Dottie stood in the kitchen, her hands resting on the granite countertop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of the breakfast she’d prepared. Today was the day she’d finally meet Carter, her new husband’s daughter. She wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted the house spotless, and the fridge packed with Carter’s favorite foods.
Dottie had spent weeks preparing for this moment, knowing how important it was to make a good first impression. She wanted so much to be a good stepmom. She glanced at the clock; Carter was due to arrive any minute. Her heart fluttered. She smoothed her hands over her tight-fitting blouse and her cute skirt, ensuring her outfit was flawless. Dottie was determined to be the stepmother every girl Carter’s age deserved—firm but fair, loving but disciplined.
The doorbell rang, snapping Dottie out of her thoughts. She took one last look in the hallway mirror, adjusting her hair, before walking to the door with a smile. When she opened it, her breath caught in her throat. Carter was stunning! She stood there, a beautiful 18-year-old with flowing auburn hair. Carter had just completed her freshman year as a scholarship volleyball player, and she had that volleyball build—tall, lean, and strong. She was wearing a sweatsuit with a gymbag nonchalantly thrown over her shoulder.
But Dottie’s smile faded slightly as she took in the girl’s defiant expression. Carter’s eyes met hers, cold and unyielding, before she pushed past Dottie into the house without a word.
“Welcome home, Carter,” Dottie said, her voice steady although she had been shaken by the girl’s rudeness. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve made breakfast. It’s ready whenever you are.”
Carter sullenly ignored her, tossing her bag onto the couch, then stomping toward the kitchen. This girl was too old to still be a brat, Dottie said to herself. She followed Carter into the kitchen, her patience already wearing thin. She had expected some resistance, but Carter’s attitude was worse than she’d imagined. The girl grabbed a slice of toast and took a bite, glaring at Dottie.
“I can already tell you’re a bitch. You’re not my mom,” Carter muttered, crumbs spilling from her mouth. “I love my mom.”
Dottie’s jaw tightened. She could not let this behavior slide. “No, I’m not,” she replied calmly. “But I am your stepmother, and in this house, you will show respect. I MUST be respected, missy!”
Carter rolled her eyes, reaching for another slice of toast. “Whatever. I don’t have to listen to you. And I don’t have to put up with your shit.”
That was the final fucking straw. Dottie’s hand shot out, grabbing Carter’s wrist before she could take another piece of toast. “You will listen to me,” she said, her voice firm. “And you will behave like a decent person. Do you understand me?”
Carter tried to pull away, but Dottie’s grip was stepmom strong. “Let go of me, skank!” Carter snapped, her cheeks flushing with anger.
“Not until you learn some manners,” Dottie said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She pulled Carter toward the living room, ignoring the girl’s protests. “You’re acting like a spoiled brat, and I won’t have it. You need to learn a lesson you nasty little bitch!”
Carter’s eyes widened as Dottie pushed her onto the couch. Carter's body was stiff with defiance. “You can’t do this! Abuse is illegal, duh!” she shouted, struggling to free herself.
“Oh, but I can,” Dottie said, her voice low and dangerous. She positioned herself behind Carter, her hands gripping the girl’s slender waist. “And I will. You’ve left me no choice, missy!”
Before Carter could react, Dottie yanked down the girl's sweatpants and panties, exposing Carter’s glass-smooth volleyball ass. Then, with a deep breath, she brought her hand down in a sharp smack. The sound echoed through the room, and Carter let out a startled wail.
“Ow! What the actual fuck?” Carter squealed, but the aerobically fit and strong Dottie held her in place. Then Carter yielded some. This wasn’t so bad! Actually, she thought, Dottie was kinda cute!
“That’s for being disrespectful,” Dottie said, her voice steady as she delivered another smack. “And this is for thinking you can treat me however you like.” Dottie loved the way Carter’s ass was growing deep red! Waay deep red!”
Carter’s cries grew louder with each strike, but she was now squirming rather than struggling. But as Dottie continued, she noticed something strange—Carter’s breath was coming in short, uneven gasps. Dottie frowned, her hand pausing mid-air. “Are you enjoying this, young lady?” she asked, her voice sharp.
Carter’s eyes darted to the side, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. “N-no,” she stammered. “I mean yeah…sorta. This is actually kinda hot. And you’re kinda hot for a stepmom! You know, you smack pretty hard!”
Dottie’s gaze narrowed. She hadn’t expected this reaction, but she wasn’t about to let Carter off the hook. “If you think this is a game, you’re sorely mistaken,” she said, her hand coming down again with renewed force. “But since you seem to be enjoying it, let’s take this a step further, missy!”
With a swift motion, Dottie tugged Carter’s sweatpants off and threw them over her shoulder. Carter gasped in disbelief. This stepmom bitch was cray cray! Dottie grabbed Carter’s wrists, pinning them above her head. “Don’t fight me, little bitch,” she murmured, her lips brushing against Carter’s ear. “Just take it and love it.”
Carter kicked away her panties and removed her sweat top, and her breath caught in her throat as Dottie’s mouth descended on her breast, her tongue swirling around the tight peak. She tried to push Dottie away, but her body betrayed her, and she arched into her new stepmom’s touch. Dottie smirked, her hands roaming lower to cup Carter’s ass. “You like this, don’t you?” she whispered, her teeth grazing Carter’s nipple. “You like being punished. And I certainly like punishing you.”
Carter whimpered, her head falling back as Dottie’s mouth moved to her other breast. “S-stop,” she managed, but her voice lacked conviction. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more. Carter was hot to trot!
Dottie chuckled, her hands sliding between Carter’s legs. “I don’t think you want me to stop,” she said, her breath hot against Carter’s neck. “Not when you’re this wet.”
