I was eighteen years old when my dad married her. I had just started attending a community college. The first time I met her, my dad and I went to dinner at their house. She came out wearing a white tank top, tight black yoga pants, and long black hair tied in a ponytail. She looked like a porn star. My dad always dated women like that. She hugged me and rubbed my back and we walked into the dining room together. At one p...

Thomas Bean had been smitten by his dad's girlfriend Ashley Anne ever since she came into their lives. She was twenty-four, just eight years older than him, and a professional model. She was fun, bubbly, and seemed to like the teenager a lot. She got along great with Thomas and seemed to absolutely adore his dad, who had been reeling off since his wife left them. Ashley was a tall brunette with a nice firm bust, a slim wa...

To cut a long story short, for this year's pre-Christmas visit with my girlfriend's family we had a scheduling snafu that put me in an awkward position. Due to weather and a late change of plan on the part of my girlfriend and her father, I arrived at the cabin we were staying at a whole day and night before they would eventually arrive... and so did my girlfriend's stepmom As I entered the cabin I was greeted with a semi...

Steve is about as horny as a newly eighteen-year-old could be. He had his blow-out party on Friday. It took him most of Saturday to get rid of the hang-over and recuperate. Dad was a champ to let him have a keg, since everybody “Ubered” to and from the celebration. There were at least thirty of his friends there, almost half and half, guys and ladies. He got the expected ribbing from the dudes and several kisses from the...

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...

The cliché hot stepmom fantasy was real life for Pete. He had just graduated high school and was living at his parents's house, trying to save up money for college. His dad got remarried a couple of months ago to a beautiful woman in her mid-forties. She was very sweet and kind to Pete. He found it awkward to call this bombshell mom, but she insisted, and he became more comfortable with it over time. She always wore skimp...