Madre E Hija Desnudas Novels & Stories

Denae glanced at the man she had loved for years, tears in her eyes as he rammed into her. Her body was pressed against the cold walls; naked, bare to the eyes of the darkness that surrounded them. Out of all the ways she thought doom would reign over her life, this wasn’t apart of them…this was far worst. A father and a son…they both were alike, but despite loving this boy, he was worse. The mate bond between them seemed to mean nothing to him, but then again, why should it mean something?

"She calmly said, and the naked people eyes widened. Her mother, close her self with her hands. Freya you can't do that, you Can't order us to have sex here with you."her mother yelled, then Freya smile. How about the media watch you and also save your nudes pictures for editing momma."she yelled back. The naked man just stay dumbfounded. He has a happy family waiting for him, which he won't want them to see any of this. He looks up at Freya and she smiles politely at him.

She stepped out of it, now standing only in her bra and matching panties. With a playful smile, Jyoti hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down her legs, revealing her womanhood to Gloria and Sonia. The air in the room grew charged with electricity as she stood there, completely naked, mirroring their vulnerability. Jyoti's body was a canvas of desire, her curves and contours inviting exploration. Her skin shimmered with anticipation, and her eyes sparkled with excitement and vulnerability. She took a deep breath, savouring the moment, before joining Gloria and Sonia, ready to embrace the pleasures that awaited them.

The altar was intricately carved with writhing naked bodies locked in eternal obscene acts of fucking and breeding. At the very center of the circle stood my own stepfather Marcus. He was tall and powerfully muscular at forty eight years old with his thick cock already straining hard and bulging obscenely against the front of his open black robe. Right beside him was my mother Elena standing completely naked. Her belly was slightly swollen from recent fucking and thick globs of fresh cum slowly dripped down her inner thighs from an earlier blessing as she smiled at me with lust filled eyes that showed no trace of shame.

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't seen my mother naked since I was a little girl and I didn't really remember what she looked like. But there she stood, red hair like mine, but she kept it short. She had the same full breasts and I could also see that her pussy was shaved. I could actually see the pink line separating her pussy lips from where I was. I watched as my mother took a bow as everyone applauded again. Then she was helped down off the platform and she walked over to the bench.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

I try to tell myself to ignore it, to just keep walking and get down the stairs, but my body doesn't listen. I move down the hallway, but as I pass her door, I see it’s half-open. I curse under my breath, but it’s too late to look away. My eyes catch the two naked bodies on her bed. My mother is on all fours, her back arched, and a man is behind her, his hands gripping her waist tight. He’s thrusting into her from behind, and my mother is moaning shamelessly into the pillows.

"Doesn't that mean something to you?" "Like what; the moon Goddess rejects?" I laughed at that especially when Favi tried so hard not to find it funny even when her face was red from holding in her laugh. "At least rejects should stick together. Wouldn't it be fun if you two were each other's mate?" My heart skipped a beat. "Oh Favi," I palmed my head with a smile that was too wide to be normal. "Just how much do you hate your mother?" She erupted in laughter as she understood the joke. Her mother would literally eat her own head if I had anything to do with her son.

It was Mom. My brain was fried from the revelation. I got out of the room, my expression ashen. My fingers dug into my flesh from clenching hard. Mom got into Bryan’s pants. What was Bryan trying to pull? He invited me over, but he ended up together with Mom. I could only assume that Bryan wanted me to walk into him. The suggestive noises from the room were triggering, playing up my nerves. Did Bryan seduce Mom? Why did he hit on me, too, then?