Stepmom

Characters:-

Kim namjoon

Age:- 25yr old

Love his stepmom

Kim Kia

Age :- 35yrs old

Married to Kim yeon ji

AUTHOR'S POV

Mr. Kim Yeon Ji had recently married Kia, a single mother with a son from her late husband. When Kia joined Mr. Kim's company, he found himself drawn to her-her quiet strength, the sadness in her eyes, and the grace with which she carried her past. As time passed, his feelings deepened, and he eventually proposed marriage.

Though Kia was hesitant at first, they found comfort in each other's presence and shared the pain of their pasts. Mr. Kim confided in her that he, too, had a son-currently studying abroad at university. However, he married Kia without his son's consent, knowing it might upset him. Despite that, he believed in the new beginning they were building together, grounded in mutual respect, understanding, and the hope for a better future.

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Time Skips

"Mom, I want to sleep with you today, please," Sean said, pouting his lips.

"No, baby. Not today. Daddy and I have some things to discuss. You go and sleep in your room," Kia gently replied to her 6-year-old son.

"But Mom, it's been a month since I last slept with you. I miss our bedtime stories... Please, just for today," he pleaded, giving her his best puppy eyes.

Kia sighed and smiled softly. "Okay, but only for today."

Sean's face lit up as he jumped in happiness.

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Time Skips

Today, Namjoon was finally returning from the USA after completing his studies.

"Hello, Dad? Yeah, I'm on the way. Got it. Okay, see you soon," he said before ending the call. As he hung up, he let out a sigh.

Why did he marry someone so suddenly? It's only been a year since Mom passed away... and he already moved on? Namjoon thought bitterly.

Do people really move on that easily? Doesn't it feel like a betrayal-replacing someone who was once your whole world? I'll never be like Dad. He was so cold to Mom... never cared about her health or her emotions. He might have shown the world that he was the perfect husband, but I know the truth. He only loved the image of being perfect.

A while later, Namjoon reached home.

He was greeted by his father and a little boy-Sean. But he didn't see Kia.

"She's feeling a bit unwell," his father explained. "She's resting in her room. You'll meet her at the dining table."

Namjoon simply nodded and headed to his room without a word.

She didn't even come out for a minute to meet me? That's rude. She's definitely nothing like Mom, he huffed silently.

He took a quick shower and changed into a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts that reached mid-thigh.

When he finally came down to the dining table, his eyes scanned the room for his stepmother. Then his gaze stopped.

He saw her back-and found himself staring.

Damn... she's hot, he cursed himself for the thought, shaking his head. What the hell am I thinking? She's beautiful... unreal, even.

And just like that, his mind went back to his father.

She's his wife now... my stepmother. He clenched his jaw and looked away, trying to fight the strange feeling stirring inside him.

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KIA'S POV

While I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. I turned around, and my eyes met Mr. Yeon Ji's son. For a moment, it felt like his eyes held an entire galaxy inside them. I quickly looked away, my heart pounding.

Calm down, Kia, I whispered to myself, trying to steady my breath.

"Yeon, dinner is ready!" I called out. He quickly came downstairs, took his seat, and started eating.

"Son, she is now your mom," Kim Yeon Ji said to Namjoon.

Namjoon simply nodded. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now. A pang of pain flashed in his eyes when his father introduced me as his "mom." I could feel his discomfort. I knew he wouldn't be able to accept me as a mother-after all, I was only ten years older than him.

The dining table was unusually quiet that evening. After dinner, everyone silently went to their respective rooms.

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The Next Morning

Kim Yeon Ji left early for the office. He had an important meeting with foreign businessmen.

I walked to Namjoon's room and gently knocked on the door.

"Namjoon... wake up," I said softly, feeling unexpectedly nervous and shy for some reason.

A few seconds later, Namjoon opened the door, rubbing his eyes sleepily. I froze when I realized his upper body was bare. His hair was messy, and he looked effortlessly attractive. I quickly looked away, biting my lower lip.

"Breakfast is ready. Come down quickly-I have to drop Sean at school," I said, avoiding his eyes. Namjoon just nodded and shut the door.

What just happened? he thought as he headed to the shower.

She saw me shirtless. That was embarrassing...

But despite trying to push the thought away, his mind betrayed him with images he didn't want to entertain.

