Hot Mom Moaning Novels & Stories

the mother moaned, clamping her hot and juicy pussy down on my dick. I slammed hard into Mrs. holiday, so ready to fill that pussy going wild on my dick. Her daughter moaned, head tossing as she came close to her own orgasm. Then the girl bucked and squealed out in delight. She climaxed. "This is amazing!" Riley moaned as she came on the vibrator. "Oh, sweetie, I am so glad you came!" the mother moaned, her pussy gripping my cock as I buried it to her. "Because... Yes!"

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

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.

Mom frowned and set some of the things down. “Ray, can you hear me?” Still no reply. Growing impatient, Mom reached the door to push it open. It wasn’t locked, only slightly ajar. She pushed it open wider and peered inside. In an instant, her expression froze.

I've given you too much leeway and you've forgotten your place! "Take a good look in the mirror. Look at how old you've become, how many wrinkles there are on your face. "My father used to bully my mom constantly, so on the day we got married, I swore I would treat you well. But you've only gotten more outrageous, acting like this at your age. You're not fit to be a mother! "Every minute I spend with you makes me sick!" Mom's eyes widened with shock. She seemed unable to utter another word. It was as if her soul had left her body. Then, her body went limp and she crumpled onto the floor.

As I got down into the basement steps, the whimpers and crying got even more louder Someone was definitely crying . Moma sometimes hug me and she does it really tightly sometimes that her eyes turns black and it feels like she wants to squeeze me till I can't breathe anymore. I hate it when moma's eyes turns black because then Dad starts hitting her while she chases him with a knife I got to the main door of the basement, this time it was clear someone was crying I peeped into the small hole, someone was there. Moma took another person . I hear different voices every week and then they stopped for some time

She said in a low voice, "I did go too far this time. Even if it is fake, I still have to go see for myself. "Adrian, behave." Adrian had nothing to say. He could only watch her leave, his face twisted with resentment. I made a face at him, then hurried after Mom. Mom soon got into the car. Her assistant, sitting in the passenger seat, handed her a tablet. On the screen was the video of Dad jumping into the river. "This is... real?" Mom's pupils contracted sharply. It took a long while before she found her voice again, pale and shaking. "It is real."

It made me feel the house was haunted. My hand was already wrapped around the doorknob when I heard something. Moaning. My eyes widened a bit. I should have turned around and left, but curiosity made me open the door a bit. Just a peek. I told myself. Inside, mom was on all fours, face shoved into the mattress, ass high. Step daddy gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and slammed in, balls slapping wet against mom’s clit with every thrust. His cock was thick and long, stretching Mom’s cunt so wide the pink lips clung to him on every pull-back, dripping strings of cream down her thighs.

Mom’s eyes turned sharp as blades as she snapped, “Your kid is the one who’s dead!” The man clearly hadn’t expected that reaction. He froze for a second, then shot back, annoyed, “Who are you cursing?” “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? I only came to ask because it looked like your daughter. I was trying to help.” The moment he said “daughter,” Mom became even more agitated. Usually gentle, she grabbed a chair nearby and was about to storm out to argue with him, but Dad quickly stopped her.

She always used the same sentence. "You're the older brother." With that one line, I had to shoulder so many things no child my age should ever have carried. From then on, I never again knew what Mom's quilt smelled like, or what Mom's arms felt like. "Miles... Miles catches mice... lots of mice... bad child..." Grandpa was confused. He didn't recognize Mom. He only mumbled slowly to himself. Mom stopped looking for me. Instead, she stared at the ruined house with disgust and muttered, "Still as naughty as when he was little. Not quiet and refined like Mason at all.