Mom's Nude Novels & Stories

She clearly fell into the river. But there were no rivers or lakes near the Martínez Group at all. Where did mommy go and what happened to her? Todd bit his lip. He was still too weak. He couldn't protect mommy. He needed to grow up quickly, so that... Grow up a bit, so you can stand in front of mommy and little sister to protect them. Haley finished showering and Todd brought the hairdryer to help dry her hair. Angela sat on the nearby carpet playing with a puzzle, while Madam Martínez sat on the balcony sunbathing, creating a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere in the room.

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

His expression was ice-cold, completely emotionless, as if he were watching the weather report instead of… this. On the massive flat-screen TV mounted above the fireplace, explicit footage played in high definition. Selene, her mother, was on her hands and knees in what looked like a dimly lit hotel suite, surrounded by four men. One thrust into her from behind while another gripped her hair, feeding his cock into her mouth. The other two stroked themselves, waiting their turn, laughing and groping her bouncing breasts. The audio was crystal clear: wet slurps, skin slapping, Selene’s muffled moans of “Harder… fuck me harder…” as she pushed back greedily against them.

I said sweetly. Later that evening, while Mom was in the kitchen cleaning up and humming along to music from her phone, I took things further. I sat on the couch next to Marcus, close enough that our thighs touched. I leaned back casually, spreading my legs just a little. The short gown rode up my thighs, revealing that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The cool air kissed my bare, wet pussy as I settled in. I didn’t touch him this time. I just let him look.

Me: "Mom, you slapped me, but I will not hit you...ever. I love you mom. I want you to go thru with this...I want you nude mom, NUDE!! Get those clothes off or they will be torn off and you can leave at the end of the weekend in a rain barrel." Mom quickly stripped, folding the clothes neatly on a chair. She covered her perfect breasts with one hand, and her welcoming furry blonde bush with the other. My clothes were history in seconds, my cock instantly hard as stone. In desperation, mom saw a box of Trojans and removed a foil wrapped condom. Me: "Mom, I don't intend to wear a condom; we will make love bareback. If you want, you can put that one on me. It should look cute."

My sense that this was getting out of control was even stronger, but my whole body felt sensual and turned on. Just when I thought the pressure would explode, he stepped away and clicked a picture. "Oh Mom, you're so hot. Now turn toward me and spread your legs. Put your hands behind your head, and push out your tits. Oh yeah, that's terrific. What a turn on you are. And you really are good at modeling. Okay hump your hips forward, mmmmm, that's it, show me that cameltoe, a little more, oh yeah, there's your slit. Geez you're sexy, Mom. You know what would be neat. How about we shoot some nudes?"

I'm also competitive, and want to see mom get completely naked in front of Susan. It's an intense hand, but I finally call Uno and go out. "I won!" I yell, as mom stands up and pulls her wet thong down her shapely legs. My cock is throbbing inside my jockey shorts and I watch Susan admiring mom's neatly trimmed bush and protruding pussy lips. My mom and my sister are both naked, staring at each other. I notice mom give Susan a slight nod and I'm wondering what it could mean, when they both pounce on me.

ALEXANDRE Morning stretches over a suspended city. Newspapers pile up on sidewalks, screens scream the same words, the same images: my mother handcuffed, flanked by officers, the face I've always known so self-assured, now broken. I remain here, behind the walls of Lyra's family home, unable to move, unable to understand. My mother, Diane D., arrested at dawn. The scandal finally has a face. I saw her on the videos: the door forced open, her coat thrown over her shoulders, her terrible calm as she descended the steps. No cries, no resistance. Just that calm of those who know the truth will eventually strike.

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.

Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings—long, straight, and impossibly alluring. She leaned one hand against the doorframe, her body curving with extreme seduction. I stared, dumbstruck. What in the world was going on? Arielle's mother spoke. "Neil, thanks for taking care of Arielle all this time. That silly girl is a handful—you must've had it hard." I waved my hands quickly. "Not at all, not at all." Then she stuck out her tongue and let out a breathy moan that sent a shiver straight through me.