Stepmom In My Bed Novels & Stories

I was about to enter when I realized that the door to the suite was slightly open and my mother was not alone. I pretty quickly realized that my mother was talking to Sheila and Stephanie. I did not want to see either of them right now, so I turned to leave. However, I froze in place when I caught part of their conversation. “You need to sleep with him, Stephanie. Get a video. Then everything will be fine,” my mother said in a serious tone of voice. Sleep with who? And why would my mother want a video taken? “Mom, he is 76 years old. I am just 26. I am not sleeping with him; that is gross,” Stephanie replied.

After a few minutes of searching, he found a room unlocked but what confused him was that the room was for relaxation and he wondered what his stepmom was doing inside instead of preparing for dinner as his dad would be returning in 4 hours time. He felt confused and decided to go in to check on her, but when Corban walked in, what he saw shocked him into letting out a heavy gasp. His eyes widened and his breathing became hot as he looked at his stepmum who was only covered in a loose towel lying on the massage bed with the massaging engine doing its work. And when he heard her comfortable moans as the machine massaged her body, he swallowed hard and clenched the towel hard. He watched for s

I can’t even sleep properly because these two decide to have sex every night, it’s not even helping me because my hormones feel like I’m the one beneath Cane, or right above him, riding him like my life depends on it. Yes, I know Cane is my stepfather, but I can tell he wants me too. From the stolen glance whenever I’m in my tank top and bum shorts to the smack of his lips when my towel once mistakenly slid down my body in the living room because I wanted to watch my favorite show. I can hear the buzzing sound of a vibrator, coming directly from Mom’s room. “Now is the time,” I whispered to myself. The sound of their skins slapping rhythmically had already turned me on, and I could feel my j

But damn, the sight had me throbbing. Stepbrother pulled out for a second and flipped her onto her back. Mom spread her legs wide, pulling him in. "Fuck me missionary, I want to feel every inch," she panted. He shoved his cock back into her pussy and started pounding again, the bed creaking loud. "You love this stepdick, don't you?" he said, grabbing her tits and squeezing. "Yes, I love it! Fuck your stepmom's pussy raw!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around him.

I climbed the stairs to the top and made my way to the end of the hallway, guided by the GPS on my phone, to the fourth door. I unlocked the door and entered, finding Stephanie on all fours on the bed with my father standing opposite her. I don't know how my father got her to submit that way, but seeing her kneeling on all fours offered me a stunning view of her gorgeous ass and her slightly flushed pussy, which was dripping wet. The sight made me hard, imagining myself burying my cock in her tight hole and fucking her hard and long.

It makes me wonder what he’s put my mother through in private. I manage to get out of the shower, wrap myself in a towel, and go to my room where I collapse onto the bed. My butt is still stinging from where he belted me, and even though I hate to admit it, the aftershocks of my orgasm are still buzzing through me. I hate to admit that it even happened, but it was completely out of my control. I guess it’s official; my stepdad is a total psychopath. After lying in bed for two hours, I remember I have some melatonin on my desk and take two tablets and try to go to sleep. Maybe it helps, maybe it doesn’t, but once I finally pass out, my dreams are absolutely nightmarish.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

Knowing. I told myself I hated him for it. But late at night, when the house was quiet and Mom was asleep next to him in their king bed, I’d lock my door, pull my laptop under the covers, and search for videos that looked too much like us. Stepdad catching his stepdaughter alone in the kitchen. Stepdad bending her over the island. Stepdad whispering “good girl” while he fucked her raw. I’d watch with the volume so low I had to press my ear to the speaker, fingers slipping under my panties, circling slow while some stranger on screen groaned “that’s it, princess.”

I grew up hating him. One summer when my mother went to the market, my stepfather came into my room all by himself. He was half naked. He sat on my bed and laid down next to me. I was ten years old at that time and had no idea of what was going on. His eyes were full of lustful desire as he looked at me. He came closer to me and whispered some words that I did not even understand. Good thing one of my siblings went inside the house and call his attention. He immediately got up and went out of my room.

My step-dad After a good time of sleep I always wake up in the arms of Christ. I catch him looking at me Me: why are you looking at me? Christ: nothing you're just beautiful Me: Hmm I said nothing and I smile, without realizing it, he puts his lips on mine. His soft lips, he caresses my body with sensuality, he is very precise in his gestures. I moan all alone Christ: sorry, I .. Me: hush continue