Mom's Nude Novels & Stories

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.

We are both completely naked, fucking in our backyard and spying on our mom, as she fingers herself. Mom is now lying on the bed on her back, with her knees pulled up, pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her other hand is still pinching her tits and pulling at her nipples. When she stretches her nipples out, they're over an inch long, making her tits look like long, cylindrical cones, rising out of her chest. Suddenly Mom starts bucking against her hand, lifting her ass off the bed. She lets go of her tit and starts rubbing her clit, while still shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy. "This is amazing, Collins!" Lily whispers, breathing hard. "She's cumming and I'm about to cum

She continued revealing more scandals and blowing them up so she could accuse me of having inappropriate relations. Even my time at the hospital was spun as going for an abortion to get rid of someone's b*stard child. She claimed I used her as an excuse to be admitted to the hospital legitimately. Insults and curses were thrown at me. The moment I stepped out the door, camera lenses would follow me, even when I was taking a walk in my own home garden. My mother grew anxious for me, and she went to visit Ruby in prison. She wanted Ruby to stop on account of the fact that the Hendersons had once been kind to her.

"Impossible. There's no such thing as enjoying this too much." Lucian shook his head, but I caught the hint of amusement in his eyes. "You're a cruel woman, Juliette Thornwood." "I learned from the best." I settled back in my chair, still smiling. "Now. What are these conditions you mentioned? Please tell me at least one of them involves him calling me Mother in public." "That can be arranged." "Perfect." I sighed contentedly. "Absolutely perfect."

My feet moved on their own, carrying me down the hallway until I reached the corner where I could peek into the living room without being seen. The sight hit me like a punch to the chest. Mom was bent over the back of our big leather couch, completely naked. Her big tits hung heavy and swinging, nipples hard as diamonds. Her ass was pushed up high, legs spread wide, and a tall, muscular guy in his thirties — someone I didn’t recognize — was pounding into her from behind like he was trying to break her. His thick, veiny cock, easily eight inches and glistening with her juices, slammed into her soaked pussy over and over with loud, wet slapping sounds.

He innocently said making me and Zafer almost choke on the drink. “C-Clyde, what are you saying!” I whisper to him, why does he have to say it? I can feel it too, but I keep shut my mouth to keep the surrounding at ease. Just why did Clyde run his mouth like that, gosh… He leans closer to Clyde and said, “Well, your mom is gorgeous, isn’t it?” while his eyes are looking at me, I can’t help but avoid it and look down at my plate. To my surprise, Clyde also leans toward him with a smile, “she is! Your eyes are good mister, I always say that to mom but she denies it all the time.” He looks at me as if I did something wrong.

Then she adds, “But this first time? I’m going to take you hard and fast, so your body knows exactly who it belongs to. Now get on the bed and spread your legs.” Shit. There’s my Mommy. “Yes, ma’am,” I whimper, scrambling onto the bed. By the time I’m settled, she’s naked. No barriers between us. Her scent—mingled with mine—is dizzying. I can see the glistening of her slick between her thighs and it makes something deep in me clench and release. “Toys?” she asks. “Box on the dresser,” I say, breathless. She walks over, laughs when she sees the brand. “Joyboxx? Seriously?”

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m