Moms Booty Novels & Stories

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.

" 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.

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."

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.

"I am in your house. Who are you worried will know?" I trailed my gaze all over her body, worshipping her perfection with my eyes. Every curve, dip, contours on her was perfect. I noticed some marks on her lower abdomen and the sides of her waist. Were these stretch marks? She had some on her butt too, and it was a fucking turn on. My little temptress opened her legs, and my eyes zeroed on her wet core. I salivated, my dick becoming painfully tented in my pants. I took my pants off immediately, freeing my shaft, and my sexy baby mama flashed me a naughty smile.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

he asked, with a suspicious look on his face. “ahm, I’m Mag..mag… Margret. Yes, that’s my name.” “I’m Jeffery. Big J for short. I need you to help me remind Mr. Ethan that he hasn’t replied to my mails.” Her racing heart slowly returned to normal after hearing what he had to say. She thought she was busted. “Sure.” She let out a smile. “Thank you, this means a lot to me.” She entered the elevator quickly to avoid further delay, “Alright Big J, I will let him know.” The door closed, and she let out a big relief. She took the meal to the last floor; the rooms there are only for top rich people and for politicians.

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

As soon as Anabelle stepped into the room, her eyes roamed around until they fell on Larry who was still in my mom's arms. She excitedly drops the bags on her hands to the floor and hurries over, making weird faces that adults make to babies. I never thought she'd be so cool with Larry after our last conversation on the phone two years ago about him.