Dominant Mommies Novels & Stories

Naina started bragging. Then suddenly she noticed that she spoke too much in a hurry, so she hesitated and said, "Sorry Mam! I spoke too much in a Flow." "Why are you saying sorry? You have praised your tea so much that now I want to drink tea from your hands right now. Will you give it to me?" Seema says lovingly. "And beta! One cup for me too." said Dadi, baring her teeth. "Hmmmm? The doctor has forbidden you to have tea, hasn't it?" Seema said while showing eyes to grandmother and our grandmother just sits there!

Juliette smirked, backing away with that same infuriating grace. "No, you were not. Your words were implying my mother abused a maid!" Katherine fired back. I'd never been so happy to see or hear my daughter's voice. Hearing her defend me like that—it made me feel warm inside, but guilty too. Guilty for all the lies I'd fed her, all the secrets I'd buried. "The maid in question was an omega. She was sick, and my mother did her best to get the best doctor to treat her. Don't you dare accuse her again."

It was my mom's wedding, and she had made me her maid of honor without even asking. My mother was a dominant woman, and believe me when I say she always got what she wanted. That became even more obvious after my dad went to jail for armed robbery. I was only seven years old, and as I grew up, I watched my mom move from one man to the next. We would also move every time she broke up with one of them because she either found someone richer or he broke up with her. That was the routine for my mom and me for all those years.

“You turned my daughter against me?” “I didn’t—” “You had no right,” she hissed. “You’re nothing but—” “Enough,” Kerill said coldly. Monica turned to him, desperate. “She’s manipulating them.” “Stop,” Kerill said again. “Lily made her choice.” “This is unbelievable!” Monica shouted. Lily pressed closer to me. “Mom, stop. Please,” Erica said. Monica finally fell silent. “You should go, Mom,” Erica added. Monica forced a smile. “No. I’m not leaving until you come with me.” She turned to the twins. “Wency, Wyl—come with Mommy.”

I answered before Sebastian could. He nodded at me and set Sevi down in the bathroom. I told him to grab pajamas from the closet. “She was going to fight you, Mommy. Were Grandma and Grandpa defending you? And Daddy too? "You shouldn't have heard any of that, sweetheart." “I don't like that woman, Mommy. She wants to steal Daddy from you." "Don't think about it, okay? You’re still my baby, so you don’t need to worry about those things. Mommy can handle herself.”

Good lord, she practically gushed onto her daughter's face when she saw her husband's cock halfway planted in their baby girl. "OK honey, here's what you're going to do," Dominic said, propping himself up on his hands. His face was beet red. Holding back had to be so hard. Well it serves him right, making me wait like that, Pamela thought. About time he had to deal with a little delayed gratification. "Can you find Mommy's clit?" Dominic asked, "Think about your own. Well, it should be in the same place." "Uh huh," Emily said from between her mother's thighs, "Got it."

We had only been this close for a day, yet he's starting to get clingy. “Didn't you say you had important things to do?” His mom asked, her gaze fixed on him as if trying to figure out what was going through his head. He cleared his throat awkwardly and spoke “They can wait.” “No, you emphasized the importance; you need to go and take care of your pack.” Eve countered. Dominic was speechless for a moment. Not sure how to respond, he didn't expect his mother, who was usually soft, to suddenly become rigid.

Man, it's like clockwork – Mom's on her game already, and the day has barely started. Now, don't get me wrong, my mother, Victoria Blackwood, is an impressive force. A woman of refined elegance and strict principles, she runs our family like a well-oiled machine. As the matriarch of the Blackwood dynasty, she takes her role seriously, making sure I live up to the family's prestigious name. But sometimes, her unwavering pursuit of perfection makes me feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

I say kissing her face all over, tickling her, making her giggle, it's the first time I hear her giggling or even saw her smiling since I got her. "You're natural princess," Ben says, making me smile, I know I'm a dominant, I was born and raised be one, I'm the princess of my species. Growing up, me and Oscar tried to explore our dominance, we were searching for our own pleasures, and we found out that I'm big on being a mommy dom, I adored taking care of someone, having them fully dependent on me, and being paid back with love, unconditional love, and this little thing is perfect. Oscar was the same as me, he's what's called a daddy, although I always wanted to peruse the dream of being a m