Mommy Porn Books Novels & Stories

He stomped his feet in discontent, asserting, "I want Mommy. I only need Mommy. Mommy will do anything for me without hesitation." Daniel forcefully pushed his father out of the room and, with an angry finger pointed at him, declared, "Daddy is a bad guy." With that, the little boy slammed the door shut. Once the door was closed, Daniel climbed onto the bed, panting. He sighed and curled up in the quilt, his small body heaving from exertion. All he wanted was his mommy. People often praised his daddy, but he couldn't find his mommy anywhere. He wasn't even allowed to mention her.

They crawled over to the other side, holding each of their asses while they dug into their pussies with their fingers. “ Oh yes fuck! God.” Rachel screamed. My mom bent over her ass, placing her face on her pussy as she quietly sucked on her pussy. She pushed her tongue into her pussy, wrapping it around before she started fuckin her harder with her tongue. “ Fuck yes! Yes!” She moaned. Rachel stopped, she couldn't as she let out cries. “ Oh my God! Yes.” She moaned loudly. “ Fuck yes!” She squealed. “ Stop.” My voice rang out as they both turned to me while their lips were covered with my cum.

Then he flipped me onto all fours and mounted me like an animal. "Take every drop, baby. This womb is mine." His thrusts were brutal, balls deep, making my belly push out with each stroke. I was moaning nonstop, raw and broken sounds pouring out of me. "Yes... breed me... fuck me harder." He pulled my hair and whispered filthy sweet things in my ear. "Such a good girl. So tight and fertile for Daddy. I am going to pump you so full tonight you will be pregnant by morning. You love it, don't you?"

“Keep going. Edge for me. Right to the brink. Then hold it.” I was shaking now. Thighs trembling, breath shallow. My clit was so sensitive every circle felt like fire. My pussy clenched around my fingers, greedy, dripping down my wrist. The wet sounds were faint but obscene under the blanket—slick, rhythmic, impossible to ignore if anyone got closer. Mom yawned. “I think we’re calling it. Bedtime.” Dad clicked the TV off. The room plunged into dim lamp light. They stood. Mom kissed my forehead. “Get some rest, sweetie.”

I turned my glare on him and immediately he held his hands up in surrender. "Listen to me, Lynn... Think about all the times you relied on porn to get you through your lonely months before and after your divorce. How is getting off to two people fucking on camera any worse than actually doing the act?"

Drool ran down her upside-down face as she got her throat fucked. They started rotating, switching holes constantly. At one point two of them double-penetrated her pussy at the same time while the third used her mouth. Mom’s eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. She was shaking, squirting all over their cocks, her juices dripping onto the table. “Yes! Stretch Mommy’s holes! I’m your filthy gangbang whore!” she cried whenever her mouth was free. “Fuck me like the dirty cumdump I am!” The shame burning inside me was almost unbearable. This was my mom. The woman who used to read me bedtime stories. Now she was getting destroyed by three men like a cheap pornstar, begging for more cock in every hole

“This is prohibited.” “I’m an adult and will be graduating next month. What’s there to stop us?” she stated, dismayed at his prudence. He swallowed as Brenda continued toying with her tits and nipples. “I’ve mastered masturbation because there were no men around,” she disclosed, inserting her hands inside her panty. Justin’s manhood stood erect as the musky scent of vaginal juices emanated from her. She was wet and ready. He abruptly braked to a stop and opened the door. “Please, get out,” he barked in a controlled voice.

“Mhhh… I will be quiet. Just do not stop.” He pumped deeper, one hand rubbing my clit. “You are completely addicted now. My secret fucktoy in your mother’s house.” I came shaking, pussy squeezing him tight. “Ahhh… Daddy I am cumming.” He followed right after, flooding me with thick ropes while holding me down on his cock.

A few minutes later, I came downstairs dressed in a short denim skirt that barely covered my ass and a loose crop top with no bra. Breakfast was unusually late, and we all knew exactly why. Mommy had been too busy getting her cunt pounded and swallowing Daddy’s cock to cook on time. Mom was already sitting at the dining table, looking flushed and glowing. Her cheeks were pink, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes had that dreamy, satisfied haze like a girl who’d just had the best orgasm of her life. She looked calm and content, like a child who’d just tasted her first lollipop — except this time, that “lollipop” had been my stepdaddy’s thick cock buried deep inside her.

the line dropped. I picked up my phone. Pornhub or cadehub? Or Amaye? I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to be comforted, or I wanted a release. A hand was still on my nipples. I was feeling the wetness in my panties and the anger swell in my belly. What do I do? I scrolled and scrolled with no direction in particular. I stopped at a name. I sent a text.