Stepmom Shower Novels & Stories

The housekeeper became my stepmother, and together with her son, they plotted to kill me. After being reborn, I exposed a video of her affair at her own wedding, destroying her reputation completely. I watched as she and her son were kicked out. They left with nothing, wandering the streets like outcasts. I smiled and tossed a moldy piece of bread into their begging bowl. “This is all you deserve.” …… When I opened my eyes, I found myself back to a week before my dad’s wedding to our housekeeper, Megan Zimmerman.

I thought I was going to be alone with my thoughts, but suddenly the door opened again and I saw Elle strolling in. "Elle," I croaked. "The one and only," she beamed at me. "I thought you must be bored out of your mind here, so I even brought you some nail polish. But guess who I just ran into outside? Your step-lover! I guess you won't even need these, huh?" she chuckled. "Sheez, Elle," "I get what you mean though, if that was my stepbrother, I'd bone him too," "Elle!" I hissed. "Keep it in your pants, will ya? This is a family-run facility,"

This is my son, Chad Steele," he introduced. Choking on her drink, Olivia's eyes widened and Chad smirked at her, "Hello, stepsister," he said cockily.

It rang again, and on the third attempt, I felt him slow down. “Pl…ease….continue…I…want…y…ou…” I begged and watched his lips flatten in a smirk, before leaning in. “Pick your call, Stepmom. We wouldn't want to draw attention to ourselves, would we?” He muttered in a low, husky voice and slowly let go of my hair. Stepmom! The sound of it made my pussy throb. My body shook, and my legs lost balance, but I picked up the land phone placing it on my right ear.

In the flesh, in broad daylight, looking devilishly handsome, his lilac long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his arms, showcasing his toned slightly hairy arms. Arms that had held me as I found pleasure I had never experienced before. I could see the confusion on his face transform into shock as we got closer to him, till we stood directly in front of him. "Nivea, meet my son, Zane Westington," Thomas introduced, everything occurring in slow-mo. "Zane, this is your new stepmother, Nivea," Thomas added, as we stood staring at each other, while I watched varied emotions play around golden eyes' face, till it settled on disgust.

Adrian asked, "Mom, you'll still come home at night, right?" Rhea closed her eyes, letting her tears fall freely. "I will." "Yay!" Rhea wished she could steel herself and let go of her feelings for the two kids immediately and decisively. But even though it was hard, she had to do it. Carter was right. She was just the stepmother. Lauren was back now. So, she should step aside. … That afternoon, Rhea's mood was heavy. She napped for two hours.

Kendall's POV “We don't have time, I need to get to work” mom says when we get out of the pool. “Go shower, both of you” she says and my step daddy and I look at each other, already knowing what would happen if we do. “I'll be in the car, okay?“ She says and waves at us, shooing us into the small space and I stumble. Travis places his hand on the small of my back to keep me steady and when we step in, the door to the shower room clicks shut behind us.

"You know you want to watch me in the shower, don't you? I bet you jerk off thinking about your own stepmom's wet body every single night, you perverted little freak," my stepmom Sarah said one evening over dinner, her voice teasing but edged with something sharp as she caught me staring at the way her tight tank top clung to her full breasts. She laughed it off like it was a joke, but the way her eyes lingered on me made my cock twitch in my pants. She had no idea how right she was, or how far I had already gone.

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.

I smile to myself as my body is almost completely back to its natural state, allowing me to almost completely forget about all the traumatic events that took place that night. After examining myself for a few more minutes, I then step into the shower, allowing the water to caress my skin. I grab my body wash before completely lathering myself in it, scrubbing away all of the dirt that has settled into my pores. I stay in the shower for about ten more minutes before grabbing a towel and stepping out. I dry my body off before wrapping myself in my towel and stepping back into my room. Jacks eyes immediately land on me as I walk out, having me literally feel his eyes watching me as I maneuver t