Mom Spanking Novels & Stories

He just grinned and snatched them away, then took a step back to regard me. “Don’t act like you don’t want this” he said with a smirk “we both know this has been a long time coming, Monica. You lack discipline, and yet you crave it! You need an older man, a father figure to straighten you out. You need to be spanked, Monica. You need to be spanked like the naughty little girl you are.”

Now, this live broadcast of my worst fear knocked the sense out of my head. I grabbed that MF’s collar and thrashed him to the nearby wall, his frankness of touching my omega fumed me, “Don’t mistake my leniency for weakness, rascal. I can kick you out despite my dad’s prior order.” That asshole simply cleaned the corner of his bloodied lips, laughing in response. “I don’t need anyone’s permission to take responsibility for my son. FYI, we are a couple expecting our first kid. You should respect our privacy, King Maddox.”

"Good boy. Using your safe word. Communicating. Daddy's proud of you." He held Ethan while he recovered, stroking his hair, murmuring praise. "You did so well. Pushed yourself. Let me know when it was too much. Perfect." "Can I come now, Daddy?" "Soon. One more thing to try first." Marcus positioned Ethan on his hands and knees, ass up. He lubed his fingers thoroughly, pressed three inside easily. "Gonna try something called prostate milking. Going to make you come without touching your cock. Just from stimulating your prostate. Ever heard of it?"

My father complained. "Ouch! What the heck love!" Mommy slaps daddy's shoulder. "Who are you to tell my child to calm down. Honestly? You are much more worse than him on our wedding." Mommy scolded. Daddy raised his eyebrow and scoffs. "No I'm not." "Yes you fucking are." Uncle Blake said.

Damon is always horny around Keatton. “Ohhhhh. Da-Daddy,” with eyes closed, Keatton looked heavenwards as his mouth gaped open in satisfaction. Damon’s hand cupped the ass cheek of his son and gently kneaded it. According to Damon, this is how his morning should start and that this will also be his energizer. Damon wanted to be a kid around Keatton. He wanted for a hundred percent of Keatton’s attention.

Jimmy is literally now slamming his aching cock as hard as he can up and in between his mother's tits. He is squeezing them together forming a tight tunnel of lovely tit flesh that feels absolutely exquisite. Lini thrusts her chest up towards her son's huge cock (from her angle lying flat on the bed, looking down at it, it indeed looks to be huge) trying her best to induce him to cum as she once more pleads for him to do so... "Come on sweetie fuck them harder and cum for your Mommy... please honey... pleeaasse... fuck them... that's it... ah-huh... yeah fuck them sweetheart... good boy... goooo...

My papa shouted angrily. "Really? How can you kill me? I'm just asking for that little thing. Why can't you give it to me?" The man that papa called Roman said smirking. Papa shook his head, an indication that he would not give them what they were asking or looking for. Roman punched papa in the stomach, after a while he stopped and walked towards mama's direction. Roman tweak my mama's hair and violently laid her on the sofa bed.

These damn idiots. "Oh my goddess!" Sophia's mother ran into their living room. "Stop it! Stop it right now before I locked you all in the basement with no food for a month." The little woman began smacking them upside the head. Barry turned and growled at him mom, but quickly bowed his head. "Mom!" "Don't mom me!" She smacked him upside the head again. "And you! Is this what you think being a father is? You should be ashamed of yourself." She smacked her husband upside the head.

“Aren’t we paying for your mistakes of thirty-six years ago? You failed to use a condom, and now, here we are, Papa.” Rage twisted Papa’s features. His hand came again for his son’s face, but Maksim was faster. He grabbed his father’s wrist before it connected with his cheek, forcing down his hand until the old man winced. “Once is enough, Papa,” Maksim stated. Both of them breathed harshly, the sound piercing through the quiet. His father’s amber eyes locked onto his. He had never been one to stand down, and today was no different. “And today will be the last time you raise your hand against me.”

Colton said in a challenging manner. "You-"Dominic raised his hand once again but this time Chase held his hand. I gasped in shock. "No, Uncle Dom, you can not beat my Daddy. He is behaving nicely but you are rude to him." Chase glared him. Shock flashed on Colton's face before it broke into a broad victorious smile. He kissed Chase all over the face while Dominic looked flabbergasted after what just happened. A child taught him a lesson. "You're my Daddy, Batman!" Chase hugged him tightly who embraced his son back. I couldn't miss the tears which escaped his closed eyes.