Honey Mother Ntr Novels & Stories

The rest of the time, even though Patricia never scolded him, she always spoke to him harshly and Kenzie didn't like that. "I don't want to be here. I want to go with Mommy," Kenzie pleaded with Audrey. Hearing Kenzie refer to Audrey as Mommy, Patricia's eyes widened. She did not accept that the child considered Audrey as his mother. "Kenzie, Audrey is not your mother. I am your mother. So, you have to call me Mommy." She tried to speak very gently to the child. Unlike Audrey, Patricia forced Kenzie to call her Mommy and it increased Kenzie's hatred towards Patricia.

"You've come too far to give up now." His daughter, Mira, zipped from one side of the room to the other, quick and decisive in her movements. She took one of the jars off the top shelf, removed the cap, and put a few drops into a clay pot. She mixed it with a stick made of carved wood while her golden gaze kept darting back to her father.

" I shouted out in shock as I felt my mother's hand on my penis just before I was about to climax. I naively convinced myself that this was the pinnacle of pleasure as my mother performed the most exquisite hand job imaginable. Namratha felt a shudder go through him as he watched his pre-cum drain out. This delighted her. I peered down at her ample tits, which were subtly wriggling in her brassiere. She was clutching her mangalsutra. I thought, in a sick way, that it was a miracle. Given the increasing intensity of our feelings for each other, I should have removed his wad sooner rather than later. The overwhelming desire to come, nevertheless, was difficult for me to resist. The joy that wa

"This is your final hunt, your last chance to reclaim the Hill name. Do not fail the mother who birthed you." Nathan swallowed hard, his throat tightening. "I know this is your retirement-marrow, Mom. I will not squander it. I will invest with the caution of an old wolf. I will ensure you only see the spoils, never the loss." Mrs. Hill’s face lit with a flicker of hope. "My son... to see you find your teeth again is all I desire." Suddenly, her gaze shifted toward the corridor, her brow furrowing as she sensed a lingering, parasitic scent.

She paused to yelp then moaned out, "Your whore honey, I'll be your love and your whore, anything you need me to be...oh yes!" Mom's saying she'd be my whore sent me over the edge. I slammed into her one more time and whipping it out, I began to pump it. Under me, Mom quickly rolled over and grabbing her tits held them up. Leaning over her, I released my cock and with a loud cry, sent a huge spurt of cum splashing across her huge tits. Mom let her tit go and reaching out, grabbed my cock and started pumping it hard. I moaned as she lifted it so the next spurt went into her waiting mouth. Lowering it, Mom continued to pump it, moving it back and forth so that I was hosing both her perfect tit

Grandma asked calmly. “Mother!!! Nunu!!! Stop calling me that!!! I’m nobody’s Mother; my son died a long time ago, and Nunu? That’s not even my name, I’m not Queen Nunu!!” Mother yelled on the verge of tears, “My mama is Roopa!! Queen Roopa! Not Nunu.” Mother hit her chest, “I’m Queen Roopa, not Queen Nunu!” Grandma shook her head with tears in her eyes, “Please don’t.”