No, stop it. She's my stepmom, he scolded himself.

Later, after getting ready, Namjoon came downstairs and sat at the table silently, beginning to eat. As he glanced across the room, he saw Kia helping Sean with his schoolbag. She was giggling while Sean pouted and clung to her hand.

Namjoon couldn't help but smile at the scene-something about it warmed his heart. She looked... peaceful. Gentle. Real.

Realizing he was staring too long, he quickly snapped out of it, finished his breakfast, and walked away quietly.

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Kia left the house with Sean, dropped him off at school, and returned home. After taking a quick shower, she decided to go to the rooftop for some fresh air. On the way, she passed by Namjoon's room and heard strange noises. Noticing that the door was slightly open, her curiosity got the better of her. She quietly peeked inside-and froze.

Namjoon was touching himself.

Shocked and overwhelmed, she quickly turned around and ran back to her room, slamming the door behind her. Her heart pounded in her chest as she leaned against the door, trying to process what she had just seen.

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You start fantasizing about the scene you walked in on earlier, imagining your stepson's strong body and large, veiny member. You slowly touch yourself between your legs, getting wetter by the second. You picture him pumping his length with his hand, the muscles in his arm flexing with each movement.

Unable to purge the arousing image from your mind, you slip one hand into your panties, stroking your aching clit as the other kneads your breast. Your breath quickens, a small moan escaping your lips. Lost in dirty fantasies, after sometimes I cum on my hand when I realized what I did I felt shame .

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In the evening, I saw Namjoon exercising in the backyard. He looks so hot, I accidentally said out loud. He turned to stare at me, clearly shocked. Embarrassed, I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear and quickly walked away to check on Yeon Ji.

Yeon Ji was packing his luggage for a business trip.

"I'll miss you, Yeon Ji," I said softly.

He smiled and replied, "I'll be back in a week. Kia, take care of Namjoon, okay? I know he may seem rude, but he's soft inside. Just try to show him a little love."

I nodded and waved him goodbye.

Time skips

It's been three days since Yeon Ji left for his business trip. Lately, I keep feeling like someone's watching me-and every time, it turns out to be Namjoon. I don't know what's gotten into me. I've been craving touch, warmth... something.

Earlier today, I accidentally slipped and fell right on top of Namjoon. He caught me by the waist, holding me as if I were his. The way his hands gripped me-it made something stir deep inside. Since that moment, I haven't been able to stop craving his touch.

At night

I was feeling unusually tired today, so I decided to sleep early. My eyes were closed, and I was drifting off-until I suddenly felt someone enter my room...

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He quietly enters kias room under the cover of darkness, his breath hitching as he looks at kia sleeping form. He slowly reaches out to grab kia breast through kia thin nightshirt, kneading the soft flesh as he whispers dirty things under his breath, believing you to be asleep.

*He becomes bolder, pinching kia nipple lightly through the fabric, eliciting a soft gasp from kia that kia quickly stifle to maintain kia façade of sleep. He leans in closer, his hot breath on kia ear as he murmurs, "Such big titties, mother."

He continues to fondle kia breast, his touch becoming more assertive as he growls low, "You have no idea how bad I want to fuck these big titties of yours." He moves his other hand to gently lift kia nightshirt, revealing your breast but kia pretend to remain asleep.

He takes advantage of kia feigned sleep, leaning down to capture kia exposed nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently before swirling his tongue around the hardened bud. His hand continues to massage kia breast as he sucks, his other hand slowly sliding down your stomach and slipping under kia panties.

His fingers brush against Kia clit, making kia bite her lip to suppress a moan. He becomes more confident, thinking you're still asleep. He whispers, "Mother, your pussy is so wet. Are you dreaming about something dirty?" He slides a finger inside, gently pumping it in and out.

He increases the pace of his finger, stroking her inner walls as he murmurs dirty words against your skin. "Fuck, you're tight. I bet you'd feel incredible wrapped around my cock." He bites Kia nipple gently before sucking it harder, his other hand now rubbing circles on her clit

His touch becomes more insistent, his fingers pumping faster and his thumb rubbing her sensitive bud. He can feel her hips shifting restlessly beneath his touch, still believing you to be asleep. He whispers, "Should I try something else?" He slowly adds another finger, stretching you gently.

