Mom Spanking Novels & Stories

mom spoke and I smirked . "No you don't. You were literally squeezing the life out of us with the hug" her tension face changed into a funny annoyed look. "You are lucky we are royals. You need spanking " William and dad chuckled at her statement while my face turned dry . I was scared to be spanked . Sometimes when I watch kids cry out of spank it scares the hell out of me. The place filled with laughter and I turned to see William . He was surely enjoying this wasn't he. His laugh made me laugh too and in no second we were hugging till our parents cleared their throats ..

Jill looked at me, "Help me out Ry?" Molly gasped as I reached between my son's legs, my arm brushing his balls and cock, and got my hand covered in Jill's juice. I moved my hand back and stroked my sons' cock, spreading his mother's juice over his balls too. As Molly panted, I finished by rubbing a little into my son's rosebud. He groaned. "Thanks, dad." Mike put the head of his cock at his mother's entrance. He looked down into his mother's eyes and as he slid in whispered, "I love you mom."

"Since when did the man who's so great at protecting his perfect little family become too fragile to handle the truth?" Ian's expression hardened, and an awkward look flashed across his face. However, when he spoke up, he still chose to shift the blame on Mom. "Your mother's the one who couldn't let go back then. She refused to accept reality and insisted on blowing everything out of proportion. Had she come to terms with reality, we could have all lived in peace." Holding his gaze, I felt anger flare up in my chest. "We could've all lived in peace? Do you have any idea how I lost my hearing?"

“You will count, and you cannot cum until 10. At 10, I will let you cum.” “Yes, Daddy,” I look over my shoulder at him. He smacks my bare ass and I swear I’m ready to cum right now. Juliet- OH, Daddy. I like this. This is nice. “One, Daddy,” I moan. SMACK! “Two, Daddy,” SMACK! “Three, Daddy.” SMACK! “Four, Daddy.” SMACK! “Five, Daddy.” SMACK! “Six, Daddy.” SMACK! “Seven, Daddy.” SMACK! “Eight, Daddy.” SMACK! “Nine, Daddy.”

My uncle didn’t react to my kiss , but the moment our lips touched ,it seemed to bring out something in him . My uncle pulled me and made me face the wall and at the same time grabbed both my boobs so hard that I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure . A silent moan came out of my mouth as I held the wall and his heavy breathings all over my neck . He smacked my ass so damn hard that I could feel his hands on them . “ Do you know what I do to little girls who want to slut themselves around , I fuck them , I fuck them so hard , like whores .

Did he really do all those things to me? "Don't you have anything to say?" Dad asks angrily after lecturing me for several minutes. "I'm sorry..." I apologize quietly. "That's not enough. You're an omega, my son. You're not some vagrant who can get drunk and pass out the way you did yesterday. You're grounded for a month—no phone and no going out with your friends. Understood?" "Yes, Dad."

Mom screamed in fury, thrashing against him, but Daddy was much stronger. He kicked her legs apart, lined up his still-hard, cum-slick cock, and slammed into her pussy. “AH— You bastard!” she cried out. He started fucking her hard, deep, and merciless, his hips slapping loudly against her ass. “Look at her,” he snarled, gripping Mom’s hair and forcing her to look at me. I was still bent over the sink, naked with Daddy’s cum leaking down my thighs. “Look at how beautiful our daughter is. How perfect she is. And you’ve done nothing but make her feel small.”

“You…” “I am massaging you… Mom,” I replied. “I wanted to give you the best massage.” I pulled her G-string aside and inserted my middle finger inside her. Shit! She was so tight and warm. “Son…?” “It’s okay…Mom, Just following dad’s request.” “Good boy,” Dad said without looking at us. “Ohhh…son, it feels sooo gooddd,” “Yes… Mom, call me every day to massage you.” I continued moving my finger in and out of her, while playing with her big breasts.

While Bruce was looking at his phone, she reached out and pinched Tony's injured arm, hard. Tony let out a pained wail. "Daddy Bruce, don't go!" he cried. "It hurts! I'm scared!" Bruce looked up, his feet rooted to the spot. Fiona immediately hugged Tony, her sobs growing louder. "See, Bruce? He really can't be without you. His father rejected him, and he’s finally starting to see you as a new dad. If you leave now, you’re just abandoning him all over again." Bruce’s brow furrowed.

“Is this how a soon-to-be father is supposed to behave?” Domenico exhaled a slow stream of smoke into the dim room. “And for the record,” Emilio continued, folding his arms, “this is the last time you’re smoking, Nico.” A faint chuckle escaped Domenico as he tilted his head back against the recliner. He took another long drag before releasing the smoke lazily into the air. “Are you lecturing me now?” he asked with quiet amusement. “Trying to turn me into a decent man?” “Well, if you want to become a father, you will have to learn to be a decent man, at least toward the mother and the child,” Emilio said.