Dirty Mom Stories Novels & Stories

His voice dark— “Let me do my work… or…?” ⚠️ She went silent. He carefully cleaned her wound. Bandaged it. Gave her medicine. She swallowed it— “Now… can I go?” 😥 But suddenly— Her vision blurred. She collapsed. 😴 Daniel gently laid her down— “Sorry… my baby. You need rest.” 📞 Call. “Yes.” “Sir, the goons are taken to Black Villa. Interrogation started.” Call ended. Daniel looked at her— “They deserve punishment.”

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never seen him, I had spent weeks imagini

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

He stayed inside, grinding slow, pushing it deeper. But he wasn't done. He pulled out, watched his cum leak from my hole, then pushed back in and started fucking me again. Round two. Harder. Filthier. "Look at that sloppy hole," he said, voice rough. "Leaking my cum while I fuck you. Such a dirty boy." "Damien…oh god…" I was oversensitive, every thrust making me shake, but I couldn't stop moaning his name. He edged me this time, slowing down when I got close, keeping me on that edge for what felt like forever while he bred me again. By the time he came the second time, I was a mess, begging, crying out, completely lost in him.

“I can’t live in poverty, Xavier. Your father was right; love can’t pay my debts. I’m sorry, but I’m choosing someone who can secure my future.” Xavier didn’t know that Elara had been sobbing under the crushing weight of a threat. Her father’s gambling debts had forced the girl to sacrifice herself, severing her ties with the "poor" Xavier, only to be sold to a wealthy man. But Elara’s life of luxury had only lasted two years. Her husband was gunned down by mysterious assailants who seized all his assets. Elara returned to her father, working herself to the bone to support the man who remained a drunkard and a gambler.

“Tell me, baby girl. What’s your p**n kink? The dirty shit you watch when you’re alone in your room, fingers buried in that tight little cunt?” My face burned. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but my pussy clenched at her words. “None of your goddamn business.” “Come on,” she whispered, leaning in so her breath tickled my ear. “Be honest with Mommy. Do you like watching girls get dominated? Or maybe you touch yourself thinking about sucking on big, juicy tits like mine? I bet you do. I bet your little clit throbs when you imagine it.”

Samantha's eyes flew to mine, wide, shocked, but she didn't pull away. "Mom—" It came out half sob, half plea. I pinched harder. "Come for him, baby. Let him fill you up. You've earned it." Damien groaned, pace turning punishing. "Fuck— that's it. Both of you. My dirty little family." When he finally pulled out, slow and deliberate, a thick trickle of cum leaked from her stretched hole. Samantha’s head lolled back, gasping for air, face a mess of my arousal and tears and smeared makeup.

Which isn't the truth, of course. "My mom has always obsessed about finding the right woman for me," Hero blurts out without warning. "I think it's in our genes to be like that but I don't see myself doing that to any of my future kids. I mean, my Uncle Rube went through hell because of his father obsessing over the same thing. At least, that's what Mama told "What kind of hell are we talking about here?" The Interviewer checks the very empty restaurant while calculating the distance between their table in the farthest corner of the resto and the serving counter where all the servers were. After he's sure that no one can possibly hear them, he then decides to answer Lyra's question.

“I never met my dad, so I never got to ask him why he didn’t use protection. Anyway, during my sophomore year of high school, my mom's boyfriend took advantage of me. I got pregnant, and my mom kicked me out when the bitch heard that the baby daddy was her boyfriend. I let myself get hit by a car and had a miscarriage, then I went back home.” “Wait… Sorry for interrupting, but what?” he shot back, incredulity written all over his face. “You heard me. I'm sick, I know,” I chuckled and cleared my throat before going on. “My mom broke up with her boyfriend because the dog gave her an STD. Eventually, she started stripping. She wouldn’t give me a dime, and I was desperate for financial independe