Mommy Sex Novels & Stories

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."

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.

I slurred my words as I watched her fiddle in a mix of discomfort and embarrassment. My smile deepened as I noticed how much my words affected her. She was going to be an easy nut to crack, I could already tell. “Can I touch my never existing baby?” I beamed as I stretched my fingers to touch her belly bump when all of a sudden Madame Browne's voice called my voice.

"Oh my God!" Amy exclaimed in shock. Mel just smiled it off, while she continued to sort the documents on her desk. Amy jumped down from Mel's table like a rabbit and Mel was startled when her face was suddenly cupped in Amy's hands, making her look up into her eyes. "Tell me, did you feel butterflies?" Amy asked curiously. Mel rolled her eyes and shook Amy's hand away. "Duh! You're talking like it's my first time having sex and moreover, we didn't go all the way." Mel said casually.

I took my time to play with her firm boobs, sucking and fondling them, making sure to do justice to the two and her moans were a reward for my job well done. In a few minutes, we were both naked on the bed with me on top of her, thrusting in and out of her while she moaned loudly, not caring that we were not alone at home. Well, we can always explain to Nancy later. Mommy and Daddy need to have fun now... ***** Later in the evening Today was fun, and the sex was sweet as always. It was a peaceful evening, and we were getting ready for movie night with my family. "Daddy, this is not fair. Why did you get yourself and Mommy matching clothes and didn't get mine," Nancy whined while sitting on t

He rubbed the nub in a circular motion, prompting Jessica to yell, "Fuck, Liam!" He smirked, raising the corner of his mouth before inserting his middle finger into her. “Ahh! Shit!” Jessica yelled, opening her mouth wide and rolling her eyes back in delight. His finger was violently moving inside her, causing her cooze to become a soaking puddle. Her hand proceeded over between her legs and landed on his hand, while experiencing his finger slipping in and out and making a wet noise.

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

I then walked over to Roy, who was clad in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and a sleeveless shirt, rocking little Lennon back and forth. “Thank fuck you're here.” he groaned and I chuckled when Mitchell ran up to us. “The F word is banned in this house. How many times do I have to tell you to watch your language around the baby?” she half yelled. God. It must be the early motherhood. I swear, Mitchell was never like that.

“Yes, Conan… like that, f*ck me like that." I gulped hard and tried not to believe what I just heard. As I approached the door to yank it open, goosebumps ran down my spine at the sounds coming out of the room. "Could it be that Conan brought a woman into our house, and is having sex with her in our bed?" I wondered. "I need you to moan my name as I'm punishing you, or else I won't forgive you. Moan, baby, moan my name," Conan said softly to her.

The scent of him clings to my skin, to the air, to the very bed that I'm tangled in. Will she recognise his scent? Will she realise what was happening in here? My body is still flushed, slick and aching for a release that now burns like a curse within me. The door opens fully, and my mother walks in.