“Please don’t stop M-mommy,” Carter gasped. Dottie’s gaze darkened as she took in the sight, her fingers tracing the outline of Carter’s pussy lips before slipping inside.
“Oh God,” Carter moaned, her body bucking against Dottie’s touch. She was being finger-blasted by this stepmom that she barely knew, and her mind was a blur of pleasure and confusion. This wasn’t how she’d imagined her first meeting with mommy dearest would be.
Dottie’s fingers moved slower now, deliberate and teasing. “You’re so tight,” she murmured, her thumb pressing against Carter’s clit. “So ready for me...ready like a bitch!”
Carter’s breath caught, her hips rocking into Dottie’s hand. “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I—I can’t…”
“Shh,” Dottie soothed, her lips brushing Carter’s shoulder. “Just let go. Let me take care of you, baby!”
Carter’s eyes closed as Dottie’s mouth trailed down her body, her tongue dipping into Carter’s core. She cried out, her hands tangling Dottie’s hair as she surrendered to the sensation. Dottie’s tongue was relentless, exploring every inch of her, and Carter felt herself teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t name. Since she played on a volleyball team with beautiful and athletic girls her age, she had had a lot of experience with casual same-sex encounters, but nothing like this shit! This was red hot!
“Dottie… I’m—”
Her words were cut off by a sharp orgasm, her body shaking as pleasure roared through her body. Dottie held her firmly, her mouth never stopping, until Carter was a trembling mess beneath her. When she finally pulled away, Carter’s breath was ragged, and her eyes were glazed with desire. Carter was a girl gone wild!
Dottie smiled, her fingers tracing Carter’s jawline. “That’s better,” she said softly. “Now, do you think you can behave?”
Carter’s cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Y-yes, ma’am.”
Dottie’s smile widened, and her gaze did not have a proper stepmother look about it. “Good girl,” she said, her hand smoothing Carter’s hair. “But we’re not done yet. There’s still the matter of your punishment,” she said with more than a little menace in her voice.
Carter’s eyes widened, her body tensing as Dottie stood, her skirt falling back into place. “W-what do you mean, Mom?”
Dottie’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “You’ve been a complete shit, Carter,” she said, her voice low. “You’re a pissy little thing, and pissy little things need to be taught a lesson. Now get on your knees.”
Carter hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. But as Dottie’s gaze hardened, she slowly sank to the floor, her eyes never leaving her stepmom’s face. Dottie’s skirt fell to the ground, revealing her fit and shapely ass and thighs, and Carter’s breath caught. She had never seen anything so beautiful, so commanding. This woman took no shit from mouthy brats!
“That’s it,” Dottie murmured, her hand resting on Carter’s head. “Now, show me how sorry you are.”
Carter’s hands trembled as she reached out, her fingers tracing the smooth curve of Dottie’s hip. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against Dottie’s thigh. “Like this?” Carter whispered, her voice sweet, but filled with uncertainty.
“Yes,” Dottie said, her voice thick with desire. “Just like that, baby girl.”
Carter’s tongue darted out, tasting Dottie’s skin, and Dottie’s hands fisted in her hair. “Deeper,” Dottie commanded, her voice firm. “Show me how much you want this.”
Carter’s cheeks burned, but she obeyed, her mouth moving lower, her tongue exploring every inch of Dottie’s body. Dottie’s moans filled the room, her hands guiding Carter’s movements. As Dottie gasped, Carter realized that she was in control now, and that her new stepmom was at her mercy, and the realization sent a thrill through her.
“That’s it,” Dottie murmured, her body arching into Carter’s touch. “Oh, Carter… you’re so good at this, baby. Be good to me, baby!”
Carter’s heart raced, her body buzzing with excitement. She had not often felt this way before, never known that a woman could make her feel like this. Dottie’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling her closer, and Carter’s lips wrapped around her stepmommy’s clit, her tongue teasing and tasting.
Dottie’s breath came in sharp gasps, her body trembling on the edge. “Carter… I’m close, baby doll,” she whispered, “Make me come like I’m a bitch, baby. Make me come like I’m your bitch!”
Carter’s eyes fluttered closed, her focus narrowing. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling, and Dottie’s shout echoed through the room. “Fuck..shit…goddam…fuck…fuck.” Carter held on, her mouth never stopping, until Dottie collapsed against her gasping.
When Dottie finally pulled away, her eyes were dark with desire, her body still shaking. “You’re incredible,” she murmured, her hand cupping Carter’s cheek. “But we’re not done.”
Carter’s heart skipped a beat, her body abuzz with anticipation, but her ass was still sore and not ready for more of that spanking shit! “W-what now? she said with a tremble in her voice.
Dottie’s smile was wicked as she reached behind her, her fingers grasping something Carter couldn’t see. “Now,” she said, her voice low, “It’s my turn to be boss, missy.”
Before Carter could respond, Dottie was pushing her back onto the couch, and her body was looming over her trembling stepdaughter. Carter’s eyes widened as Dottie’s hand emerged from behind her back, holding a strap-on. Her breath caught in her throat, her mind racing with possibilities.
“Dottie… what are you—” “Oh my god, Dottie, I’m just eighteen! Don’t tear my shit up! Please, Mom!”
Her words were interrupted as Dottie’s lips crashed down on hers, silencing her protests. The strap-on pressed against Carter’s thigh, a hard promise of what was to come, and Carter’s body arched in anticipation.
“Trust me, little bitch,” Dottie whispered. Her breath was hot against Carter’s ear. “This is going to be good for you, baby.”
Carter’s heart pounded, her body trembling with anticipation of the fucking of her young life! Dottie’s lips trailed down Carter’s neck while her hands positioned the strap-on between Carter’s legs. Carter was dazed and a little confused, but she did know one thing—this new stepmom shit might not be so bad after all.
