I Saw My Mom Naked Novels & Stories

If ripping the orbs from their sockets would eliminate what I saw before me, I'd stick my nails in and gouge them out without a second thought. It was like porn gone wrong. No child should ever see their mother naked and riding a thug on her couch. She straddled his lap, and his hairy thighs spread wide exposed more of him than I cared to see. I stood frozen like a deer in the headlights, watching Ma bounce up and down on a stranger's dick. Her head fell back between her shoulder blades as she ground into him. "Oh yeah, does that feel good?" she cooed without realizing she had an audience.

She was naked underneath the housecoat and she did a slow turn in front of me. "I know I'm not as hard bodied as Roxanna, but I'm not in bad shape. Come on, what could you get for me?" I just sat there and stared at her, stunned by what was happening. I'd never seen my mother naked before and I'd never had an incestuous thought where she was concerned, but the lush body that I was looking at changed all that.

I guess my Mom has some good news for me this morning for her to have decided to come into my room this morning. “Mom, I am coming” I answered strolling out of the bathroom with my half-body-sized towel wrapped around me. I was shocked to see Ava staring and smiling in front of me. I quickly tried to pull down my towel more to cover my nude, shying. Since I became 16 my Mom has always warned me of never letting anyone see my nakedness whether male or female. She said that it is only meant for my mate. “Aren't we past that now, Ava?” She smirks, gazing at my body.

"She's not my mommy. I don't have a mommy." I started screaming. "Please, stop talking about her. Please." "She wet herself. Look." The whole room went dead silent. I went rigid. I stared down at my legs and started yanking at the hem of my muddy dress, trying to cover the dark wet patch. I caught Mama's eyes. She was even angrier than before. I was sobbing. "Mommy, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in." "I am not your mother. And what are you doing carrying that filthy rabbit around? Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"

The day Alexander and I marked each other. They’ve been watching me my whole life. The door opens. I smell them before I see them—eucalyptus and lemon from my dad, peppermint from my mom. And then I see them. They look just like the photos—no older than me now. My mom stops just inside the door, her hands covering her mouth. My dad looks like he’s been punched in the gut. And then— “My baby!” she sobs. I can’t even be mad about being called “baby” at 21. It’s the first time she’s ever said anything to me.

I immediately tugged on Dad’s clothes, looked up, and said in a voice that was innocent yet firm, “Dad, they always show it on TV. When bad people get exposed, they secretly call their accomplices to run away. You have to watch Mom carefully. Don’t let her tip off that man who smells like perfume!” My voice wasn’t loud, but in the deathly quiet yard, it clearly reached everyone’s ears. Dad’s expression darkened completely. He snatched Mary’s phone and stuffed it into his own pocket, his voice icy to the bone. “Let’s move. We’re going to the station.” The group was “invited” into the police station. Waiting for the results felt endlessly long, every second stretched thin. Mary couldn’t sit st

ALEXANDRE Morning stretches over a suspended city. Newspapers pile up on sidewalks, screens scream the same words, the same images: my mother handcuffed, flanked by officers, the face I've always known so self-assured, now broken. I remain here, behind the walls of Lyra's family home, unable to move, unable to understand. My mother, Diane D., arrested at dawn. The scandal finally has a face. I saw her on the videos: the door forced open, her coat thrown over her shoulders, her terrible calm as she descended the steps. No cries, no resistance. Just that calm of those who know the truth will eventually strike.

She did not hide her reaction fast enough, I saw the way her eyes widened and her pupils grew small. She looked like she had seen a ghost, or maybe like she had just remembered a secret she had worked very hard to forget. “You have seen that place before,” I said. It wasn't a question, I could feel the recognition vibrating off her skin like heat. Mama shook her head, but she wouldn't look me in the eye. “No, I have never seen it, I have never been there.” “It did not feel like the other dreams,” I told her. “Not like warnings.”

"His prisoner" I was remembering all Didi shared with me. I could not control my tears. I wish I had answered her questions. Now I'm just lost here. As I continued to remember all, their sex scene got into my head and I could not control my body. I was rubbing on my pussy so good. I need to have him inside of me. Masturbating was not new to me. I and Miles did it a lot when I was in college. We would video call and have online sex. I picked up the phone and looked at some porn websites. I tried hard to make sure I pleased myself well. I heard a knock on my door so I stood up to open. As I did, Andre pushed the door open and pointed a gun straight to my head. He could sense the arousal around