Madre E Hija Desnudas Novels & Stories

“Everything.” She doesn't even pause. Her hands move, fingers trembling as she unbuttons her blouse, peeling it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her skirt goes next, pooling at her feet, and then her bra, her underwear. Every barrier falls away until she stands before me completely bare, the soft light painting her body in gold and shadow. My chest aches at the sight of her, so vulnerable and brave, her wolf thrumming in the air between us.

I waved to the formation on the floor, “I have already done all the preparations.” Her jaws clenched and her piercing gaze bore into mine, “You know that there is no point lying to me right? I know both of you like the back of my hand.” She took a step towards me, her gait menacing, “I think I will use the seven curse of needles…” “Mom, it is time for the ritual… You can scold Ora later,” Zaviana interrupted mother before she could complete her sentence. My mother’s eyes remained narrowed for a good minute before she walked to the center of the array.

Dear sweet mother of pearl. He's a freaking god. A moan from the television is the only thing that could tear my eyes away from that hard body. I glance up at the flat screen, and my heart just about stops when I realize what's he's watching. There are two naked women on the screen, and one's straddling the other, her hands roaming over her partner's breasts.

She slipped the spaghetti straps of her sheer lingerie off of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Fuck. My mother stood topless in front of me. Her gorgeous gravity-defying double D's were so firm, her nipples so erect and prominent, oh how I longed to bury my face, slide my cock inside that gorgeous flesh, to wrap my tongue around those nipples, squeeze them nice and firm, feel her heat as I apply pressure with more and more lust, having her wrap her arms around my head, pulling me deep into her bare cleavage, holding me there, tight, her grip unbreakable, begging me to suck and cum, suck and cum...

“I knew you were low. I didn’t think you were this low. Using your own daughter to turn me against Benita?” He shook his head, his voice ugly. “You don’t deserve to be Isa’s mother.” Mommy turned her back to him, and I saw her wipe the blood off her mouth with the handkerchief. Then, slowly, she turned around. Her face was different than before. Other times when they fought, Mommy would get furious, so angry her eyes went red. Now it was as if nothing had happened at all. She just looked at him, quiet. Daddy paused, and he seemed uneasy. It took him a while before he said, “Don’t make the same mistake again.”

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.

The toilet was empty. "There's no…" I stopped. The towel slipped from Zia Giulia, forcing a disturbing image to my face. I slammed my eyes shut with my palms. Shaking. "Vincenzo," she called, her voice strange. I shook my head. No, no. Madre would kill me. She'd skin me alive. "Look up here, now." No. I continued with the mantra. Madre would definitely deal with me. I'd seen a person naked. I'd seen Zia Giulia—

There were five pictures. One was mother wearing just her bra and panties. She looked very sexy. As I was looking at the pictures I realized these were taken when she was about the same age I am now. I looked like my mother. I don't mean just a little. If you took and picture of me and compared to a picture of her, no one could be able to tell us apart. Same face, hair and even build. Exactly, another picture showed her in a white bra, garter belt with white hose. She was wearing high heels. The third picture was her lying on a bed naked. When I looked at the next picture I couldn't believe my eyes. There was dad totally naked. I could see everything. His dick was huge. Now. I've been with t

“Please, Mom… I need you.” Poonam released him, stepping back to let her sari fall to the floor. She unclasped her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill free, her dark nipples already hard with arousal. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she shimmied out of them, baring herself completely to her son’s hungry gaze. “Come and get it, beta,” she purred, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs, revealing her slick, swollen pussy. “Come and claim what’s yours.”

Mom sat completely nude on the desk with a tall muscular man with a bold tattoo of a dragon on his back wedged between her widely parted legs. His hand had her blonde hair tightly clenched in a death grip, his hips powerfully plummeting into her like a hurricane. "Teo," Mom moaned breathlessly in a pant, her fingernails digging into his back. What the hell was going on?