Mommycarter Nudes Novels & Stories

The lady's breasts were perked in further anticipation, and she continued moaning. "No, no...please..." I shut the door and walked away. Goosebumps began to poke out of my skin. Just when I had thought I had seen enough drama for the night, I walked in on Mrs. Carter being fondled against the wall in the bedroom with an ajar door. Instinctively, I hid out of sight. I couldn't allow her to see me, she would be furious.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

You and your mom get everything ready—don’t embarrass the Carters! Smiling sweetly, Karina opened the chatbox, clicked on a pinned chat at the top, and sent out a message. ***

CNN: “SEX RING LINKED TO BILLIONAIRE DAMIAN CARTER—47TB LEAK SHOWS YEARS OF ABUSE” BBC: “VICTIMS ARE MODELS, RICH KIDS, RUNAWAYS—WORLD AUCTION SYSTEM BROKEN” Vice: “THE GHOST STAR WHO TOOK DOWN THE CARTERS” My face—from the pool, water on lips, eyes wide after everything—was on screens everywhere, from New York to Tokyo. I looked like a story. Like a danger sign. I shut the laptop. The radiator made noise. A siren passed outside, lights flashing red-blue on the alley, then gone.

The second one caused him to unsnap his shorts and slid his hand into them to grab his aching cock. Mom had lifted her breast and was licking her own nipple. "I want my son to do this to me so bad! He's right in the next room too! Do you think he's hard thinking of his mommy?" Even though she'd tweeted it two minutes ago it already had a few replies all to the effect of they were hard for mommy. Another new tweet appeared, this one she'd taken pointing down at her body. Mom was only in a pair of black panties and he stared longingly at her bare breasts, her flat stomach with the pendent piercing and her long legs. Another appeared, the same angle, but with her hand in her panties.

Everybody was also nude, all of them. Dad's cock, about six inches, soft, nestled in a low-hanging sac. The son was similar, soft, cut, long. The Mother and Sister; large firm breasts, big, round areolas, with fat nipples. Everybody trimmed their pubic hair but shaved off any other body hair. Mom stared at the photo. "What the actual fuck?" Apparently her favorite phrase. "No clothes, ya don't need doors," I said. "True dat." Mom said and turned the pages.

The first brush of her fingers against her slick folds made her stifle a moan. “God,” Matt groaned, finally tugging his zipper down. He freed himself, cock thick and hard in his hand, and stroked furiously. “Fuck, you’re wetter than I imagined. Show me, Mrs. Carter, how badly you want it.” Her cheeks flamed. Her fingers circled faster, her hips jerking against her hand. Her breathing came ragged, broken by tiny whimpers she couldn’t hold back.

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

She was planning to return when the auction began and hoped that no one would bother her, but she was way too popular than a president and definitely attracted people. “What do you say, Bitch?" Kartila approached Jessica and dissuaded her from running. “You are not on par with us just because you are wearing this dress.” With her finger pointing at Jessica, Kartila made an even worse insult: "Unlike you, we don't have to sell our bodies to make money, nor are we labeled as single mothers carrying a low man's seed." Jessica could put up with anything, any pain in the world, except insults about her son. She had not allowed people to think ill of her son, especially when none of them was prese

When their one night stand resulted in an unexpected pregnancy, Nerissa life was turned upside down. Trillionaire CEO, Asher Blackwood, is determined to claim his heir and make Nerissa his - but on his terms. Nerissa finds out that he is her boss and realizes that she has no other choice but to enter a contract marriage with him. As they navigate their complicated marriage, Asher's secrets and Nerissa's fears threaten to tear them apart. Nerissa find out the truth about Asher's past and the real reason he's so desperate to hold on to her? As the stakes grow higher, Nerissa must decide whether to surrender to Asher or to go her own way, even if it means losing the man she loves."