Madre E Hija Desnudas Novels & Stories

“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?

“She makes my mouth water.” “Mine too,” Manuela cooed as she gently caressed Grace’s thighs. “Her pussy looks delicious.” Marika’s head was spinning. It was the first time she had ever seen her mother fully naked. Her mouth dried up as she kneaded her mother’s jiggling tits meat. “Stop it, Marika!” her mother gasped. “Don’t do this! It’s wrong!” “No it isn’t,” Marika sighed. “I’ll prove it.” She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over her mother’s pussy clits.

" Sonia screams at madre in a desperate attempt to save her dear Desmond as well as her newfound friends. 'what are you doing!?' Desmond screams at Sonia telepathically but she doesn't reply. Madre stares at her for a while and then she stares at Desmond. She snaps her fingers and the front of Desmond's shirt rips showing his bloody cuts and the crowd gasps. She snaps her fingers again and Timothy grunts and falls to the ground holding onto his aching back. Madre snaps her finger again and Dana's sleeves fall off her arms revealing bruises on both her arms adding to the obvious scars on her legs. Madre smiles at Sonia and snaps her fingers but nothing happens to Sonia. Madre suddenly grunts

It was yellowed and had been sealed, but the glue dried over time, and the pictures slid out. They were black and white, and the first few were of my Mom, nude and posed coquettishly on the bed. They were all taken from the same point as if the camera were on a tripod. I gasped at the next one. It was Mom on the bed with Dad next to her. Both posed naked hands on each other's genitals. The following picture was of Dad with her nipple in his mouth and his hand on her other tit.

Anna’s mom stood in the doorway, silk robe hanging open and untied, revealing the full soft curve of her breasts, dark pink nipples already stiff, trimmed blonde hair glistening with arousal above her pussy. She stepped inside calmly, closed the door behind her, turned the lock, and let the robe fall completely to the floor. My heart slammed to a stop and the world tilted as shock hit me like cold water. I froze, every muscle locked and my breath caught in my throat. Daddy’s tongue was still pressed against my clit, fingers still buried deep inside me, and I could not move, could not speak, could only stare wide-eyed at her over the pillow. Lauren. His wife. My best friend’s mom. Standing th

Mary tried to cling to his leg again, only to be kicked away, collapsing onto the cold hospital floor in utter disgrace. “For our son’s sake, leave me a way to live…” She cried hysterically. Her makeup was ruined, and there was not a trace of her former elegance left. My father looked down at her, his eyes devoid of emotion except betrayed fury and revulsion. “A way to live? When you used my son as a pawn and cheated on me, did you ever think about leaving me a way to live?”

He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk. "Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose. "Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered. His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.

The violent shockwave sent both of them tumbling off the bed. The fall pulled painfully at the place where they were stuck together. Blood ran down their thighs in winding streams, staining the white carpet red. "Ah—!" Another heart-wrenching scream echoed through the cabin. The door burst open as several trusted subordinates rushed in with guns raised. "Don Vitale! There's been an expl—" Flashlight beams hit the floor. Every man froze. Before them was the most absurd, scandalous, and bloody scene they had ever witnessed. Their lofty, untouchable Don was completely naked—fused together with the family doctor.

Goddess, she’s beautiful. It seems that my mate is unhappy with how much time it’s taking me to respond to her, because she grabs the back of my neck in one hand and pulls me to her. Our lips crash together, the desire to touch each other, to feel each other’s skin and the moans falling from our skin, is a heady thing. I honestly don’t know how our clothes fall away. It’s almost like it’s magic. One second, my mate is topless and I’m fully dressed, and the next, we’re fully naked.