Novel & Cerita Mom Teaches Anal

I was about to type back when I heard a knock on my door. Shit! I yanked my hand out of my pants and quickly threw my phone under my pillow. My mom opened the door and walked into my room “Mommmmmm!!!! What happened to waiting for a ‘come in’” I shouted, a little high-pitched. “Ohh, Ronny. Don't be such a sour girl” My mom smiled, ignoring my frustration as she casually strolled into the room, completely oblivious to what she had just interrupted. I sat up quickly, my cheeks still flushed from... well, everything. I did my best to compose myself, but my heart was still racing. My pussy still throbbing with the need to finish what I’d started.

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

"Yes. She totally did. She dissed her about being shameless, following a man onld enough to be her Dad around. In that tiny head of hers houses something bigger. You both need to be really careful with parenting this one or she'll be one of those rebellious teenagers in her time." Ford raises an eyebrow. "Like you were?" "Come on, I'm past that phase." Ford laughs. "Says the girl with her legs on the chair meant for sitting." "Ugh. Don't start. I've had enough with mum already." Ford looks around. "Talking of Mum, where is she?" "Aren't you missing something?" "What?" "Has Mum ever been alone ever since she found out Aunt Sue's Mum was her best friend in high school?" "Cute. Where are they b

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

The pressure was teasing at first, then more insistent, massaging my clit in slow, maddening circles right there at the dinner table while Mom sat just two seats away, talking about some new restaurant she wanted to try. Heat exploded across my face. My pussy throbbed instantly against his foot, growing wetter with every stroke. I gripped my fork tighter, my knuckles turning white as I fought to keep my expression neutral. My thighs trembled slightly, but I didn’t dare close them, part of me didn’t want him to stop. Mom looked at me suddenly, tilting her head. “Beverley, sweetie, are you okay? You look a little flushed. Is the food too spicy?”

Not when they threatened everything. Juliette laughed, sharp and mocking, clapping her hands together. "If your mother hasn't truly done anything, why would she be terrified of ghosts? Look at your dearest mother—she looks like she hasn't had a good night's sleep in three years. Stepmother dear, afraid the ghost under your bed will grab your feet at night? Is that why you’re having sleepless night?" She pointed right at my face, her eyes gleaming.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

My whole body shook as wave after wave crashed over me. They didn’t let me rest. Jake pulled out, his cock shiny with my juices, and they flipped me onto all fours. Tyler took my pussy immediately, slamming in from behind while Chris took my mouth. Mike and Jake knelt beside me, groping my hanging breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples until I whimpered. Then Jake’s voice, low and dark near my ear: “It’s time, Mom. I’m going to take your ass now.” My heart stuttered. I had never done anal. Not with David. Not with anyone. Fear spiked through me even as fresh arousal flooded my pussy.

Mom is eating Lisa furiously, rubbing her thumb across Lisa's clit and rubbing her own clit with her other hand, while I slam my hard cock in and out of her ass. "I'm cumming, Jack. Don't stop. I'm going to cum so hard!" Mom is rubbing her clit and slamming her ass back against my cock, while I'm hammering her as hard as I can. "Me too, Mom! That's perfect. Just what you're doing there! Oh god, I'm cumming!" Lisa yells just as I shoot my second load of cum inside my mother, this one deep inside her ass. Lisa is holding Mom's face tightly against her pussy, while I'm jerking violently in her asshole. I feel Mom shudder then relax as her own orgasm rolls over her. We sort of fell in a heap on