The kitchen reeked of an illicit make-out session. Mallika’s sweet juices still lingered on my tongue as I leaned against the counter, catching my breath. Her sundress was slightly askew, and she was blushing with satisfaction. I grabbed my phone and made a quick call to the nearest gym, booking us a session for later that afternoon. “We’re doing this, OK?” I said, winking. “Time to start that transformation,” Mallika sai...

The next morning, I woke up late. I glanced at the clock, 11:30 AM. Shit, I'd overslept again. The house felt unusually quiet, no clatter from the kitchen or footsteps. Mallika must be out, I thought, my mind drifted back to yesterday's hand job at her bedroom door. My cock jerked at the memory, her slick hand, her whispers, fuck, that was awesome. The kitchen was empty; however, there was a note on the counter: "Out for...

The next morning, I woke with a knot in my stomach, and the memory of last night’s kiss was still fresh. My dad was gone on a business trip, and I couldn’t escape my guilt. I pictured Mallika still on the couch, her blue eyes blazing with anger, ready to tear into me for crossing a line that should never have been touched. I stayed holed up in my room, too scared to face her, too ashamed to go to college. The thought of h...

“I’m telling you, Audrey. She’s acting weird. She’s avoiding me. She barely looks at me. She doesn’t talk. It’s like she’s just not there,” I said as I massaged her feet in her dark nylon stockings. She had cast aside her shoes the moment she stepped inside, and I’d followed her in. It was no wonder her feet hurt when she decided to teach all day in 3-inch heels. Now she was lounging back on the sofa, letting me take care...

I'm Nina. Since Jamie deceived me by using my dating profile to try to have sex with me without my knowledge and by taking advantage of my low vision, my stepson and I have been incredibly uncomfortable around each other. Thank goodness, though, I nabbed him before anything could happen. Even though we agreed to try to move on, it's much easier said than done, and every encounter we have at home simply makes things more a...

My name is Mi, which stands for Mia. I live with my stepson Matt, daughter Leah, and husband Anthony. Anthony and I got married a year ago. Matt has always been a pervert; he enters my room, stands behind the curtain, rubs his cock while I take a naked shower, and observes me as I change. However, I always overlook it since he's a curious teenager and not causing any harm; he's merely looking and perhaps fantasizing about...

I married my second husband, Jim, in 1995. I was forty-two years old. He was the same age. I had no children, but he had a son who just turned eighteen. Frank was still in high school, his final year. Frank was a little strange. He was very shy and quite feminine. He never had a girlfriend. I didn’t much care for him, but I was his stepmother. His real mother was estranged and Frank didn’t spend any time with her. My husb...

The following day, I woke up and didn't know If I should go upstairs or slip out the basement door. After last night, I wasn't sure how things would be between my Stepmom Mary and myself. She was so beautiful and sexy; I wanted so much more of her, but she was my Stepmother. I knew what we did was morally wrong, but honestly, that made the carnal lust we shared that much hotter. I lay there contemplating what to do. I wan...

This story took place long ago on a hot summer Saturday night. But before I start, let me tell you how it began long before that night. My father and mom divorced, and I was living with my father. My dad had started seeing a woman named Mary. She was only thirty-two years old, divorced, and had two very young sons. Mary was a beautiful woman, around five foot four or so. She had short black hair and a great figure. She al...