Mom Spanking Novels & Stories

It seemed like he treated Sebastian as her real father compared to Nolan. "Do you know how to become a father? Calling a man dad is easy, but when it comes to taking responsibility, can you handle that? Because even my ex-husband failed to become one after running away from his responsibility." Sebastian snicked. "Don't compare me with your ex-husband. Besides, you will not know if you don't try," he challenged. "What's your idea about becoming a father, Sebastian?" "A lot," he answered shortly. Which might also mean he did not know anything at all.

His thick nine-inch shaft, veined and angry, stretched her cunt obscenely on every thrust, pulling out glistening with her arousal before driving back in balls-deep. “Fuck, Mom, your pussy still gets so sloppy for your son’s cock,” Damien growled, his hand cracking down on her ass hard enough to leave a bright red imprint. The sound echoed through the chamber. Victoria moaned like a whore in heat. “Yes, baby! Harder! Mommy’s cunt belongs to you! Use it! Breed your mother again!” Standing to the side, slowly stroking his even thicker ten-inch cock, was my father, Marcus. 48 years old, silver temples, powerful buildings from years of construction work and “private family sessions.” His heavy b

Mike panted, his disbelieving eyes darting from his lap, where is mother's hand was relentlessly pumping his hard meat with longer and faster strokes, to her huge barely covered jugs. "Isn't this better than masturbating on your own, sweetie? Isn't this what you hoped to feel?" "Yes, this is so much better! I love this, Mom, thank you so much!" Julia smiled as she squeezed and fisted and massaged her son's big cock. She loved the hefty, meaty feel of his rigid teenage dick in her hand as she expertly jacked him off. And she loved even more the way her boy was looking at her, devouring her buxom tits with his eyes, staring at them, at her, with pure lust.

I say to him. He smacks me again. This spanking excites me so much I moan loudly. “Yes, daddy again,” I say. He smacks me again and again as I moan loudly for him. “Oh Kendra, you need to learn to behave; what can daddy do to make you behave?” he asks. “Fuck me, daddy,” I say.

He smirks at my boobs watching our son suck greedily. "I'm a tit guy to Liam, he chuckles as I swat at him, your mom got the best race I've ever seen and I love sucking those nipples too",he laughs as I stare at him.

She said gesturing towards uncle who was smiling. So I walked in ask what the matter was, he explained everything to me and I threatened him to make my son stop the so called punishment if he doesn't want to see me get angry. "So you see darling, your dear mate didn't get to complete his punishment all thanks to you" Mom completed her words with a grin on her face. "So.......I'm going to become a dad!!" Mason scream out happily, like he has been waiting for the opportunity to do so. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He repeated continuously.

"I know!" She went beside the child. "So, this is what 'face the wall' means," he said to the child. "Yes, Papa. So that I won't get hit with a slipper." "Does your mom use a slipper to spank you?" "Did I say you could talk to each other? Did I say you could talk?" "No, Mom," both father and son replied. "Oh, I might get bleeding because of you," she complained, waving her hand. "Are you pregnant?" Monte asked.

After a while, he wakes up, and I can see he feels better but with a look of profound pain for how his son ended. “I'm sorry, Mr. Lombardi, it wasn't a good idea to show you that. I think it's best if we don't continue with this alliance.” I stand up, having been crouching, and as I'm about to walk away, he grabs my hand. “No, ma'am, please don't go. Parents must always take care of their children, but when they leave us, it's hard to be who we once were, and I didn't protect my son as I should have.” He lowers his head, and I know he is holding back tears, trying to be strong at all times.

If that’s some weird bedroom thing between her and Ben, I want to remain in the dark about it. Marvel shifts his lips to the side, then shakes his head. “Mommy doesn’t spank me. Dad did it once when she was at work. Mommy does not know. You can’t tell her. It will make her sad.” He furrows his little brows like the thought I could tell his mommy had just occurred to him.

"Liam loves Mommy the most, but why do you and Daddy always shout?" I was momentarily stunned, and before I could respond, Adrian chuckled and ruffled Liam's hair. "Son, Mommy just throws tantrums. Daddy works very hard every day, and Mommy should take care of you and the house, right?" Liam nodded happily. "Daddy works hard, Mommy keeps house. Miss Vivian taught us that family members should help each other." I stared at him, dumbfounded, feeling a deep ache in my heart. Adrian has been coaching him again. The poor little boy doesn’t know the implications of what he has been encouraged to say.