Madre E Hija Desnudas Novels & Stories

When Arielle's mother saw me drop to my knees, she planted one foot on my face and the other right on my member. It was the ultimate temptation—pure heaven on earth. "You little brat. You're getting lucky. Most people never get this kind of service. If you hadn't looked after my daughter, you'd never enjoy something like this." I was still lost in that pleasure when she mentioned her daughter. My heart skipped a beat. What if we got caught? There was no time to worry about that now, because Arielle's mother had already stripped off every stitch of my clothes.

Few days to my grand arrival to the palace I decided to take a stroll around the mansion for atleast one more time when I saw Theresa and her mother talking in a distance, I wasted no time in hiding myself away from them while I secretly eavesdrop on their conversation. "Mom, he bit her what else can I possibly do about that. It's been confirmed they are both mates." Theresa said to her mother clearly frustrated, I couldn't believe my ears. Weren't they happy I was finally leaving the house and now they want to sabotage my only chance of happiness due to jealousy, I couldn't stand there anymore and listen to their conversation. I stomped off angrily, when I leave this mansion I would make su

My mother sits down slowly, without a word. She grips her cup as one clings to the last solid thing in a collapsing room. Her face unravels—slowly, without tears, like a widening crack. My father steps forward. He reads in turn, lips trembling. He closes his eyes. He says nothing. He cannot. And Alexander... He is there. He stands, next to the armchair, as if hurled into another world. Rigid, pale. His gaze slides over the page, over the photos, over his mother's printed face.

"Oh wow, you're one of those golden blood freaks like my husband. Come look, Harper," Brenda shouted and the woman came out from the vegetation and approached her. Brenda pulled her close and kissed her fully on the mouth. She looked at me and grinned. "You've met my true mate and you're mother knew my father Brian the commander-in-chief of the golden blood project. Shame he's still hiding out, it would have been a fantastic reunion," she cackled and I winced as she lifted me one-handed.

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.