Dirty Mom Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

CHAPTER 2: COVERED IN DADDY'S CUM LAURA I’d lost count of how many times I’d come. My body was a traitor, clenching around the plugs, milking them as they fucked me senseless. Each orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking, sobbing, but they kept coming, one after another, until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

The Blackwood brothers had unraveled me completely, and in the process, they had revealed parts of themselves I never expected to see. Damien, the unyielding leader, showed me his late-night sketches of buildings that weren’t just profit machines but homes that could heal communities. Marcus revealed the artist beneath the tattoos, painting delicate watercolors of the city skyline while I lay naked across his studio couch. Kai, with his playful grin, shared stories of their rough childhood on the streets before they built their empire, his vulnerability making the way he fucked me against the kitchen counter feel almost sacred.

The egg pressed perfectly against my most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through me. “Daddy… it’s really strong,” I whispered so quietly only he could hear. He smiled calmly at the movie and turned it higher. “You’re going to describe exactly how it feels. Right now.” I swallowed hard. “It’s rubbing my g-spot so perfectly. My pussy keeps clenching around it. I’m getting so wet, Daddy. I’m scared I’ll soak the couch.” Mia laughed at something on screen. “This movie is crazy, right Harper?”

Eli started moving, slow at first, dragging out until just the head stretched my entrance, then SLAMMING back in, SCHLOP-SCHLOP-SCHLOP, wet, obscene, the table creaking under us like it might collapse. Gravy sloshed with every thrust, splattering my tits, mixing with Mom’s juices as she rode my face harder. “Fuck her raw,” Mom panted, fingers tangling in my hair, yanking. “Fill that womb. Give me a grandchild.” I was lost. My body a ragdoll between them, Eli’s cock pummeling my cunt, stretching me wider with every brutal thrust, Dad’s bulging my throat until I couldn’t breathe, Mom’s pussy drowning me in slick, her ass grinding back against my chin.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

“Keep going. Edge for me. Right to the brink. Then hold it.” I was shaking now. Thighs trembling, breath shallow. My clit was so sensitive every circle felt like fire. My pussy clenched around my fingers, greedy, dripping down my wrist. The wet sounds were faint but obscene under the blanket—slick, rhythmic, impossible to ignore if anyone got closer. Mom yawned. “I think we’re calling it. Bedtime.” Dad clicked the TV off. The room plunged into dim lamp light. They stood. Mom kissed my forehead. “Get some rest, sweetie.”

**Story 1: Daddy’s Little Secret** The next morning Mom left for work before the sun was fully up. She kissed Marcus on the cheek and told me to behave. The door closed and the house became ours. No one to hide from. No one to pretend for. Marcus did not even wait for her car to leave the street. He grabbed me right in the living room and ripped my clothes off. My tank top tore at the shoulder. My shorts flew across the floor. He pushed me onto the big couch on my back and spread my legs so wide it almost hurt.

you are permitted and can ask them He nodded slowly. “Yeah.” “Ask.” He took a breath. “Why?” She didn’t flinch, she just leaned back against the cushions, looked at the ceiling for a second. “Simple answer? Money.” He waited. She exhaled. “My mom got sick when I was eighteen, she had cancer, it went real bad, bills were coming in faster than we could pay. I was working two jobs, at a café in the day, and at a bar at night and still we were drowning in debt. Someone offered me $500 for just lingerie photos. I said yes because we needed to eat. Then they offered more for videos. I said yes again. And again. And again.”

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

Screaming I closed the door to my room. I waited there in silence. Crying and trembling. What if mommy dies? ”Mommy?!” I whispered from under my covers when somebody entered my room. The smoke made it hard to breathe and the screams of different creatures were so loud like they were next to me. Mommy always told me that, good girls don’t cry. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I want my mommy. I uncovered my face and there was a male. Showing his sharp teeth he approached my bed with a sword in his hands, raising it over my head. But something came out of his chest. A sword. And when he fell I saw mommy. She ran over to me. Soothing my panicked state.