Dirty Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Three days after my mom died, the hospital called. "Mr. Carter, your mother has an outstanding balance of $1,873.60. Please come in and pay it as soon as possible." What? I stared at my mom's body. They had to have the wrong person. I'd paid every bill before she was discharged. She was supposed to be cremated and buried today. How could she still owe money? The person on the phone clicked their tongue. "Her family is responsible for the bill! She received treatment, so someone has to pay for it. It's $1,873.60." "Are you sure that's for Winona Carter?" "Yes. Come quickly."

“I am going to keep talking until you tell me to stop. I want you to hear every filthy detail. I want you to feel how wet it makes you while I describe what I plan to do to my son’s wife this week.” My pulse was already racing. He continued. “I have thought about pinning your wrists above your head on this couch. Holding you there while I tell you exactly how I am going to ruin you. I want to hear you struggle to stay quiet at first. Then I want to hear you break. I want those soft little moans to get louder until you are begging. And when you finally come I want to hear you call me Daddy like the dirty girl you have been hiding.” A small sound left my throat. I could not stop it.

"Everybody! Come here and look at the most ungrateful bitch in the world! My daughter, Raven Carter, is nothing short of an ungrateful wench! Look at her! She's not even reacting after seeing her dad in this state! "How could such a heartless, shameless person even be a university student? Our hearts are broken because of her!" She continued wiping her snot and tears from her face as she continued to wail, and the crowd was starting to get furious at me as well. However, I just found everything hilarious. So, Mom resorted to stooping so low and using moral blackmail to force me into taking over the debt that Randall racked up? She could go ahead and continue dreaming, then!

Living with them turned into pure torture. I'd catch Victor's bulge shifting in his sweatpants when he walked past my room, or Jamal shirtless after a workout, his abs flexing and sweat trickling down. My pussy would throb just looking at them . But Mom was happy, so I kept quiet…. Until she left for her work trip that Friday. She flew out early in the morning and Victor said he'd cook dinner, but I lied and told him I had plans with friends. Instead I locked myself in my room, laptop open, scrolling for something filthy.

It is crazy,, a punishing, dirty sound that makes my bare breasts swing wildly beneath my chest. At the same time, Damian pushes his cock deep into my throat, again, forcing me to swallow him, to choke on his size while Mateo drills me from behind. It’s literally ke he’s obsessed with being in my mouth. I am completely pinned, completely dominated by their high demands. My mind entirely gives up. Any lingering trace of my old life, my old name, is completely burned away in the heat of this bedroom. I am a slut for them. I am their toy.

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

Jace felt strangely turned on by Toussaint being all dirty and filthy with words and all he could do was let the moans escape his lips as Toussaint marked every other part of his body. “I’m coming!” Jace screamed as he felt the familiarly strong wave of orgasm hit him. “Fuckk I’m gonna cum!” Toussaint picked the pace once again, his grip tightening on Jace’s shoulder as he pounded into him harder than ever. “Cum for me baby!” Toussaint grunted. An unfamiliar wave of shock and euphoria claimed Jace, stars exploding behind his eyes as he convulsed slightly under Toussaint. A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his ba

My dad stated, placing a plate of hamburgers and chicken on the table. Dinner was enjoyable filled with great conversation and too many embarrassing stories. It seemed like whenever I thought it couldn’t get any worse, my mom or dad pulled out another embarrassing story. It wasn’t any better for Sarah, as most of my embarrassing stories involved her. Surprisingly, many of the stories Tyler had never heard before, so Jake and Tyler had some good laughs. The story of Sarah and I running naked home from going skinny dipping in a neighbor’s pool was not even the most embarrassing story of the night but definitely got a good laugh from everyone.

I knew where they had their spare key, so I just unlocked the door and went in. Wanting to appease them, I started making food, which was what they met me doing when three of them strolled in. I quickly finished up the lasagna and served them, sitting down with my own plate. "Talk," Spencer demanded as soon as my butt met the chair. "Can we finish eat—" "No." "Okay then. Do you all promise not to freak out?" They shared wary glances before nodding. I took a deep breath. "Before my parents died, my dad got involved with some bad people."

No one can fault him for wanting me to get a good job, but he never understood the sense of community here in Eastwood. “That’s all a mother wants, you know.” Mom rubs my back and then goes back to her coffee. “For her children to be happy. Well, within reason. If you said your passion was to be in the adult film industry while selling meth on the side, I might try to persuade you otherwise.” “That can be very lucrative, you know. Though I’d probably need to get a boob job to do well in p**n.” Mom laughs, shaking her head. “It’s good to have you home, honey. I wish it were under different circumstances, but having you here just feels right. Like you’re home.”