Mommy Nsfw Novels & Stories

Her phone had somehow had its Do Not Disturb function turned on, and all notifications were silenced and were not displayed. She clicked on the chatroom to see her screen bombarded with the following: [Mommy! Mommy! Where have you been?] [Mommy! Daddy and I are looking for you! Reply me when you see this!] [Mommy, Mommy! Waaa! Do you hate Momo now? Do you not like Momo and Daddy anymore?] [Momo misses you! What did Momo do…? Did Momo piss Mommy off? Mommy, please don’t disappear.]

My sense that this was getting out of control was even stronger, but my whole body felt sensual and turned on. Just when I thought the pressure would explode, he stepped away and clicked a picture. "Oh Mom, you're so hot. Now turn toward me and spread your legs. Put your hands behind your head, and push out your tits. Oh yeah, that's terrific. What a turn on you are. And you really are good at modeling. Okay hump your hips forward, mmmmm, that's it, show me that cameltoe, a little more, oh yeah, there's your slit. Geez you're sexy, Mom. You know what would be neat. How about we shoot some nudes?"

“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.”

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

i let out a low gasps. I can hear my mind screaming about how wrong all of this is. If mom find's out her boyfriend is pleasuring me right now, things cannot be good for either of us. But dad voice is too intoxicating, i cannot stop. I climbed even higher in ecstasy as he slip his hands under my panties. My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing.

“YES! YES! MOMMY! I— I—- I’M CUMMING!” “That’s my good girl.” ______ Comments, Gems, Gifts, pleaseee. Pretty please😢

“I know it’s fucked up. I know. But we aren’t even related….. Your mom just got married to my dad last month. and nothing else matters. I’m addicted, Lily. I love your pussy. Touch me, I whispered. His hand slid under my sundress, fingers finding the evidence immediately. I was soaked again. Traitorous body. “See?” he whispered, circling my clit slowly. “Your mind feels guilty, but your little pussy doesn’t listen. It’s dripping for me right now.”and you love it. I whimpered, my hips rocking against his hand despite myself. “We’re going to destroy her if this comes out.”

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

I thanked God our table was tucked away in a corner, because this woman had the volume of a stadium announcer. "So that's why you haven't been answering my texts about coming home." "That is absolutely not the reason!" I reached over and pinched her waist. She twisted away from me, still cackling. "Neshara Fil is out here playing house and loving every minute." I fake-scowled at her. "Auntie Heath, you know what? A mean girl fought with Mommy last night. She pushed Mommy into the pool. And then she told a big lie about it. You should smack her butt and tell her she's bad."

He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk. "Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose. "Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered. His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.