Mom Daughter Literotica Novels & Stories

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears. Mom stumbled toward the demo table. "Charlotte... my daughter..." Her fingers trembled as she looked at my withered face. She lifted the white sheet—saw the puncture marks, the wounds across my skin. Her knees buckled. She collapsed. Only with Elayne's help did she manage to stand. She reached out, touched my face, tears pouring. "Charlotte, Mommy's here. Open your eyes, just once. "I still have your mini tarts in the freezer, waiting for you to come home and eat them. Is this a prank? Mommy was wrong—I misunderstood you.

She didn’t want to meet me, but I begged the prison guard for the last visit. “Forget about me, Carys. Take good care of yourself. Don’t end up like me. I’ve made too many mistakes.” Her voice was gruff, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The weight in my chest held me back from saying anything. “You’ll always be my mother,” I said shakily. Mom burst out crying, releasing her innermost emotions. “Be a better person in your next life, Mom. Don’t make the same mistakes again.” She nodded and silently mouthed the words, “I love you”.

Luciana. She was curled up awkwardly against the armrest, a blanket half-draped across her, her hair messy and her breathing soft. In front of her on the coffee table were scattered books, the kind I hadn't expected to ever see in my home: How to Care for Your Baby in the Womb, First-Time Mothers: A Guide, Pregnancy Nutrition and Safety. A small pile, all bent open in the middle as though she'd been trying to absorb them all at once. Beside the books, an empty plate—cookie crumbs the only evidence of what had kept her company while she read.

"Baby, are you home?" No answer. The lock clicked and Damien was there. "Where's Lyra?" I asked immediately. He gave a lazy smirk. "How should I know? When Selene and I returned a few hours ago, she was not there. Perhaps she went in search of her mother who could not even bother to come home. I froze. "What are you talking about? She's eighteen, Damien. She's still a child." Leaning on the doorframe, he crossed his arms. “ like mother, like daughter,” he sneered. You vanish all night and come back like that, and now your daughter is gone. Real mother of the year."

It was filthy and sacred all at once. Afterward, bath time turned into a splash war—Lila in her bubble-filled tub, Dante and I on the floor beside it, him rolling up his sleeves to help wash her curls while I read from her favorite dinosaur book. “And the velociraptor was clever and fast, just like Sage will be,” I narrated, voice soft. Lila’s eyes sparkled. “Or Rowan the strong one, like Daddy!” When she was finally tucked in, dinosaur nightlight casting shadows on the walls, Dante and I lingered in her doorway. She reached for both our hands. “Night, Mommy. Night, Daddy. Love you bigger than a T-Rex.”

She had been in a huge fight with Mom at that time, and she wouldn't stop calling Mom a haughty lunatic. "Just say it if you love one daughter and not the other! What's the point of using drawing lots as a front and gaslighting Belle into thinking it was her fault? If you don't want Belle, then let her come with me! I'll bring her back to my hometown! "If not, then get rid of that damn lottery box, and love both of them equally instead!" Mom had then retorted with a cold laugh, saying, "How I love and treat my children is none of your business. Of course I love both of them!

The youngest giggled nervously, toes sinking slightly as if into mud. “Like Mama,” she said. The middle child shook violently. “No,” he whispered. “Not like her. She stayed with words. It wants more now.” The eye beneath the floor shifted, rolling slowly beneath the wood. Wherever it passed, the hut creaked in pleasure. “Blood ends hunger,” the voice murmured. “Blood makes home.” Memories surged again — not visions this time, but feelings. Lerato’s exhaustion. Her fear. Her love sharpened into desperation. She had bargained for shelter, for safety, for time.

It was soaked and smelled of woman musk. No talk til we closed the doors of Mom's truck. I looked straight ahead as I asked, "How?" Mom started the truck and put it in gear as she answered, "Reddit, incest group. We chatted, no names, of course. It was a mutual fantasy. She has sex with her daughter, and no, there are no pictures." Mom turned and gave me a whimsical smile. I smiled back. I love bad mom.

"She's so pretty. She looks just like you." Jillian completely lost it upon hearing Maisie's words. She gripped the bottle of sulfuric acid tightly and screamed hysterically, "Who gave you permission to call Daddy "honey"? You don't have the right! Shut your mouth! "Who are you? Did Sienna send you to seduce Daddy? I don't want a new mother, Daddy! Tell her to get lost!" The sulfuric acid sloshed around wildly in the bottle. Jillian was teetering on the edge of a meltdown.