Stepmom Incest Stories Novels & Stories

I looked away, picked up my glass, and took a slow sip. Then, I looked back at Devon. What I saw made my blood run cold. Devon wasn't even looking at me anymore. He was staring at Alaric. Devon’s eyes were wide with pure fear. He finally realized something terrifying. The stepfather he feared and respected didn't care about him anymore. Alaric was looking at me. And Devon finally understood his biggest mistake: by treating me badly, he had given Alaric the perfect weapon to destroy him.

As I watched, she came, groaning, and I saw her love dripping off the stool, adding to the puddle on the floor. "Oh, dad. You have to come see this, it's perfect." I moved behind my daughter, letting my erection rest against her back and my hands moved around and held her handful breasts. "Oh fuck, that's nice. But look at what I found." It was that site that has hundreds of subsites, you know the one. Sam had the incest pages open. Stories of siblings, mom, and son, dad and daughter, cousins, uncles. Seemed like the whole world is fucking family. Of course, my cock twitched.

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.”

Ethan hisses, his face inches from the terrified man's. "I want the person who put Thallium in my stepmother's cup. I watched my mother wither away because of accidents like this. I watched her heart fail while the doctors called it natural causes." "You've been crying, Simon. Is it out of grief for my stepmother... or is it because you know exactly which spice rack holds the Thallium?" "I—I would never, Mr. Ethan!" the chef stammers, his face turning a ghostly shade of grey. "I loved the mistress!"

Though, she respected him and was depressed when my father lost his wife. Then, my father was worried I would be sad without a mother so he asked her out. It was all because of me. Hence, I welcomed them with open arms. It was harmonic at first but then, my sisters got jealous so I tried everything to please them. Stepbrother Jose raped me twice and I couldn't say anything because... Because... I don't want to ruin my father's new family... I said nothing and just please them... So why they are doing this to me?! What did I do wrong?!

Amelia's step brother Benjamin is what you will call a typical pervert and loser. At 23 years he has no friends, nevermind a girlfriend. Being jobless, he spends most of his time watching p**n and jerking off and since he started venturing into p**n his greatest fantasy has been to have sex with Amelia, his step sister. He always visualizes both of them engaging in illicit sexual activities anytime he views p**n. It's no wonder why his best p**n scenes are the ones featuring family taboo, especially step siblings.

My mother sits with her when I can’t be there or when she’s resting so she’s rarely alone. After Dr. Reynolds released Stephanie, I contacted our friends to let them know what happened. “I can’t say it’s because of everything going on with Steph, but it was after he said he didn’t want to speak to her that this happened. The stress in her had been building for a while, but that pushed her over the edge.” “Has he tried to reach out to her since then?” Roman asks.

Voices from our parents drifted on the breeze. He stood, turned me around, and thrust into my pussy from behind, hand clamped tight over my mouth. “They’re right outside,” he growled. “Your mom and dad have no idea their daughter is getting raped by her stepbrother in the shed, pregnant with his baby.” The slap of skin was muffled by the wooden walls, but the danger pushed me over the edge fast. I squirted around his cock, soaking his balls. He filled my pussy again, then made me drop to my knees to clean him with my mouth before we slipped back out separately, flushed and pretending nothing happened.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

That birthmark on her inner thigh — the one he now knew from her videos — seemed to burn under his stare. “You’re ASlimySlut,” he said again, low and rough, like he was tasting the words. His hand gave his cock one slow stroke without thinking, smearing the precum down the shaft. “All this time… I’ve been jerking off to my own stepmom begging to get bred like a cheap whore.”