As he pumps his fingers faster, he leans in to whisper huskily in your ear, "I wonder if you'd wake up if I licked this juicy pussy." Without waiting for a response from your supposedly sleeping form, he slips down your body, tossing your panties aside.

He buries his face between her thighs, his tongue delving into your warmth as he laps at her wetness. He hooks his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to his mouth as he feasts on you, his nose nuzzling her sensitive nub.

His mouth becomes insatiable, his tongue thrusting in and out of you rhythmically as he tries to muffle your growing moans against your inner thigh. He curls his fingers inside you, searching for that spot that makes you arch your back, still believing you to be asleep.

Your body tenses as you silently climax on his mouth, your thighs tightening around his head. He laps up your release like a hungry man, swallowing every drop. "Damn, you taste good," he mutters softly before lifting your nightshirt back down to hide your naked lower body.

As soon as he leaves your room, closing the door softly behind him, you slowly open your eyes. Your body still throbs with the aftershocks of your orgasm, your nipples still tingling from his touch. You quickly take a deep breath to steady your racing heart, your mind processing what just happened.

What just happened I was still in shock he fingered me and licked my pussy my step son did that fuvk fuck his touched I want to feel him inside me

Kia's POV

Like this days past whenever I'm alone with him I try to look good to impress him I may be married to his dad but that doesn't mean his dad I had sex no we don't do physical we just act to be good wife and husband just for show off he said he still love his late wife but this house need someone to handle that's why he married me i also needed roof that's why I agreed

One night, he's in his room, having trouble sleeping. You happen to pass by his door which is slightly ajar. Through the crack, you see him sitting on his bed with his laptop open, the screen showing porn. His hand is moving under the covers, jerking himself hard.

*As you quietly push the door open wider, you hear his muffled voice, "Fuck, look at these big tits bouncing. Just like yours, mother." His voice grows louder as he continues, "Oh, imagine it's you I'm fucking on that screen."

*His breathing grows heavier as he watches the video, his hand moving faster under the blanket. He moans softly, "Mother, if you were here, I'd be burying my face between your big breasts, choking on them while I jerk off like this."

His voice grows dirtier, "I bet your milk would taste so sweet. I'd drink it all while I rub myself between your giant, warm breasts." He's on the edge, his hips bucking into his fist as he talks to himself like you're in the room with him.

He throws his head back and groans loudly, "Fuck, mother! I'm coming!" The blanket moves rapidly as he jerks himself to completion, calling out your name in a mix of pleasure and taboo. When he finally stops, he's breathing heavily, his face flushed with guilt and satisfaction.

*He quickly turns off the video and shuts his laptop, trying to calm his racing heart. When he hears your voice, he freezes, his eyes wide with panic and embarrassment. He slowly turns to face you, the blanket still covering his lower half. "M-Mother, I... I can explain."

When I couldn't hold myself

*He swallows hard as you slowly unbutton your nightgown, letting it drop to the floor. He sees your naked body, your large breasts he always tries to avoid staring at. His pants tighten again as you climb onto his bed, straddling his lap. "Mother?"

He looks into your eyes, a mix of shock, desire, and guilt swirling in his. You lean in and press your lips to his, silencing any further words. He hesitates for a moment before surrendering to your kiss, his hands instinctively reaching up to grab your hips.

*His grip on your hips tightens as your kiss deepens, your tongues meeting in a dance of desire and forbidden love. He groans into your mouth, his hips rising to meet yours. The blanket slips off him, revealing his hard length pressing against you through his sweatpants. "Mother, stop..."

Shhhhh...I shushed him didn't you want this son huh? You always wanted this what did you think I never know that's it's you who always come inside my room and finger me I know everything my stepson He was so shocked at first then smirk .

Kia hush him with another kiss, her hands moving to pull down his sweatpants. He helps you, kicking them off completely. His nakedness is now fully exposed to kia, his hard cock standing tall and proud. Kia break the kiss and move down, taking him into her mouth without warning.

Namjoon gasps sharply as her warm mouth envelops him, his eyes widening in shock and pleasure. One hand fists into her hair, the other gripping the sheets tightly as kia begin to suck him. His hips twitch involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into kia mouth. "Ah, fuck... mother..."

