Stepmom Fantasies Novels & Stories

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”

"You have the one thing I’ve wanted since I was a child. I want the rage. I want the obsession. I want him to look at me with that terrifying hunger instead of that pathetic adoration. I watched him through the hallway window earlier. I saw the way he dragged you into the shadows. He’s risking everything—the family business, his father’s wrath, his own reputation—just to get inside you. He’s playing with fire, and he’s doing it for you." She stands up, pacing the small room like a caged animal. "It’s forbidden. It’s disgusting. You’re his stepmother. But the danger just makes him harder, doesn't it? He’s so close to being caught every time he touches you, and he still does it. He still choos

His voice darkened, “You’re wrong.” Arthur’s jaw clenched. “Since when do you care about him?” “Since you stopped,” Xavier shot back. Then, quieter, more pointedly, “And don’t forget your promise.” That made Father pause. His eyes flicked to me—shaking in Xavier’s bed, drenched in Xavier’s scent, bruises blooming like roses on my pale skin. Then back to Xavier, the stepbrother he had forged into a weapon and now barely controlled. Disgust twisted his lips. “Fine,” he spat. “Keep your sick little toy. I have servants stronger than him.”

“Annnnn, yesssss, make me cum, son.” She sucked my sleeping dad’s cock while I fucked her from behind. My stepmom was such a slut. My Dad was also big too. I felt like sucking his cock. She pulled off my cock, and lowered her ass on Dad’s cock, I inserted my cock back in her pussy and began fucking her. “You’re beautiful, Mom.” I licked her neck. “I want you to be… mine.” “I have been wanting to try threesome…fuck son, this feels sooo goooddd.”

"Do not leave me like this. I promise I will work extra shifts, I will buy you the real one, I will do better..." She looked at my hand on her arm with complete disgust and shoved me back violently. "Get off me. You want to know why I am leaving? Because I have been sleeping with real men for the past four months. Men who actually have money. You are just not man enough to keep me." The front doors clicked shut behind her, leaving me standing alone in the lobby. The head waiter approached me cautiously, his face full of pity. "Sir... are you alright?" I could not even form a sentence. I turned around, pushed through the doors, and walked out into the cold night air, the shame burning hot aga

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

“Damien wouldn’t do that!” “You call your stepfather by his name. Interesting.” He was doing it again, giving her those looks that suggested he knew far more than she did. She felt as if she were stark naked in front of him, to be observed and studied. “Now that I think about it, your relationship seems a whole lot better than I was made to believe. Aaron wouldn’t shut up about how shitty your relationship with the bloodsucker is—a pity story, if you ask me.”

I know I can be too much. I'm needy and clinging, consumed by jealousy over every little thing. When I think about the mature women he crosses paths with, I feel so small in comparison. They carry themselves with grace and poise, sharp and professional in every way. And what right do I even have to dream of a future with him? We're step-siblings. Our parents would never, ever accept us like this. We've kept us hidden for years, carefully guarding every moment we share, but the truth hangs over us like a shadow. What we have is forbidden.

I yelled. There was a long silence before a resounding laugh. “I do not care, Katie. Leave!” My eyes darted over every detail of him, and I swallowed the newly earned lump of saliva. But I do not move, and gradually, his head raises, his eyes meeting mine. “Don’t tell me you want a taste of me too? I guess I was right after all. Father’s money couldn't keep you, and now you want more. Tell me, Stepmom, how many men have you graced their bed just for cash?” I heard him say, causing me to scoff.

I noticed the star-like birthmark on her navel, her alluring midriff, and her smooth long lean legs. I forcefully pulled my eyes away from her and quickly grabbed the duvet from the floor and tossed it over her body to protect her from my gaze. And quietly sneaked out of her chamber and gently pulled the broken door shut and headed to my chamber. I couldn't understand my body and all the emotions bubbling inside me. How long has it been since I had this kind of urge? And why would I find my stepson's wife sensually attractive?