Stepmom Shower Novels & Stories

Sloane The shower in Callum’s bathroom was massive—rainfall head pouring down like warm tropical rain, tiled walls that echoed every gasp and slap of wet skin. They didn’t even let me walk there on my own. Reid carried me, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock already half-hard again and nudging against my ass with every step. Callum followed close, one hand on my back like he couldn’t stand not touching me.

Her emotionless voice and lack of reaction scared him more because she was usually so feisty. Matt adjusted the water for one of the shower heads and then Stephon handed her into the large double-headed enclosure. Stephon stood watching her cling to his best friend. "Ah, hell." His clothing came off and he walked in behind her, adjusted the other shower head, and then pressed against her back. She stiffened for only a moment and then relaxed. Stephon grabbed liquid soap, squatted, and began washing her body, starting with her feet. He was thorough and even rubbed soap between her toes, smiling at her purple toenail polish. His hand ran over her calves, and then stopped before washing her kne

Bea asked with an excited smile. “Can I go to the pool now?” Caleb grinned. Bea nodded and looked at Callum. “Go to the pool with him,” she mouthed before Caleb faced her again. “Come here, Cale. Let’s have a shower first.” Callum took Caleb’s bathrobe with him. “Are you going swimming with me too, Daddy?” Caleb asked. Callum looked at her and she nodded to encourage him. If he wanted to grow close with his son, he had to put in the effort!

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

Today was my father's wedding day. When I got off the plane in my princess dress, the first person I saw was a charismatic woman who stood out from the crowd. It was Brenda Sanders, who would soon be my stepmother. My father had chosen not to remarry all these years because of me. I was very happy for him when he finally met someone he liked. Everyone said that she was a renowned sculptor. Her work was beautiful and gentle, just like how she looked.

Slowly, surely, they were figuring it out. Now if we can just figure out when we’re going to make love, ‘cause damn. I’m burning up for him. She stripped off her jeans and oversized t-shirt and stepped into Joe’s shower. She loved it, and every single time she used it, she felt like a Hollywood celebrity or something. It was a walk-in shower cabinet, roomy and bright, with sky-blue tiles, a small marble shelf for the shampoo and body wash, and a door with a brilliant blue stained glass star in its centre. She stood under the hot spray for a few minutes, eyes closed, just breathing.

"Step? Not just sister and brother. You say stepsister?" Matt shrugged, feeling interrogated, "just a habit, I guess." "Hm," Max pursed her lips. "I've only ever known one other stepfamily, and they never said step." "Are you done in the shower?" Stephanie asked as she stood. "Yes, it's yours, boo," Max said, blowing Stephanie a kiss which Stephanie returned before disappearing upstairs without another word. "Wait! Let me get my blow dryer out of there!" Amber shouted and raced up the stairs after Stephanie.

“You're making daddy feel worse right now, aren't you? Look how big my cock is getting for you. This wet pussy of yours is a very naughty thing, isn't it?” “God, yes, daddy! I'm a naughty girl! I saw your—your uh, your cock in the shower!” I couldn't believe the words had escaped my own mouth! Admitting to staring at my step-father's penis, for god's sake! I was a mess! Lost in a world of lust and arousal, at the hand's of my daddy and his pulsating pole. “Oh,” he smiled, leaning back slightly. “So you saw me in the shower, did you?”

One of the additions to the shower, an improvement over supporting yourself grasping a safety handle, was another stool. This was a sturdy molded plastic 4-step stool with a large flat top somebody could stand on. It was also perfect to bend over when taking it from behind. The stool was designed to shed water, no extra care was required. We tested it and it got our seal of fucking approval.