Moms Booty Novels & Stories

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.

She was standing near the kitchen counter and waved me to follow her, which our little parade did. Val was the heaviest of the four moms, but I noticed that her cargo pants were tight, and as she walked away from me, her large butt was round and inviting. I could see her panty lines through it, and I watched her cheeks rise and fall with each step, jiggling. As we reached the family room and Val turned around, I realized that her pants were tight at the crotch, the seam pulled in and clinging tightly, outlining her shape.

" I search his face to see if it is a joke but just gives me a continuous long stare. The tapping sound of a heel on a marble floor makes us break the stare session. Miss Bullocks makes a catwalk grand entry. She is a curvaceous attractive woman in her mid to late thirties, with long legs that can wrap a man twice. Her hips sway with ease as she turns to scribble today's date. When her butt jiggles too, there are beastly moans that escape the larger population of male that just come to check her out. "Cole's Cafe after class." Ryan whisper as the class starts.

' She tittered, the one insult that set me into my default setting but she's Ursula, don't care much. 'You gotta be proud of your booby, isn't it, hon?' I asked smirkingly. 'Check this goody out,' I shook my main attraction, ass, baby! 'Do you have this motherfucker? Nada—' 'In bed, my boyfriend will enjoy squeezing these tits. What do I need booty for? That's all poop, babe.' 'Mm hm,' I said smirkingly. 'Cause my momma she told me don't worry about the size,' I sang loudly. 'Cause them boys like a little more booty to hold at night—'

Mom licked my clit hungrily between them, her hot tongue flicking fast. After they pumped fresh hot loads into me, they plugged both my holes tight. Thick cum stayed trapped inside, making my belly feel full and heavy. They dressed Mom and me the same: tiny sheer black micro-dresses that showed our nipples clearly and barely covered our asses. Heavy matching collars that said “More Than Blood, Mother & Daughter Breeding Sluts.” Nipple clamps with chains, and fat vibrating plugs controlled by Victor’s phone.

Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now. But they don't know how it feels to go to a club with your mom, watch the woman who gave birth to you get hinted on by a couple of guys twice younger than her. It sucks and it's so embarrassing. "Okay enough of that baby cakes, How is your dating life right now."

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

Beside her, Mom slammed a glass onto the table. "Haven't you had enough? So what if you really scored over 1,350? That doesn't mean your life would be any better after university. If anything, it was better for you to get out into the world early and toughen up! "You were so shy when you were little. And now look at you, talking back and arguing with your own mother. Isn't that proof you needed to get out there?" I honestly couldn't believe those words were coming out of her mouth.