giving birth to me. Before the first week after her funeral was even over, he brought a pregnant Mary into the house. That woman secured her position as the wife of the house by giving birth to a premature baby boy. Because of it, her body was damaged, and she could never have another child. So, Ethan became my dad’s entire world. After Ethan died, he treated me like a dog. He fed me dog food, made me sleep in a cage, and forced me to bark just to vent his useless rage and ease his guilt toward Mary.

And as long as the fantasies consumed him, as long as his desires burned this fiercely, he knew he’d keep coming back to this—to the forbidden, to the taboo, to the intoxicating image of his stepmother. With a heavy sigh, he rolled onto his side, the sticky remnants of his release a reminder of what he’d just done. But as sleep began to pull him under, his last thought was of her—of Elena, and the next time he’d let his fantasies take control