Mature Cuck Novels & Stories

Cindy, a cum-drenched wreck covered in sweat, milk, and drying semen, stood on the platform on shaky legs. “I have a special birthday wish,” she announced breathlessly. The twelve bulls and the guests cheered wildly. “I want all of you to breed me again… flood my married womb with your superior seed. And I want my pathetic cuck to watch every thick drop go inside me, then suck every single one of your big black cocks clean while he fucks his own ass like the desperate, broken bitch he is.” “Cuck, you must smile, thank your masters properly, and make that fluffy tail bounce for everyone.” Laughter and applause filled the room. Mark’s face flushed deep red with shame.

Clifford tried to calm her, saying, "Mom, please, calm down. I'll talk to Larissa. After all, she's representing the Ashfords at the training right now. We shouldn't sever ties completely." … The next day, Clifford went to see Larissa. Larissa was cool, busily reading with Vincent. "Mommy, what does 'cuckoo in the nest' mean?" Vincent asked innocently, pointing at the book. Larissa explained, "Cuckoos like to lay eggs in magpie's nests. Once the cuckoo chicks hatch, they compete for resources and end up pushing the magpie chicks out of the nest to die. "The magpie mother doesn't realize her chicks are dead and naively feeds the cuckoo chicks, raising them with difficulty. When the cuckoo chi

"It makes me so wet when he fucks a younger, hotter woman than me. If I'm lucky, I get to enjoy the sloppy seconds." My jaw dropped at my mother's words. She liked being... cuckolded. Could women even be cuckolded? Was it like being cuckqueened or something? That word just popped into my head. Mom was a cuckqueen. And Noriko worshiped Daddy's cock. She suckled on him with such passion. I had seen one porno. It had been so shocking seeing a woman bobbing her head and sucking on the man's cock. Drool spilled down her chin like with Noriko. I had shut it off, but now...

They're all 19 years old since their hatch day. Lastly and finally, Clutch 3: 8) Hamsika and 9) Ishana. Who are 14 years from their hatch day and still very, very immature." Chaitav rattled away and off his siblings like a strange checklist of rankings. The owls seemed to understand that as well; to them, it did seem like it was an important list of ranking of some sort to the peacocks, but they weren't entirely familiar with the customs. Important enough to an entire culture.

The poster kept criticizing her sister-in-law. [She keeps making my mother-in-law send her care packages from home. Does she think that stuff doesn’t cost money? Sometimes, she even texts her brother in the middle of the night. She’s a grown adult, but she can’t understand that it was not appropriate. How shameless!] I frowned. I had once asked my mother to send me some of our special hometown sausages. Before the package arrived, Naomi called me. The first thing she said was, “Jackie, I have to tell you this because I care about you. You’re really quite thoughtless when it comes to some things. We can barely afford meat at home, but you’re asking Mom to send you so much!”

"Then they throw the original hatchlings out one by one, stealing the entire home for themselves." "Smart girl..." Matteo murmured, his large fingers slowly clamping around my jaw, rubbing his thumb over my full, swollen lips. A sudden wave of intense fascination rippled through his gaze. "Tell me then... while the Cuckoo bird is busy occupying the nest, what do the pretty, innocent little doves do?" I swallowed hard. The friction of his thumb against my lips was already sending a twitch of electric wetness right back into my core. "They sit quietly... waiting for someone to toss them a few breadcrumbs..." I whispered.

"What about?" "When we finish up here," Cyrus formed the long pistol blade, "It's nothing bad, Warren, I promise." Warren formed the pistol blades and let the more experienced soldier lead the way. The necklace grew brighter and hotter. Inside, the rumbling came from a slumbering sasquatch. "How do you want to want to handle this?" Cyrus asked Warren. One look at the matted fur and soft feminine features marked the cryptid as anything but male. "Wake it gently," Warren's whispered echoed and caused the furry humanoid to shift.

he caressed my bottom lip, and leaned in to seal his lips with mine. My heart skipped and raced in my chest from his words but I couldn’t say them back. Luckily for me, his mom appeared in the doorway to tell us the whole of the pack was waiting for us in the woods already. It was a ritual to hold the mating ceremony in the middle of the woods, with the werewolves gathered in a large circle, around the two mates as they howled their vows but in this case, we’d be saying them.

Ethan said to himself with pride, "You have an eye for beauty. I took care of these roses myself. "The best fertilizer was used. Some scum's rotten flesh." I looked at him, my face devoid of any emotion, and said slowly, "I don't just want them dead." Ethan's eyes lit up with delight and he proudly showed off, as if to say, "I understand you." "This is just a small part of the thugs. After they were castrated, we buried them here." With that, Ethan led me to the car and drove us to an underground casino.

My in-laws appeared without warning, and kicked me to ground while I wasn't expecting it. My mother-in-law stepped on my throat and reached down, tugging my hair gleefully. "We've already called the police! We'll get you arrested for committing arson and killing my son!"