Hot Moms In Underwear นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Into fertile wombs. Natalie quivered beside me as her mother swung from the pole. She had her back to the pole and spread her legs wide, the denim hugging her plump pussy lips. She had no panties on. She was clearly shaved. "Shit," I groaned. Her mom slid down it until she lay on the ground. She humped the air at us as she ripped off her pasties. Fat, dark-pink nipples sprang out. They were huge, topping those big, quivering boobs. She rose up, the men throwing dollars at her feet.

Mom licked my clit hungrily between them, her hot tongue flicking fast. After they pumped fresh hot loads into me, they plugged both my holes tight. Thick cum stayed trapped inside, making my belly feel full and heavy. They dressed Mom and me the same: tiny sheer black micro-dresses that showed our nipples clearly and barely covered our asses. Heavy matching collars that said “More Than Blood, Mother & Daughter Breeding Sluts.” Nipple clamps with chains, and fat vibrating plugs controlled by Victor’s phone.

"That's a loser argument, reserved for dumb boys who can't get a woman out of her clothes otherwise." "You're my mom and I love and respect you too much for that," I said readily, meaning it. "Am I to understand you don't want to see your old mom in her underwear?" she teased, smirking again. "I've seen you in a bikini, mom, which was at least as small as any bras and panties you wear, so what's the difference?" I reasoned, trying to sound dutiful. This was a very strange situation, mind. "Fair, but there's something more intimate about seeing someone in their unmentionables, I figure," mom mused.

The panties reeked deliciously of musky vagina and sweet perfume, each pair carrying its own distinct feminine signature. Tate was startled when someone slowly unzipped the entrance to his tent. He frantically crammed the undergarments back into the bag just as his mom slipped inside with a mischievous smile, zipping the flap securely behind her. She wore a pair of snug white long johns that clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin, accentuating every lush curve. “Your father’s already snoring like a chainsaw,” she giggled softly. “At least he’ll scare the bears away.”

Lisa directs me back to the scene in Mom's room. Mom unzips her skirt and wiggles out of it, shaking her tits back and forth, while the skirt falls to the floor. Slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her pantyhose, she pulls them down over her hips. A dark patch of pubic hair is visible through her white thong panties. "She's wearing a thong! Can you believe Mom looks so hot?" Lisa breathes as she rubs her pussy up and down against my finger. She's squirming around and I can't believe how hot she's getting seeing our mom naked.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

It hugs your tits just right. Aurelia slipped into the red dress, the fabric whispering against her skin as it settled over her curves. It was sleeveless, with a deep V-neck that dipped low, and the hem skimmed her thighs, making her legs look miles long. She turned side to side, smoothing her hands over her hips, her blonde waves cascading down her back. At nineteen, her body was lithe yet full—pert breasts straining the material, ass rounding out perfectly. But doubt creased her brow. 'This feels too... exposed. What if Mom's friends are all classy and I'm the slutty bridesmaid?'

I could feel my body recovering some of its strength—stirring slightly, lifting just a bit. Back in my room, I remembered how Arielle had been waiting for me in this very bed every night. Now it was empty. And so was I. I lay down, feeling restless and sour inside. Just then, my doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door. Arielle's mother was standing outside. She wore a black set of sexy lingerie, her slender waist framing a pair of full, heavy breasts. Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings—long, straight, and impossibly alluring.

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

Her eyes were sparkling with wicked delight. Becky giggled immediately. "That's an awesome idea, Mom. C'mon, Tara, help me get our man's underwear off." Tara giggled, beginning to sound more like her ditzy big sister. Chad lifted his ass off the couch so his sisters could pull his briefs down, each pulling from her own side. They pulled them all the way down his legs so he was naked except for his T shirt. "That looks so much more comfortable," their mother said, keeping her fascinated gaze locked on the big, upstanding meat pole between her son's legs.