Mommy Nsfw Novels & Stories

But again, the toys always left me unsatisfied. My body craved his real thrusts. To feel the heat of his skin and the way he’d make me convulse and leak like a broken whore in his videos. Hours blurred into days worsening this cam-slut routine which deepened with every virtual meet. Mia’s texts came on some days. Mostly something like, “Miss burying my face in your wet pussy.” I couldn’t reply with the same gusto. They slowed down and stopped one day. Guilt twisted in my gut, but it paled in contrast to my throbbing need for Damian.

“Your little pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go.” He grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard with powerful strokes that made my whole body jolt forward. The couch creaked under us. Wet, filthy slapping sounds filled the room every time his hips slammed against my ass. Downstairs, Mum and her friends were still laughing and talking. Their voices carried faintly up the stairs. Mark fucked me faster, one hand reaching around to rub my clit roughly. “You hear that? Your mum is right there while I’m balls-deep in her daughter’s cunt.”

He begged, his voice cracked slightly. She smiled down at him, dark and satisfied. She leaned forward, her tits pressing against his chest, and whispered against his mouth, “Come for me. Fill my pussy right now.” Mateo groaned loud and thrust up hard. His cock pulsed deep inside her as he finally came. Thick, hot spurts of cum shot into her, filling her up. He kept coming, long powerful jets that overflowed around his cock and ran down his balls. Nadia kept riding him slowly, milking every last drop while he shook underneath her.

Untouchable. I sat down at my setup, turned on my lights, adjusted my camera, and logged into the platform. The familiar red light blinked on. “Hello, my darlings,” I said with a smile, my voice slipping easily into Velvet Mistress ’s tone. Almost immediately, comments started pouring in. Some were playful, some thirsty, some downright weird, but I was used to it. I played along, gave them what they came for. My eyes moved to the tip jar in the corner of the screen. Money was already coming in. Good.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

Nothing follows. When it comes to love and sex he preferred experienced women and not a girl who had no flair for anything that involved kinks. The ironic part was that she was the only available item in the shed when he was searching for his Baby Mama. He didn't have plenty of time back then. So, yeah, it was the very reason as to why they were together now. Ira harrumphed, loosened his tie, and fumbled for the phone in his pocket. He busied himself with the gadget afterwards.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

A smirk appeared on my face but I was not going to be boring with this. So, I continued, deciding to play her game, "You know what I would do to you with those legs wide open for me? First, I would touch your greedy clit, just the way you like to be touched there, and then, I would sink my whole fist into your pussy and pound into it until you are biting into the bedsheets so as not to wake our child."

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.

“Mommy needs your cum again. Fill my married pussy.” Liam flipped her onto her back, spread her thick thighs wide, and pounded into her missionary style. The bed creaked softly under them. He slammed deep, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Serena’s big tits bounced wildly. She grabbed them and squeezed her own nipples hard. “I’m gonna cum, Mommy,” Liam growled. “Cum inside me!” she begged, her voice shaking. “Fill Mommy’s womb with your hot young cum!”