Lusting For Mom Novels & Stories

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.

In a faint voice, she asked, "If you wanted me, why didn't you just force me to marry you? You could have owned me without all this secrecy. You could have done anything to me if it meant atoning for what I did." Xavier gave a hollow laugh. "That’s exactly where the fantasy lies, Mommy. I want every single day to be a ticking time bomb for you." He patted Elara’s shoulder, then squeezed it hard before turning to leave. "Get some rest, Mommy. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day for you." To be continued...

“But I’m finally clear-headed, and I realize that I was wrong. “Think about the past. When we were in college, I’d wait in line in the snow for half an hour just to get the strawberries you like. “When you needed to work overtime, no matter how late it was, I’d still wait for you at your office. None of that was fake.” She tried to bring up old memories in a clingy but humble tone. “Jonathan, I really love you.” At this, she wiped her eyes and looked completely remorseful. I watched her clumsy performance and instantly felt nauseous. “You treated me well in the past. That’s why I kept backing down every time your mother pulled her dirty tricks. What did that get me?”

Tall, muscular, confident guys in their thirties and forties who clearly knew exactly what my mother was: their personal neighborhood cumslut. The second the front door closed, Mom dropped to her knees in the middle of the living room like the eager whore she was. She was wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already soaked through. “God, I’ve been craving all of you,” she moaned, voice dripping with lust. “Six big cocks for your slutty mommy. Use every hole I have. Don’t be gentle.”

I ask, unable to look away. Lila whistles low under her breath. "That’s the guy the boss was talking about earlier. The heavy hitter." "Heavy hitter?" "Yeah," Lila says, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Word is, he’s looking for something... specific. And he’s willing to pay a fortune for it. We’re talking five figures just for a night." "Five figures?" I repeat, the number hanging in the air like smoke. "For what?" "For satisfaction," Lila says, her eyes gleaming. "The rumor is he’s got a appetite that most women can’t handle. He wants to be fucked, really fucked, but he wants it on his terms. Total control."

His mind had traveled far and near on the kind of lady she was, he explained this to her and she totally understood. They had both agreed on the time they would be leaving, so it was unkind to keep the young lady waiting. ‘Yes!’ Mom, I have a date, Rio said, still looking back, he was using his eyes to search for the gate man. He really needed to go. One could wonder if he read minds given the way he spoke. He knew his mother pretty much , she could be a handful sometimes. She had been on his neck, she wanted him to get a woman more of like a replacement for Sarah, his late wife.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on my shoulders, mingling with the weight of the truth I sought. As I entered the grand foyer of the mansion, I was greeted by the warmth of the crackling fireplace and the comforting scent of wood. Matt's presence immediately enveloped me, drawing me into his arms. His emerald green eyes sparkled with concern as he studied my face, raindrops glistening in my hair. "Hey, babe. You're soaked. What happened?" Matt asked, his deep voice resonating with genuine worry. I sighed, my voice weary as I replied, "You know I've been chasing leads for days, trying to uncover the truth about my parents. It's been... overwhelming."

She wanted to know why I left the party like that. I ignored the message. If I was to tell her why I left the party, I'd have to tell her why I gambled and cheated Rick and his boys. It is something I was ashamed to explain, something no one knows about, except me. I hear my mum's car drive into the mansion. I looked out my window and Alexandra was with them. She still looked pale, unable to walk by herself without mum and her dad's support. I shut the curtains, glaring at my phone on the bed. “Let's make things even.” I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app.

Someone that will do anything for her son. If not, he would never care about a random woman's gaze. He doesn't care if they are beautiful or not. But sincerely, he genuinely appreciates the one staring at him right now. He loves her passion towards her son. She reminds him so much of his mother. He scolds and looks stiff around his mom most times, but that's just to make her reduce her public affection. If he permits the woman, he would treat him like a baby in an open place, which is why he's wearing that facade when they are out on a family outing.

Justin smiled before spitting fire. "Take this opportunity to stare at my face cause you don't get to see this kind of beauty everyday. It's not my fault if I was born beautiful and you're not. Oh and about the rumour that I'm using my face to get what I want? Well that's true. Honey that's the advantage of being beautiful. I doubt you will ever going to understand with that ugly face of yours. And you! Yes you, the one who said I offer my ass to have that Porsche. Well honey you're right. The CEO prefers my tight ass rather than your loose vagina." Justin took a step towards the woman who said that his mother is a whore. He leaned to her ear to give his warning.