Stepmom Orgy Novels & Stories

She stammered and swallowed hard with her eyes looking at him so cautiously, she muttered pleadingly, “Please, stop.. Don't come any closer. I am your stepmom!” Corban chuckled then trapped her in the middle of his arms and traced her face with his lips. He blew air on her skin to her ear and let out his tongue to lick the tip of her ear before whispering in his sexy hoarse voice, “You know? That makes it more kinky, stepmum.” Stepmum shivered from the cold air and also his voice that made her tummy flip. She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth before regaining her sanity, she clenched her fist hard and looked at him boldly.

I open my eyes and look down as he caresses my clitoris with his swollen crown. His legs are spread like a cowboy riding a horse, and his eyes are fixed on mine. But I can’t look at him. It’s all I can do to keep from falling over as he massages my button with his manhood, adding his wetness to my own. Spit and pre-cum mix with my own juices, and I feel a wash of shame sweep over me as my stepfather brings me to orgasm. And not just any orgasm. The orgasm of my life.

I whimpered, the word catching in my throat as he found my clit and began a slow, rhythmic stroke that had me seeing stars. I sat there, paralyzed. A "good girl" smile plastered on my face, while my stepfather fingered my pussy under the dinner table, and my stepbrother watched, knowing exactly what was happening. I was dripping. I was ashamed. And I had never been more turned on in my life. And that’s how our sin started.

All filthy, unapologetic tales of the desires we never say out loud. Stepfathers who shouldn’t look twice. Friends who were never just friends. In-laws who cross every line. Strangers who claim what they shouldn’t. And the kind of love that starts in pure sin and ends in absolute addiction. No safe words. No apologies. Just raw, forbidden heat that will leave your legs aching and needy. All characters are 18+. Explicit content throughout. Read with raw caution.

He looked at Bea who was still carrying Caleb and realized that the two were so close, they really looked like mother and son. Callum covered his face and sighed. What was he thinking? He was trying to get close to Caleb because he did not want Caleb to have a stepmother! But the thought of someone like Bea being his stepmother was not a bad idea. It would have been better if it was her. He sighed once more. What was he thinking? Bea and Caleb went to the wave pool together. It was then that she realized that Callum was no longer following them. “Caleb, where’s your dad?” Bea asked the child who was currently enjoying himself at the shallow part of the pool.

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.

She stared into my eyes and I feared she had caught on, but she shook her head aggressively. “Ahah, I don't buy that. He wouldn't do that to his own fucking child!” I rolled my eyes at her. He was more than a step dad to me, if only she knew we were having sex I wonder what her reaction would be. My step dad, my fuck buddy, stood right there and watched me slam my head against the ground. She was gonna explode if she found out about the bigger part of the story.

I paused mid step. He was on the phone, his voice was slightly muffled through a door half-closed. I recognized the room: his private study, tucked between the old smoking lounge and the library. Devon never brought me in there. “Off-limits,” he’d said once, laughing. “My stepfather’s dragon den.” I stepped lightly, pressing myself against the cool wall, inching closer to it. “No, I don’t care what the Ministry says,” Alaric was saying. “They wouldn’t dare move against me unless they’re tired of breathing.”

I join them, but neither eats until Max shows up. He steps in wearing a shirt and brown shorts, which makes me feel disappointed because I miss seeing him half naked. He pulls out a chair at the table, and his father starts an introduction; little does he know I have met his son more times than necessary. “This is Noah Anderson, your stepmom's daughter. She is going to St Mary's as well. I need to show her around at school.” Mr Hawthorne says as he dishes out a portion of food for himself. “Noah is great; I know you both would get along in no time,” my mother chirps in while I gawk at the three of them.

Stephany has another orgasm, and pushes the boy's head, hugging the dark-haired man with her legs, who lays her down and enters her, fucking her the way she likes: hard and deep. The blond-haired man takes advantage and forces the boy to lie down with his stomach on the floor and lying on the boy's back. He starts going in and out again, until he ends up coming, because the boy is much tighter in that position. When he's finished, he climbs onto the bed and joins Luna and the dark-haired man, while the boy, unable to move, cries on the floor. After being satisfied, Stephany orders the boy to take his sister home and never again disobey him.