Wet Step Mom Novels & Stories

Why would she think it’s her fault. “He was right. I can’t look after myself so how could I have expected to look after a child. If I can’t even look after myself then how? How? I am a very bad mom. I lost my pup. How could I have been so stupid. I should have taken better care of myself. I should’ve done more. I should’ve drank more water. I should’ve slept on time. I should’ve sat down more. I should have listened to him.” I sat there crying silently as she spoke, watching her cry freely as she spoke, convincing herself she was wrong. She paused, suddenly throwing the duvet off her body, attempting to stand up.

“ mom “ I called out the moment I picked up the phone . “You know what girl , I think I have been too nice with you , what guts do you have to talk to your step dad in that way and in that manner , I have done literally everything to make sure that you are happy and give you that life that you deserve , but why can’t you just do this for me , why do you have to mess this up “ “‘You think because I am not around . You can just go to anywhere and just come back to the house the way you like and when he confronts you about it , you think that you can just open your mouth and talk to him the way you like , you better not get on my nerves girl because I can see that shuan is doing everything in h

"You know you want to watch me in the shower, don't you? I bet you jerk off thinking about your own stepmom's wet body every single night, you perverted little freak," my stepmom Sarah said one evening over dinner, her voice teasing but edged with something sharp as she caught me staring at the way her tight tank top clung to her full breasts. She laughed it off like it was a joke, but the way her eyes lingered on me made my cock twitch in my pants. She had no idea how right she was, or how far I had already gone.

But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom. Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup tits that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple. Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement.

She pointed to a spot at the end of the bed so I stood there and she lay back, atop the sheets and slowly pulled her panties off. “Look at my pussy!” My step-mom lay in front of me with her legs spread and rubbed her pretty, pink cunt. She dipped a finger into her wet hole, pulled it out and sucked her pussy juice off. “I am nice and wet for you, Shane!” she told me. Alyssa extended her legs so that her knees were bent over my shoulders and she reached between her legs to position my dick at her entrance. Oooh, she felt so slippery! Animal instinct took over and I didn't need her direction anymore! I grabbed a firm hold of my step-mom's thighs and thrust my dick into her in one fell swoop.

Sophie threw herself at Retica and started flirting with her and before Retica could understand, they’re already best friends. One day, she visited Sophie and her mum went to the shopping mall and Sophie told her that she would teach her new fun tricks which she learned from her Step-Dad porny-movies. Sophie is more a daddy-slut than Retica that she normally urges her step-dad to feel her little pussy while bathing. Sophie’s mum is a busy-busy career woman with little or no time. And her step dad is a video-maker who works from home. She is normally left under his care.

"You're giving all the good food to Winston, Mom. What if I don't get enough nutrition?" Mom tapped me on the head. "You brat, are you seriously jealous of your stepdad? "He gives me emotional support. Can you do that?" I looked up what emotional support meant online. Basically, it referred to the ability to bring someone emotional satisfaction and psychological comfort. I couldn't help but wonder—Mom used to hug me and cover my face with kisses. Wouldn't that make me the person who gave her the most emotional support? One day, I got home early from school. The moment I walked in, I caught Mom and Winston Cox passionately making out on the balcony.

She had soap on her face so she couldn’t speak. After a few minutes, Stephanie walked out of the bathroom tied in a towel that stopped right above her knees. Her hair was dripping wet, and she had another towel in her hand to dry it up. “Mom! Is that ready?” She asked, walking out of the room, rubbing her damp hair with the towel in her hand. She got to the living room and saw her mother ironing her blue office pants. “Thank you so much, mother. I am in a rush.” She rushed to where she placed the t-shirt and picked it up.

I tried to convince her that it was okay if she was finding it arduous but she insisted on letting me know. When she was sure that she was under her control, she wiped her years and sniffed a few times and started, "When I reached home, my stepmom told me to take my car but something seemed off about her. She wasn't in her usual state. She is a very lively and a very cheerful person but today, she just wasn't herself... after my mom left, I was devastated but when dad remarried his childhood sweetheart, Daphne, my life changed - for the better. My stepmom, she fixed me. She gave me all the motherly love I thought I lost it forever. You see, I owe her a lot. She is close to both me and my bro

All she could remember as a child was the fight that occurred between her dad and her oldest brother; when her father decided to marry her stepmother who is currently glaring at her. Sometimes, her stepmom acted lovely like the time her grandparents came to visit them and were to act kind and loving. Lovely memories! She smiled a little. “Winter, did your dad tell you about the volunteering work at the construction site?” her voice brings her out of her Dreamland. By now, Joy has long gone and she was standing alone with her step-mom. She tried to recall talking with her dad but couldn't find any. “Never mind, ask him ” With that, She stalked off dusting the imaginary dust on her skinny dres