Mom Spanks Daughter Novels & Stories

Mom shouted, “Say something! How many times have you slept with that poor man? You are a good for nothing. Why did you do such a self-destructive thing? How is Mr. Carter Inferior to that poor bastard? Why do you have to humiliate yourself like that?” Mom was so angry that she slapped me in the face. This was the first time she slapped me. She said, “It is all over now. The daughter I am so proud of has become a laughingstock in X city. My brain went black. All I could do was sobbing.

Apparently, in my child's eyes, that was utterly humiliating. Caden's arms tightened around me. He turned, his gaze ice-cold. "Felix, your mother gets up before dawn every single day to make you breakfast. After you go to bed at night, she's still cleaning the house. "She doesn't have time to dress up because she spends all her time on you. Do you think the things you just said are fair to her?" "I don't care!" Felix shouted. "I just want a pretty mom! Ms. Sulvan would be perfect!"

Mom kept her mouth wrapped around the tip as she stroked the shaft trying to tug every drop of goodness from it. When she thought she had drained me she released me and pulled back. She looked up at me with a wicked smile. She wiped a drop of cum from the corner of her lips and tucked it back into her mouth. "Thanks, Mom. That was fucking awesome," I said looking back at her with an equally wicked grin. The word "mom" snapped her back to reality. She realized she had just sucked her son off to orgasm -- again. Mom resisted the urge to lift her breasts up and start lapping the sticky cum off of them. Instead, she looked up at the three of us. "This...this...this can't happen again," she said

The momma looked up at him and then smiled as she opened her mouth and waited for the mischievous son to put his cock in it. In her room the beautiful daughter was screaming, "You mother fucking bastard!" at her now ex-boyfriend who had just informed her that Nancy Wilde was a better piece of ass and he was going to date her from now on. The beautiful daughter threw down her cell phone and ran crying from her room to find the momma who would give her a shoulder to cry on. The beautiful daughter ran into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the momma bent over the kitchen table being fucked by the friendly neighbor while the mischievous son fucked the momma's mouth. The beaut

“Daddy uhhh…” she moaned without thinking. Damon froze for a second, then spanked her even harder. She kept rubbing herself on his thigh like a desperate little slut, her soaked pussy leaving a wet spot on his pants. Her moans grew louder with every spank. But Damon didn’t fuck her. He just held her down, spanking her glowing red ass while she humped his leg frantically until she came hard, shaking and crying out “Daddy!” into the couch cushion.

She had a petite figure with a cheerful smile always on her face. Although she lacked the matured elegant aura her mother had, she was adorable in her own way. "Daughters are the pride of a family While sons are the strength and foundation "General Jiang always used to say that. "Xin Xin,let us have some tea" after watching her daughter, Lady Jiang asked Xin Xin. Both mother and daughter enjoyed their tea together. * * * * * It was evening. The sun beaming in crimson color, was setting in the western sky coloring the sky with various colors.

With his bare hands and flaming rage, he was capable of causing suffering to his own daughter. "What kind of woman are you? Have I not raised you well?!" The General reprimanded. He grabbed on to Samantha's jaws and clenched his fingers on her crying face. "I turned the military camp upside down! No one - and I repeat! No one owned up to being the father of your child!" He was about to slap Samantha again when Matilda pleaded, "Stop this! We can't do anything about it! It's already done!"

She screamed in a frenzy, "My daughter is dead! Is that what you wanted? Are you happy now?" Caught off guard, Quiana was tackled to the floor, wailing in terror. Her dad finally snapped out of his shock and delivered a brutal kick to Mom's stomach. "You crazy bitch! How dare you lay a hand on my daughter!" Quiana's mom charged in too, seizing Mom by the hair and raining slaps down on her face. "You murderer!" she cursed. "You drove your own daughter to death, and now you have the nerve to lose it? Someone like you should rot in hell! If anything happens to Quiana, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again!"

The relatives were seething with rage after being hit. Hannah kept laughing and gleefully throwing the droppings everywhere, as if she were some kind of warrior queen. "I'll take you, enemies, down!" Hannah was my daughter, so no matter how naughty she was, I could never bring myself to hit her. However, we were at a wake. In such a solemn and sorrowful setting, she had behaved so outrageously and even pelted the relatives with sheep droppings. If I didn't discipline her, every relative in the village would point their fingers at me. It probably wouldn't have stopped there—they might have thrown Hannah out themselves.

Her head lolled to one side and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. “You killed them! You wicked woman!” Dad clamped both hands around her throat and shoved her hard against the back of the sofa. Her hands clawed at his arms, struggling. The officer rushed over and pinned Dad down on the coffee table. “Let go! If you continue, we will use force!” Handcuffs were snapped onto Dad’s wrists. He fought against them while his eyes locked on Mom. “You give me back my son! Give me back my daughter!” Mom coughed as she clutched her neck.