Hot Lesbian Mom Novels & Stories

he was about to leave when he saw the girl's eyes were on him, her eyes were captivating and filled with lust, her face so charming as she moaned, Tyler's eyes were on hers too, she's exactly his type, from every angle and part of her body, her voice was to his liking too. He looked at her one more time and left, it was true that she was his type but there was one huge wall blocking the way, and that's she is married to his dad, she is his fucking stepmom, and he doesn't believe in any god but that moment he cursed every god there is in existence, his dick was still hard but he ignored it and went to his room, he undressed and hit the shower, water cascades his body washing away both the bar

My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student. To my parents, I was a good girl with excellent character and academic performance; to my classmates, I was a cold flower that had rejected countless suitors. But no one had seen the rebellious, dark-minded, authentic me behind this innocent face. I had fantasized about being violated more than once. All of this began from that summer vacation… That day, my parents went to the nearby city to deal with something. They planned to be home that night, but when I waited until midnight, I received the news that they would stay there for two days.

“How could you? You were busy watching a latina masturbate.” “Oh, you saw that too?” “Yes, I was here for long to see everything and I must say, that latina woman is immensely blessed. She is thick and juicy.” My mom smacked her tongue in her mouth and turned around, sitting close to me on the couch. I have never had a conversation about sex with my mother and I was so ashamed that she caught me watching p**n. “How was school? Lools like someone is ovulating and extremely horny today.” She pressed her hands on my bare thigh, making me fumble.

Jace kneels between us, his hands roaming my thighs, Mom’s hips, like he’s claiming us both. “Lila, touch her,” he says, and my breath catches. I hesitate, but Mom grabs my hand, guiding it to her breast, her nipple hard under my palm. It’s surreal, taboo, but the heat in her skin mirrors mine, and I squeeze, drawing a moan from her. Jace’s fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, and I gasp, my other hand gripping the couch as he leans in to kiss Mom, their tongues tangling while he works me.