Taboo Stepfather Novels & Stories

I hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately. And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it. I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.

“Andre is his son, isn’t he?” The question was calm. It was not accusing and they was no anger in the question, just understanding. Tears stung my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. Catherine nodded. “I thought so.” “You’re not angry?” I asked “Why would I be?” She answered “Because Mason is technically my step brother.” I continued Catherine sighed softly. “Step brother by law,” she said, “not by blood.” “But people will talk.” She continued “People always talk.” Her eyes softened.

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.

I sat with my friends at the corner table, picking at my food while my mind kept drifting back to Sebastian’s hard cock and the way he’d walked out of the shower like I was nothing. My thighs pressed together under the table. I was still sore from our last time, my pussy can still remember our raw dogging. The hurt from the way he walked out on me sat heavy in my chest “Guys, I need some advice,” I said quietly. “There’s this older guy. Really older guy. We hooked up once and it was… intense. But now he’s avoiding me.” My friends leaned in, eyes wide. No one knew it was my stepfather. I kept that part locked tight.

She had not been forgettable. He just wished she had been. The house was completely silent. She lay still and listened. And then she heard footsteps in the hallway — slow, measured. They stopped outside her door. The silence had a specific texture — the kind that happened when someone was standing very still on the other side of a door. Not knocking. Not leaving. She did not breathe. The footsteps stood there for a long moment — long enough to be deliberate. Then they moved on. She exhaled. Closed her eyes. Tomorrow he would be her stepfather. And she would be absolutely fine.

I thought of the way he looked at me, the way he keeps trying to control me, how he moves around the house like he's been there ever since. "I want to have sex," I repeated, my voice dropping its playful edge, becoming entirely serious. "And I need my dear stepfather to catch me in it."

I didn't know fantasizing about my stepfather would get me caught by him someday until the day he walked in on me doing……..

“Who are you?” His eyes finally met mine. And the truth in them frightened me more than any message, photograph, or secret ever had. “I was never supposed to tell you.” “Tell me what?” Nick swallowed. Then he whispered, “I'm not your stepfather, Melody.” The room went completely silent. He looked at Clara. Then at Andrew. Finally, he looked back at me. “I am your father.”

The fact that her nipples were still outstanding from her recent coupling with her step father make no difference now because they could be explained by the simple arousal of the cold night air across her supple and compliant obedient step daughter’s body. The next morning, Yoko washed carefully and kept her eyes down in respectful consideration of the feeling of her mother and new stepfather. It seemed the appropriate thing to do and she knew that from that moment forward, her stepfather would use her flesh in covert manner nocturnally hoping that it would remain their secret outside the knowledge of the remainder of the family just for the sense of tranquility inside the family community.

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