Wet Step Mom Novels & Stories

"You want to be with me that badly?" Sammy nodded instinctively, then quickly shook her head. "N-No, no. Roy, please, I was wrong! I'll apologize to Penny! I'll take Linda far away. We'll never bother you again!" Roy smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "She doesn't want me anymore," he murmured, almost to himself. "She's my stepmother now." He laughed then—a hollow, broken sound. "You want to be with me, don't you?" His voice was unnervingly calm. "Then I'll grant your wish."

"Wow! You really know your back rubs, mister." Mom says sitting up, yawning. "I'm going to leave this for a while and take a nap. As she gets up, her legs are wobbly. "That's odd." She says, struggling to stay standing. As soon as she takes a step, she looks down at her shorts. There is a wet circle in the crotch of her white shorts. Shit! How stupid of me. Next time I'll just give her a post transmission suggestion to go upstairs and masturbate to a powerful climax. Mom looks at me and hurries out of the basement.

"Mom... I mean, stepmother... you... you want me to do the dishes? Clean the house?" My stepmother's eyes softened, a hint of vulnerability seeping through her facade. "Yes, Bethany. I think it's time for a change. We all need to do our part to keep our home running smoothly. You can start by helping out with the chores." Bethany's disbelief was mirrored in my own expression. Our stepmother had never shown an ounce of interest in household responsibilities, leaving the burden on our shoulders. It felt like an alternate reality, a dream that bordered on surreal.

She grabbed her stepdaughter’s head with both hands and pulled her face straight into her dripping folds. “That’s right, baby girl. Eat Mommy’s pussy while your stepbrother wrecks you.” Vivian moaned into Brie’s cunt. She licked hungrily, tongue sliding between those swollen lips, tasting the flavor she’d grown addicted to. She sucked on Brie’s clit, then pushed her tongue inside, fucking her stepmom with it while Bruno pounded her from behind. Bruno’s fat cock continued to hit her G-spot while warm water cascaded over her body.

And my stepmom was grinding on my cock, begging for more. I flipped her onto her back on my bed and pinned her wrists above her head. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Mom,” I growled softly. She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. “I know,” she whispered. “But I can’t stop.” I yanked her shorts down again. My cock was already throbbing, ready to slide back into my stepmom’s married pussy while my dad slept just down the hall.

She almost seems happy about me finding my mate. “You will regret this,” Mom tells me sharply, then starts to stomp in the direction of the packhouse. Stephanie sighs, watching as she walks away, waiting until she is a good distance from us before turning back to me. “Congrats, Alpha. I look forward to meeting our Luna soon,” she says. “And I…” she goes to say something more, but her words get cut off as she grimaces, sweat breaking out on her forehead. She pulls a face, then walks off, following after my mom. Weird. I never saw the skeleton show any genuine emotion, but she really seemed happy for me just then before she had her little weird moment. It was like she was fighting a command, b

"Your dad's gone. It's just us now. And that smack? It made me wet." Heat surged through me. My stepmom—voluptuous, curvy Vanessa—admitting she got wet from my hand on her ass. I grabbed her cheeks again, squeezing rough, pulling her closer so her pussy ground against my thigh. She moaned soft, hips rocking instinctive. "Fuck," I growled, my voice thick. "I've jerked off to you so many times. Picturing this ass bouncing on my cock."

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 push the button to stop the transmitter. "Wow! You really know your back rubs, mister." Mom says sitting up, yawning. "I'm going to leave this for a while and take a nap. As she gets up, her legs are wobbly. "That's odd." She says, struggling to stay standing. As soon as she takes a step, she looks down at her shorts. There is a wet circle in the crotch of her white shorts. Shit! How stupid of me. Next time I'll just give her a post transmission suggestion to go upstairs and masturbate to a powerful climax. Mom looks at me and hurries out of the basement.

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Hermes Vitali “My StepDaddy”. That towel barely hanging on his hips, water sliding down his body like it was teasing me and the way his dark eyes had dragged over my tits, slow and hungry, like he was imagining what they’d feel like in his hands. My pussy had stayed wet the whole night, aching and empty, no matter how many times I pressed my thighs together or tried to ignore it. By morning, I felt wrecked eyes puffy from crying over Kyle, body still humming from that charged moment with my new stepfather, Stepfather.