Novel & Cerita Moms Booty

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’

"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.

Lena nodded, but a tight knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. Trina leaned closer. “You’re really into this guy, huh?” Lena froze. “What? No. I mean… it’s not about that. It’s about exposing the truth.” “Right. And the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous and keeps looking at you like he wants to devour you.”Trina said with a broad smile. Paying to heed to what she said,Lena handed her a phone. “Everything you need to know about your ‘brand’ is here. You’re now Katrina Devereaux, an up-and-coming designer who just relocated from Paris.”

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.

Sure, it paid well, but it had stolen the version of my mom I once knew and loved. I was feeling thirsty in the middle of the night,so I decided to go downstairs for a bottle of carbonated drink. Since I usually slept completely naked, I quickly slipped on a pair of tiny pink booty shorts. The soft, stretchy fabric barely covered half of my plump, rounded ass cheeks, going high and suspending between them. With every step, the shorts hugged the smooth curves of my backside, showing their fullness and leaving most of my skin exposed. For a top, I chose a see through black tank top. I didn’t bother with a bra after all, I wasn’t planning to be downstairs for long. The thin, see-through materia

WARNING!!!! MATURE CONTENT! CASSIUS’S POV I watched as Mary took off her clothes slowly, and I felt like she’s taking ages just to undress. I shouldn't have asked her to do it by herself; I should have just ripped it off and gotten her another one. I’m now naked with my big boss already standing, ready to begin the actions. