Mom Loves To Suck นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mom starts pumping faster, bobbing her head up and down and teasing my balls with her fingertips. "I'm cumming!" I yell as my cock erupts, spewing my heavy load inside her mouth. Mom sucks and slurps my cum, swallowing every drop before letting my cock drop from her lips and taking a deep breath. Lifting my spent cock, she gently sucks the remaining cum from my cock head before moving her body up next to mine. Resting her head on my shoulder, I wrap my arm around her back and we drift off into a blissful sleep.

“Mommy!” “Your mommy is dead, little brat!” The woman spat at her. "I'll only let go of your hair if you show me your father's safe." Jenny got increasingly angry when she saw how loud Hayley’s cries were getting, landing two slaps on her face so she would keep quiet.

Suddenly, I was slapped in the face. Mom was so furious that her chest heaved violently. Her hand was trembling as she pointed at me. "Shut up! I'll end myself right here if you say another word!" With that, she took out a pocket knife that was attached to her key chain and held it against her neck. Melody and Jason were terrified. They wanted to stop her. Melody yelled, "Samantha, do you really have to ruin our family? Mom has always doted on you. Can't you be more considerate?"

Not when they threatened everything. Juliette laughed, sharp and mocking, clapping her hands together. "If your mother hasn't truly done anything, why would she be terrified of ghosts? Look at your dearest mother—she looks like she hasn't had a good night's sleep in three years. Stepmother dear, afraid the ghost under your bed will grab your feet at night? Is that why you’re having sleepless night?" She pointed right at my face, her eyes gleaming.

She walked toward them and demanded, "Where is she? I haven't seen Sabrina once since I walked in. Where is my granddaughter?" Tears suddenly filled Mom's eyes. Her hand shook as she pointed toward the washing machine. "A-A few days ago, Sabrina made Olivia choke on purpose, and I got so mad that I locked her in the washing machine. "Mom... Sabrina went to your house, didn't she? She's just throwing a tantrum and refusing to come back, right? She's just making you say these things because she wants to see us panic, doesn't she?" She grabbed Granny's hand, but Granny shook her off.

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"

Annoyance maybe. “I have to take this.” He stood, grabbing his coffee. “Excuse me.” He walked out, phone to his ear, his voice dropping low as he spoke in what sounded like Italian. The moment he was gone, I exhaled. “He’s wonderful, isn’t he?” Mom said, her eyes bright. “So polite. And handsome! Don’t you think he’s handsome?” I nearly choked on my coffee. “Mom.” “What? I’m just saying. You two are going to be siblings. It’s nice that you’ll have each other.”

I was already wet; I could feel my pussy juice dripping down my clitoral area. He placed his mouth on one of my breasts and sucked it hard while squeezing the other with his left hand. "Ooushh! I have missed you, Conan. Fuck me!" I moaned, pulling his head deeply into my breast. Finally done with my breast, he ran his tongue through my tummy down to my p*ssy and began sucking it while folding my breast with his two hands. "Ouushh. Yeah, like that!" I moaned, wishing he could just slide inside me.

Mom shook her head and staggered backward until her back hit the wall. "This must be special effects makeup… This is a prank… Get up right now, Aurora, and stop messing around! This isn't funny at all!" she bellowed. But her voice had started to crack and tremble with tears. Mom used to be a doctor. Although she had switched careers and become a model, she still had basic medical knowledge. What she had just felt—the way my skin tore away, the texture, the stench—was a dead giveaway of the truth.

" Mom kept talking to herself while tears slid down her face and fell into the oatmeal, sending small ripples across the surface. I guessed she had sensed it somehow. Maybe there really was such a thing as a mother-daughter bond. Her voice was soft, as though she was afraid of waking me. Then, she picked up the bowl of oatmeal, sat in front of me, and took one spoonful at a time. "This oatmeal is really good. Won't you have some with me, Nat?" Her hand trembled as she spoke. In an instant, the bowl and spoon slipped from her grasp and shattered against the floor. Still, I showed no sign of waking. At last, Mom couldn't hold herself together anymore. She buried her face against my shoulder an