Stepmom In My Bed Novels & Stories

“Who sleeps with her own step brother?' The small voice came again, but it did nothing to my desire. Each minute that passed without him in me was immense torture and I longed for him to finally take me. He took one long look at my breasts and took one in his mouth. I arched my back, my hands going around his neck while I gave him room to have all of me. He suckled on one nipple, nibbling and sucking until I was squirming in his arms, my cheeks trembling against his thighs in the tub. He didn't care much about the urgency with which I was urging him on, my hands buried in his hair and my moans coming so loud that I could swear I would lose my voice.

Cover it with layers of tissue until it is invisible. I turn off the shower. I go back to bed. I lie on the silk sheets with my hand flat on my stomach and stare at the marble ceiling. The room is dark. The penthouse is quiet. Somewhere on the other side of this building Richie Moore is asleep in a bed I have not been in, in a room I have not seen, unaware that the next eleven months have just become something neither of us planned for. I am not ready to tell him.

“Tomorrow night, when she’s asleep, my bed. We’re not done yet.” Lying in bed later, leaking his load, I knew I was completely surrendered. My stepdad had claimed me, and I wanted every filthy, secret moment he’d give me.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.

I whispered, more firmly this time. He is not that hot. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling like it had personally offended me. “I’ve seen finer men.” But even as I said it, my chest felt tight, like my body did not quite agree with my words. And that annoyed me more than anything. He’s my stepson, and as suffocating as it is, I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. But he’s also the father of my baby. My hand drifted to my stomach. This baby made everything more real.

"You sleep now, baby. Get some rest so I can fuck you again tomorrow." And that's how our dirty little secret started. What my stepdad does to me is so demonic and it's like I'm addicted. I get even more excited every time he says I'm better than Mommy. He says he wants to get me pregnant, he's always dirty talking like that. Our fucking went on for days. As in every day sometimes three times a day. When it's just us at home, I'm just wearing a tshirt and no underwear.

I eagerly assault Steph's rear, the whole bed shakes as I pound into her, I no longer see her as my friend or a roommate, she's now my toy, just some fuck doll to play with as I see fit. I cum inside her for a second time today as I roll over to her side panting, Steph rolls to her side and faces me. I hold her close and fall asleep with her in my embrace. I wake up first, Steph is still asleep in my arms. I want to use this to my advantage but unfortunately, I have work. I get out of bed, have a shower, breakfast and then get dressed for the day. I give Steph's breasts a squeeze before I leave for the day.

Badly. I locked my bedroom door—or at least I thought I did—and dimmed the lights. My laptop sat on the bed, screen glowing with the video I'd bookmarked weeks ago. Hardcore p**n, the kind that twisted my fantasies into knots: a burly stepdad pounding his twink stepson, no holds barred. The twink looked a lot like me—slim, smooth skin, messy dark hair. I hit play, the moans filling the room as the stepdad's thick cock slammed into the boy's tight ass.

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

Taking my arms under his, he lifted me from the bed and said, "Last time I'll shower you too." In his arms, he takes me to my bathroom and bathes me. We both showered and a few minutes later, he came out. He helped in change the bed cover then he dressed me up. All of this, I was surprised at myself. I think I have just started going crazy just by looking at my stepdad. In the bed, where I lay I muttered, "Don't come any closer Aiden. Let's pretend nothing happened this tonight, I feel so... this is my mom's love, my mother loves you."