Mommy Dom Novels & Stories

With every beat of his heart, the flames burned brighter. Feeling the intensity of the moment, Damien knew he had to regain control. He abruptly pulled back, tilting his body sideways to hide the undeniable evidence of his arousal. His domineering nature recoiled at the vulnerability that Melissa's presence invoke in him. He couldn't let her too close, for fear of loosing himself in her. Melissa, growing impatient with the lack of response from Damien, was about to speak up when the door to the lounge swung open. The newcomer flipped on the light switch. "Damien, I was hoping we could tal—"

From the other end of the door, I could hear their moans clearly. From the side glass of the door, I caught the figure of the two of them pleasuring themselves with vibrators in anticipation for my presence. The sight of them drove need into my veins, sharp and poignant, my eyes admiring their naked body. I inserted the keys and twisted it, the door snapped open as I stepped into the room. Right there, on the bed were my girls Linda and the other whose name I still couldn't recall. You don't have to blame me for that. I was bad at remembering names— especially when it came to my submissives. As a dominant to over a hundred and sixty submissives, you could as well say I had my way with women.

“For your information, having us agree to have you as our step-father is not easy.” Caleb shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. But if your mom says she loves and wants me back, nothing can stop us. Not even the king of hell,” he stated. Paris was about to say something against Caleb when someone knocked on the door. “Is that Mom?” She ran to the door and opened it. “Mom, you’re back!” “Who are you calling your mom?” A middle-aged lady asked with a sour face. “Ah. Is this where that arrogant O’brian lives? I didn’t know she has a daughter. No wonder she’s desperate to sell her trashy dress for a high price. Hmph!”

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

For the next month I messaged my Mistress every night. We facetimed a couple more times where she had a big focus on my asshole. She even let me cum a couple of times, but I was never gifted enough to get to see her cum. It became an obsession for me. My Mistress had the perfect body, and all I wanted was to see her cumming. I yearned to please her. Then, after that month, she sent me a message. YoungDomme: I want to turn this into real life. I am free this weekend. I want you to book us a hotel room where you can finally be dominated by me in person.

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

Rosabelle POV. Last night was good, my new dom, I mean mommy, she allowed me to watch TV, she read a story for me and dressed me in a PJ before putting me in her bed, I was feeling a lot shy at the idea of being changed again before bed, and at being placed in her bed, but she's my mommy now, I guess mom was right, having an experienced mommy is better than having one who's just learning how to be a mommy or daddy dom, but I've always been a mommy's girl, and here I'm again, it's a full circle.

“And you three should know that mummy is a grown woman and I can go out with friends okay.” “So can I go out with my friends like you did and have fun like you mummy?” Layla asked, getting me to shake my head. “No, you are not going anywhere with your friends this late. Mummy was just being careless.” Zendaya rolled her eyes as I smirked ready to put her in a tight spot with the children. “Go on then. Why don’t you tell the kids which friend you went to see? Tell them the friend who is more important than your children and your boyfriend back here at home.”

Xavier asks, looking at his Mommy who seems restless since then. "I'm okay, why do you ask?" Lucrecia asks her son back who is standing in her right side. "You look uneasy after meeting that stranger," Xavier conveys his anxiety. Lucrecia grabs her son with her right hand, then holding him. "Actually, he is ... Em..." Lucrecia's hesitant to disclose what in her mind is. "Actually, he is ... Em..." "Mommy, was that man wicked?" Xavier's cutting her words while looking at her.

His finger presses harder against the wet cotton and my head drops back against the couch – my mom’s couch, my mom’s PILLOW behind my head – and a sound leaks out of me that Dominic registers by pushing the cotton aside and sliding his bare finger through the wetness and finding my clit with the kind of first-touch accuracy that Knox achieves through wolf senses and Dominic achieves through twenty years of studying how things work. “I’ve wanted to do this here since the day I moved in.” His voice is quiet enough that I have to hold my breath to hear it, and his finger circles my clit in slow passes while his other hand grips the back of the couch beside my head and his face is close enough t