Horny Mom Novels & Stories

I tried to say something. “Honey, has anyone asked you about your dare when you touched me first?” I looked at the door. It’s my mum. My mother was tall and had brown eyes, black hair. She’s an attractive woman and also the top warrior of the River-stone pack. My father turned to look at her and all of his anger was gone. She walks elegantly towards her mate. She was made to be Luna. Heavily pregnant, the baby’s glow was all over her face.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

How could I deny her? "God mom, you're so fucking hot!" I worshipped, pulling off my shorts, showing mom my heavy, throbbing meat at her torrid request. I squeezed my shaft and pointed it toward the camera, a sheen of precum smeared on my helmet. "Mmmn," mom purred, biting her lip. "I love it! Such a tasty looking cock! If only I'd known sooner!" Mom toyed with her swollen tits and protruding nipples, slipping her tongue out at me like a prostitute at a potential John. I was in lust with mom. "Stroke it for me, babe. I want you to masturbate to mommy until you cum all over!" I wouldn't dare cum and end this before I saw mom's pussy.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Charlene? Are you okay?” It was Manang Dores’ voice. She opened the door and immediately hugged the older woman, still trembling. “My God, Charlene. Are you okay?” she asked anxiously. “Manang… why are they like this?” Charlene asked through tears. Manang Dores sat her down and gave her some water before speaking. “Ever since their mother left them with Kerill, the children have been like this. Angry, very angry. They feel unloved. Monica left them, and Kerill always brings a new woman here.”

Mom is eating Lilly furiously, rubbing her thumb across Lilly's clit and rubbing her own clit with her other hand, while I slam my hard cock in and out of her ass. "I'm cumming, Collins. Don't stop. I'm going to cum so hard!" Mom is rubbing her clit and slamming her ass back against my cock, while I'm hammering her as hard as I can. "Me too, Mom! That's perfect. Just what you're doing there! Oh god, I'm cumming!" Lilly yells just as I shoot my second load of cum inside my mother, this one deep inside her ass. Lilly is holding Mom's face tightly against her pussy, while I'm jerking violently in her asshole. I feel Mom shudder then relax as her own orgasm rolls over her. We sort of fell in a h

I forced myself to sleep, knowing that tomorrow I would face whatever new challenges I might encounter. I don't know how many hours I slept but I suddenly woke up due to a loud knocking from outside the door. Feeling drowsy, I reluctantly got up to open the door, as the person outside was almost breaking it with the force of their knocking. As I opened the door, my eyes widened when I saw the angry face of Grandma Emilia, accompanied by Dustin and Girlie. I was about to speak and explain, but Grandma Emilia slapped me hard.

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

Her expression shifted from irritation to shock, and then finally to something twisted. She suddenly grabbed my chin and stared at me. Once she realized my face was actually healing, I twisted the knife. "Mom, what's happening to your face? You look so much older than when I left. Maybe you should see a doctor." Mom went deathly pale. She let out a piercing scream, clapped her hands over her ears, and bolted for her room. The door slammed with a deafening bang. I knew then that my plan was working perfectly.

I explained in a small voice. "Miscounted?" Mom spat, interrupting me. "You're the only one who didn't get anything. She was probably annoyed that you were trying to get one. Why must you be so greedy? You're so embarrassing! Will you only be satisfied when everyone ridicules me for raising such a greedy daughter?" A wave of stress crashed into me. I dug my nails into my arms and scratched myself until my skin turned raw and bloody. However, I didn't feel even an ounce of comfort.