Stepmom In My Bed Novels & Stories

I feel my legs shake as I drag my feet forward, moving around the couch, which is probably not a brilliant choice considering how fearful she looks right now– I should stay away, not draw closer. "Mom…" I start, trying to put words together, but how do I explain to her? What do I even say? Oh, I’m sorry you had to see that. I just happened to have been fucking around with my best friend, who also happens to be your stepson. No qualms, though.

My tits swung heavy, nipples grazing his legs. “Tell me what you see,” I demanded. “You… fuck, Ma’am, you riding me, taking my cum, begging for more… your pussy so creamy…” I spun around to face him, sinking back down, and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me while the TV showed me on my knees sucking his cum off my own fingers. “This is us now,” I hissed, grinding slowly and filthy. “Your stepmommy’s personal p**n star. And you’re going to add another load to the collection.”

I stuttered. "I am guessing her name's Bebe. Short with chicken hair and bunny teeth. Walks like a pig and smiles like a loser. Do any of those match her description?" Laughter escaped my lips at the way he'd described her. "That daughter of a bitch." He commented. "She fooled you, it's what she's good at." "So, this is your room and not mine."I sighed while focusing my gaze on the cat that was resting on my lap. "Isn't it obvious, stepmom?" He teased me. "You know, when I woke up this morning, I didn't imagine that my own stepmom would see me naked in my own room." He added.

The wood complained under my shoes and I kept stopping with my hand on the rail, telling myself it was the TV, telling myself she was on the phone, telling myself to go to my room and lock the door and forget it. The sound did not stop. By the time I hit the top of the stairs I knew it was coming from their bedroom at the end of the hall. The door was not closed all the way. A thin strip of light cut across the carpet. I put my ear to the wood. The door moved under my weight, just a little, just enough to open that strip wider. My stepmom was on her back on the bed with her knees pulled up and open. Her best friend was on top of her, both of them naked, both of them shining with sweat.

I told her and she nodded while walking out of the room . The moment she left ,I touched my panties and discovered that they were wet . I had never been any annoyed with myself till this moment. I was having a wet dream with my step dad . That man was always in my thoughts and I wondered why I just had to see him always .. Thinking about my step dad ,a confused look Suddenly on my face . That man could never find out that I had his babies.I knew by now ,her mom would have given birth to his kids ,there's no way she was going to let her and her mom share the same man .

But she had not gotten the chance to take any extra steps before the sight of the man before her almost made her slump; she tripped and almost fell. "Oh, take it easy, darling.” Her mother said, going over to stand near her with a hand on her shoulder. "These stairs of ours are so slippery, Adrian.” Her mom remarked, casually turning to the visitor before she continued. "Anyway, Scarlett, darling, I’ve got someone special to introduce to you. I told you about him some time ago, but finally, you’ll get to know yourselves today." "Meet Adrian Hartfield, the manager of Disco and Divas Club, my lover, and your soon-to-be stepfather." She said, beaming with smiles.

"Come with me?" I shook my head. Alpha Thomas and his former Luna had one of the rare peaceful splits in werewolf history. But meeting my stepfather's ex-wife? Awkward. Especially not with the messy relationships I have with her sons, my stepbrothers. Too awkward. Daegan catches my distracted look, his face blank, teeth grazing my earlobe. "What're you thinking about?" "Nothing," I mumble. He doesn't let me dwell, lifting me and tossing me onto the bed. "Take off my pants," he says, looming over me, eyes dark.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

I threw my weight on the bed and had my eyes shut to reincarnate the scenes in my head. Finally, I knew that I had totally lost it towards that man, my soon to be stepfather, and I didn’t know how I would be able to face him straight in the face. His sudden mood change scared me to the core. Was he always that way? Once second he was needy and the next he was asking me out of the room with lacing threat. With the racing thoughts of Diego clouding my rationality of thinking, my hands subconsciously reached to part my legs open and my fingers found its way into my pussy.

I am the mistress of this house, yet I am sneaking through the dark like a thief. I reach the heavy black door at the end of the hall. I don’t even have to knock. It swings open before my hand can reach the wood. Ethan stands there. He hasn’t slept. He is still wearing his dress slacks, but his shirt is gone, revealing the brutal, muscular landscape of his torso. The room behind him is lit only by the glowing embers in the fireplace. "You’re three minutes late, Stepmother," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.