Taboo Stepfather Novels & Stories

Stephen POV “Do you like it, baby?” I asked removing Oliva's nipples from her bra. “No, Please Steph, don't do that,” She asked, trying to hide her breasts with her palm. “Why baby, Just because your handicapped father sees us having our moment, I love fucking you on the dining table,” I said bitting her nipple. “Please Steph, Why are you doing this,” She asked sobbing. “You must ask your father why fucking I am doing this” I yelled, pinning her hand above her head.

But I have to remind myself that the world wouldn't want to hear it. They would persecute me for it. Just like Tyler did. They would judge and hate me for it. He is my late mother's husband. Or he was. They separated, though privately. Nobody would care about the details. He was Kathryn's and would always be. He is my stepfather. My legal guardian. He is two decades older than me. How much more taboo can a situation get? But I love him. So much. My heart beats hard and true for him. How can this be wrong when it feels so right?

However, it seemed to have been an important point when Abihirt thinned his lips, then the man's shoulder rested on the back of the work chair. "I like sex spiced up with rough scenes." Moreau held her breath for a long time. For a moment she responded that her stepfather had tried to find a simple sentence so that there would be nothing more to ask, though there would always be great doubt. She shook her head and gave Abihirt a look full of anticipation when she realized the man's strange ambition. How her stepfather had always been tight-lipped at times, even feeling that the man she was dealing with was too cold, though regarding last night's outburst, the man had spoken at length, as wou

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

From his silver-coloured eyes, I can see different emotions, from shock to lust. My mother, Naomi, looks at us confused, knowing that it's my first time between me and my proposed stepfather, or I'll say be obsessed CEO. "She's my secretary of the company I am managing currently", Lucas broke the unsettling silence between the trio. "That explains it. I'll call it a lucky coincidence between a boss and his employee getting new titles today." My mother exclaimed gracefully as she was completely ignorant of the behind the scenes between us. Come to think of it, how can someone whom I lustfully looked at and had an affair happen to be my stepfather? Is this fate trying to punish me for my high

He didn't need this right now. First John and now his dad. What was so special about Stephie that she should be off limits? Jacob wasn't sure what bothered him more. The fact that his dad declared Stephie off limits, or the fact that he was upset by the declaration. Wasn't this supposed to be the reality anyway? Him keeping away from Stephie, with no intention on seducing her? But why did now that the boundary had been declared, did Jacob suddenly feel more tempted to break that very limit?

Same man. Everything different. What we’d shared was taboo. No blood between us, but the rule was unspoken, ironclad. Stepfather. Stepson. Even if Gloria had already walked out, even if the divorce papers were sitting on my desk waiting for signatures, the world wouldn’t care about technicalities. People would see predator. Groomer. Monster. They’d see my job vanish, my name dragged through headlines, Elias’s future ruined alongside mine. And yet. I didn’t want to stop.

Protocol demanded distance, mild reprimand. “Your mother would be worried.” “My mother is in Frankfurt or Milan or some other city ending in a hard consonant, negotiating something impersonal. She doesn’t care. And neither do you, really. You’re just following the responsible stepfather script. Chapter one: reprimand the rebellious stepdaughter.” She spun on her heels—an unsteady move that made her grab the sofa backrest. Her eyes swept the room, criticism plain on her face. “This room, my God. It looks like a catalog from a depression clinic. Everything straight lines, smooth surfaces, dead colors. Not a single object that looks loved. Only chosen.”

Arthur said, his voice dropping to a deadly, quiet register that made the air in the room feel freezing. "And he does his job. Unlike you, who spends his days playing CEO in a suit he hasn't earned. Don't speak about your brother when you're sitting at my table." Leo’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might shatter. He looked away, staring down at his plate, his chest rising and falling with heavy, angry breaths. The silence that followed was suffocating. I sat there, trapped between a step-father who was slowly sliding his hand up my inner thigh, and a step-brother who was looking at me like he wanted to burn the house down.

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.