Submissive Stepmom Novels & Stories

I couldn’t fucking stand her. My stepmom—let’s call her the bitch who ruined everything—was the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I hated her for it. Those massive, heavy tits that strained against every tight top she wore, that fat ass that jiggled when she walked, those full lips always painted red like she was begging to suck cock. She knew exactly what she was doing, parading around the house like a whore in heat, and now Dad was gone on his stupid week-long trip. Just me and her. Stuck. Alone.

Mom sat next to her too on the other side. I tried to maintain my body. I could feel the heat building up in my body as I sat next to her. She was having a huge impact on me. I watched her every move. Her fingers her legs, her hair, everything. I couldn't help but imagine all of her laying beneath me, surrendering to all my needs. I was quickly brought back to earth when my stepmom introduced me to Alyssa as her stepson and apparently she was now Alyssa's stepmom too.

“I don’t care how risky it is. Sneak into my room every night. Fuck me while I cook. I need you constantly now.” Alex kissed me deeply, his hand possessively cupping my breast. “I’m never letting this go, Mom. You’re my woman now. We’ll be careful during the day, but at night… you’re my dirty little secret. My stepmom slut.” We made love one more time—slow and sensual at first, then building to another rough, passionate round. He came deep inside my pussy again while I whispered filthy encouragements. “Breed Mommy if you want. I’ll carry your baby. Anything for you.”

“I’m doing what Dad’s too pathetic to do. I saw that pretty cunt on your OnlyFans, Mom. You spread it so wide for those losers online. Does it make you wet knowing your step-son watched you finger-fuck yourself?” Her breathing was fast. She tried to push me away, but there wasn’t much force behind it. “Stop it right now. This is wrong. I’m your step-mother.” “Wrong?” I laughed, giving her ass a firm slap that made it jiggle. “You’re the one posting videos of your married pussy online. Telling the world how sexually frustrated you are. How many guys have jerked off to you, huh? How many loads have you made them shoot while Dad leaves you high and dry?”

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

How could people be so cruel? Lena had grabbed the remote and switched off the tv when I couldn’t help but watch the sick news. “It will fuck you up! Stop watching this shit!” she had shouted at me. “What she said was a lie” A voice booms from the door and I stiffen. Fucking great! It’s my stepmom. Joy. All she bought in my life was misery. She is an influential woman. She often gets her way with dad. Dad loves her, maybe that’s why.

He was her stepfather, one who her mother was married to before the cold hands of death took her away. Sarah had been attracted to him ever since she set her eyes on him in a TV show’s interview. Her eyes traced him as he exchanged greetings with his powerful guests, and she suddenly felt a pull of moisture between her legs. She was already horny for her late mother's husband or ex-husband because she was now late. Her mission tonight was to get in his bed and have him fuck her recklessly, just like she had always fantasized. She bit her lips as she felt the moisture leak onto her pants, her hand moving up to curb her long, black, fluffy hair to her neck. Just then, their eyes met, and he sm

Matthew said with a smile. Olivia knew that her new stepfather was just trying to lighten the mood and so she tried to wear a pleasant smile on her face as she replied, "I like it. The turkey is perfect, the meal is really nice," she replied. Hoping that she did sound brighter than she felt.

He responded. "That.." "What?" "Stop calling me your stepmom" I finally told him. "Why?" "I don't like it; even if you are you tryna tease me with it. I don't feel comfortable when you call me your stepmom. You know you are older than me?" "It doesn't matter. That's how we are related. Stepmom - stepson" "No please Liam. See it more like we are just friends and colleagues and you are my boss" I said.

" Forget it, dad, grandma can be heartless sometimes. I even wonder if she is our own blood or not . " Zick said, chewing the food in his mouth. Riya said nothing and continued eating her food. Mellisa was hesitant to speak her mind, but she gathered the courage to speak. " I can give you 5 steps that will help you if you don't mind. " Melissa said. Making both Zick and Liala burst into laughter. " What will an old hag like you know about business? " Zick laughed." Please don't humiliate yourself by saying anything. Just keep quiet already. "