Mom Teaches Anal Novels & Stories

My mom kissed my cheeks and pushed me and Anna down. So we were set up on top of each other. My mother was laying on top of where my head was, her legs spread out widely to my face, and my face buried deep between her legs. I positioned myself in doggy style so that Anna would have the back view of my ass, and her face was behind me. “Anna start eating her ass out while she eats me the way you are eating her.” My mom commanded and Anna bent her face to my ass, her tongue rubbing on the edges of my anal area and her mouth playing with my butt hole.

Mom shook her head and staggered backward until her back hit the wall. "This must be special effects makeup… This is a prank… Get up right now, Aurora, and stop messing around! This isn't funny at all!" she bellowed. But her voice had started to crack and tremble with tears. Mom used to be a doctor. Although she had switched careers and become a model, she still had basic medical knowledge. What she had just felt—the way my skin tore away, the texture, the stench—was a dead giveaway of the truth.

I explained in a small voice. "Miscounted?" Mom spat, interrupting me. "You're the only one who didn't get anything. She was probably annoyed that you were trying to get one. Why must you be so greedy? You're so embarrassing! Will you only be satisfied when everyone ridicules me for raising such a greedy daughter?" A wave of stress crashed into me. I dug my nails into my arms and scratched myself until my skin turned raw and bloody. However, I didn't feel even an ounce of comfort.

"No. She's as stubborn as a mule. This is all because we've spoiled her. If she doesn't want to eat, then so be it." Daniel sipped his milk, his eyes rolling with mischief. He then ran over to my door and deliberately sniffed loudly, exclaiming exaggeratedly, "Mom, Irene's room smells so bad! Did she poop and pee in there?" I floated by the door, looking at Daniel with a bitter smile. With the heating on full blast, I had already started to rot after just one night. Mom would hate me even more now. Mom walked over with a frown. She banged on my door, yelling, "Irene, are you a pig? The toilet's just right there! Do you not have legs? How could you poop in your room?

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."

I got the French tips, Anna got the ombre,mom also got the French tip, and Lisa got the chrome. “ Don't you think it's time Lisa got her ears pierced?”. Mom voiced out. “ Yeah, that's a great idea, but it's up to Lisa”. “ I really want to get my ears pierced”. Lisa said excitedly

"Why did you throw your undies on the floor instead of putting them in the laundry? It made Grandma think something happened between us." "Sorry, my dear. Half of my brain was still asleep when I took a shower last night, so I didn't realize that I left my favorite panties there," Jana replied, picking up her underwear and tossing it into the laundry basket like a ball. "But you should be thankful because if it weren't for my panty, you wouldn't have escaped from the iron grip of your grandmother. My God! She made you old-fashioned. Just like old people like her. But now, you're free as a bird, so you can strut wherever you want. You can even throw away your virginity that your unfaithful bo

“Korina’s presence really drew a lot of attention this afternoon. I wonder if people knew who she really was or did they just flock here to get a glimpse of the pretty lady.” “I think most of them knew, Kitty.” Cole grinned. “Not everyone is as clueless as you.” “Hey!!” I protested, but before I could throw a mop at him, my parents emerged from the kitchen, looking exhausted after a long day’s work “Kathleen!” My mother warned. “Do not be rude to your friend.” Grudgingly, I lowered the mop, and began scrubbing at the table in front of me. "Cole! You're still here?" My father grinned.

I slurred my words as I watched her fiddle in a mix of discomfort and embarrassment. My smile deepened as I noticed how much my words affected her. She was going to be an easy nut to crack, I could already tell. “Can I touch my never existing baby?” I beamed as I stretched my fingers to touch her belly bump when all of a sudden Madame Browne's voice called my voice.

After all, she's had a lot more practice at this than I did, although I intended to catch up as quickly as I could. Mom knelt on the bed in front of me and gave me another clear view of her pussy and asshole. God, what to choose? Ever since I'd dared to touch that black rose two days ago, I'd dreamed of being able to do more with it. But I'd always fantasized about anal sex, too. It seemed so transgressive, so forbidden. And I'd heard from friends that nothing grips you quite as firmly as an anus. So, I put my cockhead against her little puckered opening.