Hey Mamas Lesbian Novels & Stories

Mom and I both preferred certain p**n companies who specialized in lesbian films, as the females seemed to really get into the true passion of the moment. Of course, since we had come together as lovers and dominatrix/submissive we hadn't really seen the point, other than to get us worked up and give us new ideas. Even the older/younger lesbian and lesbian incest films that we had seen, never really got it right. Both of us had giggled and critiqued scenes both for their storylines and character dynamics. I let out a whimper, as mom's tongue suddenly sent me over the edge and into a shocking orgasm. My body shook and I gripped mom's hand tightly, as she continued to slowly lick deep into my

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

“Why the fuck you homeless?” “My place caught fire… I didn’t know where to go, so I… I just walked,” I said, keeping my gaze fixed ahead. Her lips curled into a slow, exasperated grin. “That’s bad. Real bad. Wait… your mama dead or somethin’?” I raised an eyebrow. “Why would you think that?” “’Cause ain’t no way you out here homeless when you got a Mafia Mama,” she said casually, popping her gum. I scoffed. “Don’t fry me out, Chelsea.”

And yet And yet her pulse still jumped when he entered a room. “Marriage isn’t what I expected,” Emily said softly. Adriana’s hand found hers, warm and delicate. “That’s because your husband isn’t a man, he’s a monster. Men like Jason don’t love, Emily. They consume. They take everything your freedom, your name, your very soul until there’s nothing left.” Emily’s throat tightened. “You don’t know him.”

Father Damon murmured below me, "Let him in.” Father Matthias slowly pushed forward, his massive length popping inside my tight ass with a loud, wet sound. I screamed as he stretched me open, the sensation of being claimed by two men at once overwhelming. Father Damon paused his thrusting, allowing Father Matthias to fully embed himself inside me. Oh god. When Father Matthias was fully seated, his hips flush against my ass, he began to slowly move in and out, his thick length massaging my inner walls. Father Damon started thrusting up into my pussy again, his hands squeezing my tits roughly. "Ride us, Leah," he commanded. "Fuck yourself on our cocks.”

"Chloe?" Chloe smiled shyly, raising her hand. "Hi, good day ma'am." She greeted Emma. "Hello." Emma replied. "Hi, Chloe. This is my mother, Emma. Mum meet Chloe she is my client and Leo's—“ "Ex-wife." Chloe helped her finish the sentence just incase it becomes quite hard to pronounce. The older woman looked taken aback. "I didn't know that happened. You know what? I will stretch my leg for a minute. You both should take your time." She said hurrying out of the room.

she said quietly. Mason’s jaw tensed and his fists clenched at his sides as he turned to his mother. "Look at her, flirting with every guy that walks by. She is such a slut, seducing white he-wolves seems to be the only thing she is good at,” he remarked through clenched teeth. Luna Isabella didn’t reply. She was too busy watching Amber, the wheels in her head already turning. "Take off your clothes, young lady," a crew member ordered, staring at Amber.

“You’re not the Luna. You may be her mother, but I’m the Alpha of this pack. My word outranks yours, and she’ll do as I say. If she wants breakfast, she’ll get breakfast.” Rosa’s eyes lock on mine, furious and unyielding, while Aurora hovers uncertainly in the doorway. I give her a small nod, and she hesitates only a moment before moving past her mother and going to prepare a plate. “We’ll be moving out,” Rosa spits, her voice like poison. “The wonderful Alpha has decided we don’t deserve to live here.”

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

I begged. “Mama,” Anaya rushed up to us, sat on the floor, and murmured, “Mama hurt. Daddy, Mama has a boo-boo.” As I held her, I tucked her beneath my arm. “S-Save her, mi Amore. You two are my entire world. I love you, “Anna murmured, as her hand slipped from mine to the floor. My heart stopped beating. Anaya screamed out to her mother, “Mama... Mama... Mama,” in an attempt to wake her up. My heart was broken.