Mom Sends Me Nudes Novels & Stories

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.

I grabbed a nude purse from my closet placing my lipgloss, a peppermint, some cash, three bubble gum which I usually carry and I was done. I came out of the closet and I heard gasps coming from the people in the room. "Wow mommy you look beautiful". Emma was the first to speak. "Oh my world, Liz we did a great job making your momma look good. Anna said with her eyes wide. "Yes, we did. We make a great team don't you think?." Liz said doing the fist bump with her aunt. l looked at Damien. " Mom you look gorgeous, Alex doesn't even know what he's gotten himself into". He said proudly.

"How've Natalie's grades been lately? My daughter keeps talking about how great Fairhaven University is. Natalie should work hard and get in as well. Wouldn't want all that effort from her extra year of studying to go to waste." A flicker of envy crossed Mom's eyes. "If she were even half as accomplished as Emily, I'd be happy." "Ms. Moore, you're so successful. Your daughter's bound to turn out great, too. Don't put yourself down just to compliment me," Emily said with a bright smile. At last, a smile spread across Mom's face. She opened her purse, counted 200 dollars, and handed the money to Emily. "Take it. You're grown up now. Keep some money on you."

"No wonder Linda couldn't hold back. With a daughter like you spouting nonsense all the time, that old woman totally deserved that beating.” "My real mom is flying back from overseas soon. I'm busy planning a top-tier surprise party and a welcome banquet for her. I don't have time for your ridiculous drama." With that, he hung up. On the way to the airport, I scrolled through Nash's social media. There was only one line, written like he thought it was deeply emotional: "The queen is finally returning to her palace. I finally get to show what a devoted son I am." Expressionless, I tapped the like button.

she replied, her voice was shaky. “Boyfriend? Really? You’re still going to deny the fact that you did send a nude picture?” “I sent that particular picture to my boyfriend,” “Then how the fuck did Savannah get her hand on…” I paused. “Savannah?” My mom asked. “Savannah sent you this?” A flash of realization suddenly hit me. “Mom…” She sprang on her feet, wore her jacket in a flash before dashing out of the house.

Then floods back, his cheeks flushing dark red. "I can explain-" "Can you?" I flip to another page. "'Her tits in that white tank top. I could see her nipples through the fabric. I wanted to rip it off and suck them until she begged me to stop. Wanted to fuck her tits and come all over her face and watch her lick it off her lips.'" I tsk. "You've been a very dirty boy, Kane." "Luna, please-" "Please what?" I let the sheet slip, showing him the curve of my breasts. "Please don't tell Mom? Please don't show her that her stepson has been jerking off to her daughter for six months?"

“You caught me, mother.” “Of course, I did!” There was silence and his mother was forced to turn around and face him. It was when he saw the questioning look on her face he decided to speak up.."I'm leaving for the mystic world tonight," he said finally. Before his mother could utter a word, a hoarse voice came into the background. “Don't tell me this is all you end up concluding on after the meeting yesterday, right?” Beta Craig threw his words aggressively as he stood in the doorway sending daggers from his eyes at his son.

Mom had returned for over two weeks, but this was the first time the internet had seen her this ferocious. The livestream chat was exploding with question marks, and someone typed a bewildered comment. "Wait… What did she just say? She's gonna sell Grace and Hope so that her son would have money to marry?" "Am I hearing that right? She wants to sell her own daughters?" Grace froze, clearly questioning if she'd heard correctly as well. "Mom, what are you even saying? She's Hope. She came back to apologize to you."

"You're lying! I didn't steal any presents!" The words had just left my lips when Mom roared, "Claire Peterson!" She stormed toward me until she was standing in front of me. She grabbed my bloody arm and hissed, "How dare you talk back to Amanda and lie in front of everyone? You have utterly humiliated me, allowing everyone to ridicule me! I have no choice but to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." The pain should have been excruciating as Mom dug her fingers into my wounds. But I couldn't feel anything.

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."