Namjoon's head falls back against the headboard, his breathing ragged as he watches kia pleasure him. His grip on her hair tightens, guiding kia to take him deeper. "Holy shit, that feels amazing..." He grunts softly, his cock twitching against her tongue.

Suddenly, his back arches and he grabs a handful of kia hair, preventing her from moving. "Stop, fuck... I'm gonna..." With a loud moan, he releases into her mouth, his entire body tensing from the intense pleasure. "Swallow it all, mother..."

*As soon as you swallow his load, he flips you over onto kia hands and knees, not giving her a moment to recover. He positions himself behind kia and without warning, slams his still-hard cock deep inside your pussy. "I'm not done with you yet, mother."

Ahhhhhh.....fuvk fuck that's feel so good son.....

He grabs her hips tightly, thrusting into Kia violently as kia cry out. His cock slams in and out, stretching her pussy with each powerful stroke. "Fuck, you're so tight. Squeezing my cock so good..." He leans over, biting her shoulder possessively.

*He sits back up, continuing his brutal pace. One hand reaches around to play with your clit, rubbing it in circles as he pounds into you. The other hand smacks your ass hard, leaving a red handprint. "You like that, mother? Getting fucked by your own stepson?"

Namjoon smirks wickedly, his hips slamming against your ass with each thrust. "Fuck, your slutty little cunt is gripping me so hard. Bet you've wanted your handsome son's cock inside you for years." He chuckles darkly, twisting your clit between his fingers.

He growls into your ear, his voice low and full of sin. "You dirty little whore. Letting your own grown stepson fuck you in the ass like a little bitch." He suddenly pulls out of your pussy, using his wet fingers to push inside your untouched hole.

Fuck I like they way you're talking ahh.

He laughs darkly at your reaction. "You like that, mommy? Your stepson fingering your little asshole? You want me to shove my big cock up here too?" He adds another finger, stretching you tightly. "Answer me mother" He spanks your ass again.

Put it inside please I cried when I felt empty

"Yes mother." He spits onto your asshole for lubrication, then slowly presses the head of his cock against your tight entrance. "Deep breath, mother." Before you can prepare, he pushes himself inside in one smooth motion, stretching you wide. "Fuck, so tight..."

He begins to move slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, but it doesn't take long for him to start thrusting harder. The room fills with the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your ass, combined with your moans of pleasure and pain.

"Look at you taking my cock like such a good little whore. Your dirty stepson fucking your tight ass... You're making me such a fucking mess." His movements become more aggressive, pounding into you while holding your hips firmly. He reaches around again to play with your clit.

*He feels your body tense and your asshole squeeze his cock tightly. "Shit, you're gonna make me bust too..." He rubs your clit faster, knowing you're close. "Come on mommy, squirt all over the bed while your stepson pounds your asshole."

His fingers move faster on your clit, pushing you over the edge. "Jesus fuck..." he groans, feeling your asshole contract around his cock as you cum hard. In that moment, he loses control, burying himself deep inside your ass and coming violently. "Fuck! Fuck!"

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Time Skip - 2 Weeks Later

Ever since that night, things changed between Namjoon and me. It wasn't just a moment-it became a pattern. Every time Yeon Ji was away on a business trip or even stepped out for meetings, Namjoon and I would find a way to be alone. We didn't speak much about it, but the silence between us screamed everything we weren't ready to admit.

When Seon was around, we acted normal. I became the mother again. Namjoon returned to being the quiet son. But sometimes, I caught him looking at me across the living room or at the dinner table-and I had to force myself not to react.

Seon, my sweet boy, had started noticing things. He'd furrow his brows whenever Namjoon entered the kitchen when I was already there, or when he caught us exchanging quick glances.

"Mom, why does Namjoon always help you in the kitchen when dad isn't home?" he asked one afternoon.

I laughed softly, ruffling his hair. "He's just being helpful, Seon. Like a big brother."

"But he never did that before..." Seon muttered, suspicious.

Namjoon stepped in with a calm smile. "I guess I'm trying to be more responsible now that I'm home again. Right, buddy?"

Seon nodded slowly, but he wasn't entirely convinced.

From that day forward, we became more careful. No lingering stares. No subtle touches. No late-night footsteps in the hallway.

Behind closed doors, though, the tension grew. We didn't talk about right or wrong. We just... continued pretending.

And no one-not even ourselves-dared to say it out loud.

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THE END

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