Mom X Daughter Novels & Stories

Melanie sighed, her grip relaxing, with expression also loosening, she gently cupped her daughter cheeks, earnestly saying, “You know that I'm doing this for your own good, right?” A small quiet sob escaped from Lena pouty lips but she still nodded, throwing herself to her mother arms for a hug. Melanie hugged her daughter, though there was no expression on her face as she gently patted her daughter head.

"It's no wonder your mother looks like she's seen a ghost every time she looks at you. You little beast! Not only does your own mother hate you, but your father despises you too! "Did you really delude yourself into thinking that he loves you? I'll have you know that I'm pregnant with his child. When my baby is born, you'll be sent away to the sticks!" Jillian let out an ear-piercing shriek. "You're lying! How dare you frame Daddy? I'm Daddy's only daughter. He would never leave me!" At the end of the video, Kelvin snubbed out his cigarette with his shoe before he entered the house, slamming the door behind him.

"Finally! Oh daddy, fuck your little girl! My daughter was so tight and soaking wet. My cock sloshed in and out. I caressed her firm little ass as I fucked her. I was oblivious to everything but the sensation of my rigid cock in Molly's pussy and her moaning. "Oh daddy, fuck me. I've wanted this for so long. Yes, yes, ohhhh coming." She gushes just like her mom. I kept ramming. Then I caught motion. Tess got on the couch and slid herself under Molly's face until my wife's shaved pussy was right under her daughter's face. Molly didn't hesitate and put her face against her mother's pussy. "Oh daughter, that is sooo good." I don't know if Molly had ever been with another girl, but she sure was

Nothing at all stayed in my head. Finally, a message from Mia appeared. Carla and Ava are fine. Stop panicking. I let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t enough to erase my fear but it helped. The second work ended, I practically ran out of the building. I wanted my daughter. Nothing else mattered. By the time I reached Carla’s apartment, I was exhausted. The front door opened before I could knock. “Mommy!” Ava launched herself into my arms. I hugged her tightly, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo.

BENEDETTA'S POV : I was looking at my lovely daughter sleep. "She will grow up to be a strong woman with a happy home, hopefully", I didn't realize I said that out loud until my daughter caught my attention. "Mom were you talking about me?" she asked And I nodded with a smile. But she looked worried so I decided to ask her what was wrong. "Sweetie is there something wrong?, why are you looking sad?, are you hungry?"...I didn't get to finish asking my questions when she interrupted me.

That means over six hours alone with her. “Alright. See you then. Text me if you need something from the store. I can drop by on my way home.” “Nah. There’s one, two blocks down. I’ll walk there if needed. It’s fine.” Oh, I would definitely go down there and probably spend two hours buying milk. I only prayed Catherine didn’t insist on joining me. I knew she hadn’t seen much of the city yet, because my idiot son obviously didn’t think that would be a proper thing to do; show your spouse the city you grew up in. But that wasn’t my problem. Jake was. And right now he was yelling from the living room again.

she whispered to her daughter before dancing to the kitchen. Xenia shook her head and sighed. "Now that's the lady I know. Quit pretending to be nice." she rolled her eyes. ... Some minutes later, her mum came with a tray containing dishes that looked and smelled wonderful. "Enjoy, my dear." Emma urged and her daughter started to eat like she'd not eaten for many days. "Easy there. Easy. Now while you eat, let me talk to you." "Mum... I'm not in the mood." Xenia said before drinking water.

he snorted with mock anger. I giggled joyfully, tugging my mothers hand as I led her to a ride I had always wanted. We spent the day in pure joy, my mother taking endless silly pictures whilst talking about preserving memories. “I love you, mom,” I cried happily. “I love you so much baby,” my mother whispered. “You’re everything to us, never forget that.” “Oh, I see. Mother and daughter moment. What is that saying that daughters are their fathers handbag? Why is my own different?” Dad whined, glaring playfully at us.

With the hallway cleared a bit, Miss Moonrack walked over to her own mother, who immediately reached out, hugged her tightly, and pressed a warm kiss against her damp cheek. "You're so great, my daughter... I'm so incredibly proud of who you are," she said, her voice brimming with a mother's fierce pride. Miss Moonrack smiled genuinely, the tension finally leaving her shoulders. "Thank you, mum. Thank you for taking care of me too... for never leaving me, no matter my problems. I love you," she told her mother softly. My heart lightened significantly just looking at the pure affection between them, a sweet warmth settling in my chest before I respectfully looked away to give them privacy.

“No. No, no. I’m not doing that. There is no need.” “But, Mother… why not?” Maya pressed gently. Her mother sighed, leaning back. “Listen, I’m already getting old, okay? I’ve not been with your father all this time. I don’t need him now.” She shrugged lightly, trying to look unbothered, though her voice trembled. “Plus, I heard a lot. He has a family, doesn’t he?” Maya nodded slowly. Her mother continued, “And his daughter… How is she? Are you two getting along?”