Mommy Booty Novels & Stories

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.

He thrust harder and faster, causing my eyes to roll back. "Is this how you like it, Mommy?! Uhuhuhuh! Uh-huh! Uhm! Such a tight, amazing pussy! Uhm! Uhuhuhuh! I'm going crazy for you, Mommy! You're mine! You're mine! Always mine! You will be my wife now! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"

"That, or she has a fetish for wimpy guys she can control." "Either way, you can do better than a slag like her, baby," mom announced, turning back to the counter and resuming arranging the contents of her purse. I had a view of her from the side now, and I had to admit again, my friends weren't wrong. Mom kept herself in good shape, clearly, since she had a tight butt under that skirt, and her tits were definitely nothing to scoff at. Even in her blouse, you knew they were good stuff. Her dark hair was silky and thick, made for pulling on when you fucked her from be-

Mum butted in. "The kind of friends you make," I muttered. I watched as Mummy headed out, Aunt Sienna walked alongside her. She turned back and waved at me, but I stuck out my tongue and made ugly faces at her. "You look like a vulture," she yelled and Mummy hit her head. "I love you, mummy," I shouted. Once Mummy and Aunty Sienna were no longer in sight, I dialed the customer care line, but they never answered. I didn't stop, I kept calling it continuously.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Mother and daughter had incredible bodies. Mum's figure belied the fact that she had given birth to twins. While her breasts had expanded from a 36D to a 36DD cup, they were still amazingly firm for a woman of her age. She sported large, bullet nipples, which were clearly visible through whatever blouses or t-shirts she wore. My God, the hours I spent fantasising about those beautiful buds!!

“And you must be—” “I’m her stepmother,” Ericka cut in. “Ohhh,” Margarette said, eyes widening. “So you’re the so-called witch—I mean, stepmom—of my bestie. You actually look nice, though. Nice to meet you!” She even leaned in for a polite cheek kiss. I chose to ignore the comment. “That food’s for Ericka, right? It looks amazing. Can I have some—” “Margarette!” Ericka snapped. “What? I just want to try Tita’s cooking.”

“We are packing your bags right now. You are coming home with me.” “I can’t, Mom,” I sobbed quietly. “If I leave now, Richard will execute the fraud claim. They’ll ruin my record. I won't ever get another job. I won't be able to provide for this baby.” “We’ll fight them!” “With what money?” I asked, looking up at her brokenly. “They have billions. We have nothing.” Across the lawn, inside the high-ceilinged study of the main mansion, Adrian stood by the glass window looking out toward the guest cottage. He watched the faded Buick parked near the hedge line.

She looked down at the man's stomach with six packs of chocolate bars-liked muscles lined up that seemed to be nice to caress. Again, she lowered her gaze and landed in the middle of the man. It was bulging and it looked like the briefs he was wearing were about to tear because of the extra size it was hiding. "What's his name again?" "Vincent, Mommy. Do you want to take him out? I can help you." Romana took her branded bag that was a limited edition from Singapore and then pulled out $100. "Bring that man here." Billy's eyes immediately lit up as he grabbed the money in her hand.

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.