Mommy Dom Novels & Stories

God. "Mmmm..." I jerked and gripped the white plush sheets. Then, he pushed inside. A long moan came out of me as he thrusted in and out. Pleasure reigned my body, and my face contorted in it. "Uhmm, D-dom..." I writhed under his arms when he went berserk. The next thing I knew, He was pounding. Hard and fast. "O-ohhh, daddy! F-faster!" Dom grunted and inched towards my face. "You want it harder, baby girl?"

I swallowed hard, "I see. It seems that he frequents this dungeon often?" "He rarely visits in person, but most of the submissives who work here have played with him before. They say he is the most respectful, skillful, and caring Dom here." One of them smiled. It was obvious that he thought I should feel lucky to serve such a man. "It sounds like today is my lucky day! I don't even know how I got here, let alone being selected by such a great master…" I murmured, but enough for him to hear, playing a game to see if one of them would divulge how I had ended up here tonight.

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.

She was about to close the door but Dom pushed it open. "I am anamika's son..." He said and she frowned at him. "You can't be... She can't birth a mannerless son like you." She said and my eyes widened. Dom closed his eyes annoyed. I wonder what's stopping his lash out. "Mia moglie è incinta. Vuole il gelato al mango e non riesco a trovarlo da nessuna parte. Ho bisogno del tuo aiuto. Non ti disturberei a quest'ora se non fosse per lei."

Me, mama and Dominic laughed and talked for hours like we did when Dom and I were younger and life was less complicated. Mama left about fifteen minutes ago and Dominic was glaring at his phone. “Here,” I gave him a picture of the little shrimp. He grabs the photo and frowns. “What’s that?” I laugh and walk over and sit on the edge of his bed. “That Dom would be our baby,” He raises a brow. “That’s it? Looks like a piece of shrimp,” I nod. “I’m only two months and we have seven months to go,” “What about the baby’s heart?”

“I want to fuck this throat properly. Relax your jaw, baby. Let Uncle use your mouth like a tight little pussy.” Dom reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast, firm circles while continuing to pound into me from behind. “You’re going to come again soon, aren’t you, baby?” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Come with two family cocks inside you. Such a dirty little bride. Your husband couldn’t even stay awake to fuck you, but we’re going to ruin every hole tonight.”

“You are nothing more than a sperm receptacle. Do not ever speak to my wife ever again. Don’t even look at her or my son.” “You’ll come back to us.” Chrissy said as Chance began to guide Rye away. “Unfortunately for you, my mother taught me not to hit a woman.” He said stopping and looking at her. “Unfortunately?” Chrissy smirked. “I never learned that lesson.” Dom said and fear hit the woman. “Chance….” Chrissy pleaded. “You knew the rules.” Sid said. Dom buried her hand deep in the blonde hair and forced her to bend over. Then she drug the woman over in front of Trigg and Sid. The club bunny was forced to her knees.

["Dominik, your mommy..." "What's wrong with mommy?" Dominik knitted his eyebrows together.

Everything about them went still. The shouting died. The bouncing stopped. Even their breathing seemed to pause. Mirabella’s arms tightened instinctively around the baby, but her smile was soft, exhausted, radiant. “Come here, my loves,” she whispered. Mom excused herself to give us privacy and little family moment. Dom moved first, slower than I’d ever seen him move in his entire five years of life. He climbed onto the bed like it was made of glass, eyes huge, mouth actually open. Gio followed, pressing against my side, fingers twisting in my shirt because he was suddenly shy.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.