Mommycarter Nudes Novels & Stories

Chapter 62: What it Takes to be a Mommy Kathleen’s P.O.V As the awkward silence continued, I moved my gaze away from Arthur, and turned back to Hayley, hoping that I could talk some sense into her, but what she said next nearly broke my heart. "Aren't you going to say something, Miss Kathleen? I want to stop calling you Miss Kathleen, it just doesn't feel right. I want to call you Mommy."

How come a woman is suddenly ordering them around? "Hello?! Chop chop! I'm extremely busy!" "Didn't you hear her?! Move!" Her assistant added, shooing the nannies away. "Why would we move? There are other benches that you can use. We're staying here!" "Yeah, you can take your pictures anywhere but here!" The woman scoffed, "Don't you know who I am? I am Ellen Miller! The supermodel!" "Yeah, she's a global brand ambassador! I'm sure you know her!"

A message from Mother. "Watched the livestream. Proud of you." I smiled and typed back: "Just getting started." Because Allen Carter had no idea what he had just unleashed. He thought he was dealing with Emma Clark, the woman he could use and discard.

They stared at her in disbelief, unsure of how to respond to her blatant display of power. Cruzita's defiance was palpable as she vehemently shook her head. “I refuse to degrade myself in such a manner, Karina.” Cruzita's refusal to comply with Karina's demand was met with a burst of sadistic laughter from Karina. Wally, sensing her mother's distress, stepped in to defend her honor. "What kind of person are you, trying to subject my mother to something as degrading as that?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with anger.

Before I could shield myself, he grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, wrenching them behind my back. He forced my chest forward, exposing my nakedness to the entire room while he held me pinned, helpless and sobbing. "Look at her shake!" he roared to the audience, his eyes wild with a sick triumph. "Does that look like fifteen million? She’s the best sex toy you’ll ever buy! Who wants to be her next master?" "Twenty million!" "Thirty!" "Thirty-five!" The room was a chaos of shouting and lecherous grins. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears streaming down my face, my body heaving with sobs of pure, unadulterated hatred for the man holding me. I wanted him dead. I wanted the world to end.

Then, she spoke into the camera. "Hello, everyone. My name is Julianne Carter. I'm 18 years old," she said calmly. "The man tied to that chair behind me is my father. He's also the host of this livestream." "Since I was 14, he's had cameras hidden in my room," Julianne continued. "He recorded me while I was showering, changing, and sleeping, then streamed those videos here for all of you." The chat exploded. "What?" "Is she for real?"

Leaning on the seat, she looked out the window. "I have to get my mom's painting. Those were very close to Mom. I can not afford to lose them" Anna whispered to herself thinking about her mom. Her mom was a famous artist. Anna smiled thinking about those days when they used to draw paintings together. Everything was good until they found out her father cheated on her mother. Her mom endured everything for Anna's sake but slowly her health broke down and doctors declared her mom had cancer and it was her last stage. She only had three months to live. Anna saw the pain and suffering her mom went through. How she used to cry silently. How she became skin to bone. How much she cried to her fathe

Rathnait was worried. Carissa tinted a part of her mouth with a smile, and saying nothing, she turned to walk to the parking lot. “One more thing, ma.” Rathniat said, raising the middle finger of her left hand. Carissa turned to her, asking, “what’s it?” Rathnait pointed to the car, saying nothing. Carissa understood her and walked back to her, smiling. “Don’t worry. I have a driver's license. And even if I don’t have, I am Stone Carissa.”

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

I tell them. Finley looks and Monty is in black and gray. Even the pram is black. “Another way that Ariella is a better Luna that Grandma,” Finley rolls his eyes. Anderson coughs and shifts his eyes, so we see Mom and Dad coming in. “She is wearing a fucking rose,” Carter huffs. Carter stands up and meets Mom in the back of the room. Mom tries to hug him, but he points to the rose and holds out his hand. Mom huffs and Dad looks at what Carter is pointing at.