Novelas y relatos de Stepmom In Sexy Lingerie

I’m already wet. I move closer, pretending to fold a shirt, but really I’m inhaling her—cigarettes, strawberry gum, and that sweet young cunt smell I’m dying to bury my face in. “You’re really pretty, you know that?” The words slip out before I can stop them. Lila straightens, smirking. “You hitting on me already, stepmom?” My cheeks burn, but my pussy throbs. “Just being nice.” “Uh-huh.” She steps closer. Too close. Her breath brushes my collarbone. “Dad’s wife checking out my ass. Real nice.”

Bad. Tonight we were all sleeping in the same bed. Mom insisted some family bonding bullshit after a long week. I showed up in my thin silk pajama shorts and tiny tank top, no bra, nipples already poking through from the AC. Mom was passed out on the far side, curled up facing the wall, dead to the world from her double shift. “Hey, petite,” my stepdad said when I walked in, that easy smile spreading across his face. His eyes all over me quick down my body, his eyes fixed on my legs before he looked away. But I caught it.

"We’re having dinner on the terrace. And don't bother looking for a back door. We're sixty stories up. The only way out is through me." I walked into the massive bedroom. On the bed lay a dress that looked like it was made of starlight—a sheer, shimmering silver mesh that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Beside it was a note in his handwriting: No underwear tonight. I want to see every inch of what I bought. My hands shook as I put it on. I felt exposed. Raw. At twenty-one, I was playing a game with a forty-eight-year-old shark, and I was drowning.

Why does he have to say it like that…like this really meant something. Chill out, Nina. It's just dick. My stepbrother's dick. Fuck. I run my fingers through my hair. I hate how it curls up when it's wet. “We have bigger problems than your lust, Mr. Cross.” I turn to him. “I still don't have any clothes.” He pushes off the bed and crosses the room to the giant wardrobe. My eyes linger on his back, on how his muscles ripple under his shirt with each movement. Why does he have to be so fucking hot?

“So pink and puffy. Bet she tastes like pure sin.” They crawled onto the bed from either side, surrounding me like predators. My stepmom grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while her free hand cupped one of my tits and squeezed hard. Lila settled between my thighs, breath hot against my clit. “First rule,” my stepmom whispered in my ear, tongue tracing the shell. “You don’t come until we say. We’re going to edge this tight little body until you’re crying for it.”

KINKS: step family, masturbation I couldn't believe my eyes when I pushed open the door to the laundry room. There he was, my stepson, Jake, sitting on the edge of the washing machine with his pants around his ankles. His hand was wrapped tight around his thick cock, stroking it up and down in quick, desperate pulls. His eyes were glued to the pile of my lace lingerie I'd just tossed in the basket—my black thong, the sheer bra with the push-up cups, all tangled together. The air smelled like his sweat and the faint floral of my perfume clinging to the fabric. My heart raced, a forbidden heat pooling between my legs. I'd always noticed how he looked at me, those stolen glances when I walked a

When my father’s men arrived, Ben was surrounded by women, bragging about how he had wrapped a rich older woman around his finger. “In less than half a year, that old b*st*rd’s company will be mine! His crippled son is just decoration!” Before the words finished leaving his mouth, a chill ran down his neck, and he was lifted by the collar. One second, he was boasting; the next, he was dragged into an alley and ground into the pavement. He was spineless. After a few blows, he spilled everything about how he hooked up with Mary and how they planned to seize the assets once my father grew old or sick.

My stepdad is one sexy man and so is his son. They both are quite into fitness so they work out a lot. Both of them are built like male models, with sweet muscular arms, sexy-toned abs, and the nicest asses I have ever seen on dudes. Well, it didn’t take me long to get the idea of fucking them in my head. Before I knew it I was using them for my masturbation material. I would lay there and diddle myself as I fantasized about being in the middle of a stepdaddy and stepbrother sandwich! Then one evening destiny allowed my stepbrother Steve to see me at my best--sprawled out naked on my bed, a tit in one hand and my favorite vibrator in the other.

She rebelled, wanting to escape, but I held her tightly from behind and still moved to pump her until her body trembled again, feeling an orgasm several times. "Just enjoy, dear. Isn't this the first time for you?" I got an amazing jackpot. My stepmother is still a virgin. She is very narrow and delicious. Her body was so fragrant and smooth. I am very greedy to feel every inch of her that is so natural and innocent. She was sweating, I kissed her neck and squeezed her round and springy breasts right in the grasp of my hand. She was very good at caring for her body, which was so charming.

My heart gave a hard thump. “The stripper?” one of the girls asked, a giggle in her voice. “Yeah. Works at that club, Onyx. Heard she gives private dances in the back rooms for extra cash. Real private.” Heat rushed to my face. I kept walking, my legs feeling stiff. “I heard she’s hooked up with, like, all of them,” the other guy chimed in. “Jeremy Blackwood, obviously. But the brothers too. Raphael, Caspian… even the quiet one, Silas. She’s like a… a house pet. For all of them.”