Mae Whitman Nude Novels & Stories

I pushed through the underbrush expecting to find that juvenile moose standing knee deep in the water. I was shocked into silence when I saw the woman, perfectly naked, pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. I had been thinking of her so much for the last few days that it almost seemed like I had manifested her from my thoughts. Not that I was thinking of her naked. But now that I had seen her, those full, natural breasts with dusky nipples pebbled with the cold, rounded hips and thick thighs, a hint of dark curls at the juncture- well it was now thoroughly etched into my memory.

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View. Marcus turned on all the bright ceiling lights, flooding the room with harsh, unforgiving illumination. There was nowhere to hide. Every inch of my body; my cum-covered face, my red slapped tits and my dripping pussy was now completely exposed under the bright lights. This is really happening, I thought, my heart pounding wildly. They're going to record everything. Everyone will see me like this; naked, covered in cum, getting fucked like a whore.

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.

My eyes opened. I was lying on the love seat on the Whitmore rooftop terrace, wrapped in a blanket, completely naked, with Adrian Whitmore's body curved around mine. His arm was heavy across my waist. His chest rose and fell against my back. His legs were tangled with mine beneath the blanket, and I could feel every point of contact between his bare skin and my bare skin with a clarity that made my stomach drop.

And I’ll take you with me so you won’t get bored. So rest first and I’ll call you later if we were already eating. “chow cousin beauty rest ok? Mae said. And that night I was very happy, I temporarily forgot what happened to me in the City. Until one day I saw a tall and a handsome man who was naked, and not wearing any shirt that caught my attention. I can see his six pack abs and his body is dripping wet, I can’t take my eyes on him. “ So delicious “ I told to myself”.

Mae scolded with her hands already down her panties,since she was topless it was easier for her to also administer touches to her nipples,her core pulsed as she felt patches of wetness of her thighs. "How bad do you want me baby?" Mathew asked as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. "Bad!" Mae said, swallowing her saliva.

I should’ve hauled her in here and asked why she was storing such obscenity on her work laptop, fighting the urge to bend her over my desk and spank her tight little ass for her cheekiness. I should’ve done anything other than read that file from top to bottom until my fist finally wandered down enough to loosen my belt and slip inside. Mae wasn’t just a filthy little bitch, she was also a talented one. The words flowed from the page like magic, fluid and provocative and horny as all living fuck.

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.

“You are.” What should have been yet another moment to celebrate was quickly cut short when Mae and Jenna barged into our room. Mae’s eyes narrowed, her cheeks fuming, while Jenna… well, Jenna was as expressive as a blank canvas. Mae shut the door behind her and Jenna, clearly not bothered by mine and my mate’s nudity, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it was either of us could have done now that made her so mad. These were one of the best days of our entire lives!

The woman he was cheating on me with had her conversation sitting at the top, proudly displayed as if she was his queen. I tapped it. The chat opened. My eyes darted quickly to the most recent messages. What I saw next made sweat pour from my skin like I was trapped inside an oven. She had sent him nude pictures. There she was, on a kitchen counter, completely naked. She opened her legs wide to the camera. One finger in her mouth, the other deep in her vagina. Bold. Shameless. Another picture showed her bare buttocks turned to the camera. And beneath it, Abraham had commented.