Stepmom In My Bed Novels & Stories

I let out a long breath, got up from my bed, slipped out of my nightdress and walked into my bathroom to have a hot shower. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Two hours later, a happy smile was on my face as I walked down the pavement leading to my apartment building, thinking about how I was going to spend my evening. I was going to make good use of my new strawberry bath bomb, lavender sea salt and coconut oil. Then I’d talk to my mom and Aria before calling it a night with popcorn coated in melted chocolate while I watched Gilmore Girls.

I wake up late in the afternoon, still feeling tired from previous BDSM sex with Ethan and my hand search the other side of the bed, Ethan isn’t there. I was in his room, the room he shared with my mother. Ethan is a very rough man. No wonder mother is always screaming while sexing with him. Just as I was about to get out of bed, I felt someone touching my legs, and kisses follows. "Ouch"… Riley Seal Good morning to you. Nathan said, that was when I noticed he is stack naked.

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.

he stated with a laugh of contentment. “I’m Sharon, MRS Serena” Sharon introduced herself in a sarcastic but sassy tone which only I understood, and most definitely Serena who will soon be made uncomfortable by Sharon cause I know what she is capable of doing. “Introduce yourself to your stepmom don” my dad urged me. Heaven knows I’m not ranting or doing anything crazy cause the new bride was never an option to be married to my father. Serena was the least I was expecting and because of that, I’ve lost my voice at this table.

"It's okay, I'm okay. Don't worry" My stepmom nodded her head and she smiled again. I looked around the room and saw Ollie and Steve as they stood on Jane's side. Ollie looked at me and she stood up from her chair and walked up to me. She stood beside my bed and just stared down at me. I could see she had been crying. Her eyes were red and I noticed tear trails down her cheek. She smiled down at me and suddenly hugged me. I tensed up shocked, why was she hugging me? I looked at my father and he was as confused as I.

I remind him, my voice shaky. “I don’t care…” he mumbles, his breath hot against my skin. “She thinks I’m cheating on her with you anyway. Isn’t it better if we make it true?” “But I’m your stepmom,” I protest, my heart racing as he tilts his head from my lips to my neck. “Even better,” he husks with a wicked glint in his eyes. My eyes widen slightly. Even better? Does he have mommy issues?—wait, of course he does.

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?

We stayed locked together, trembling, his cock twitching as he filled me completely. We barely made it back to our rooms. I fell asleep with his cum still leaking out of me, smiling like the cat who got the cream. The next morning at breakfast, Mom chattered happily about her day, completely oblivious. Thorne sat across from me, looking every bit the respectable stepfather. But when our eyes met, we shared a secret, filthy smile. His foot brushed mine under the table. I didn’t just seduce my stepdad… I stole him. And I have no intention of giving him back.

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

To me, he was just a nameless stranger who had bought his way into our lives. "I... I will," I whispered, my voice thick. "Great. I have to go, darling. Love you, see you next week!" The line went dead. I slowly lowered the phone, staring at the blank screen. She wasn't coming home. This mysterious stepfather—the man she couldn't stop boasting about—would be at the house tomorrow. I was completely, utterly on my own. The weight of it all pressed down on my chest until I could barely breathe. I paid the bartender with a crumpled hundred-dollar bill, ignoring his concerned gaze as I dragged my garment bag off the stool. I needed a bed. I needed to sleep for a hundred years.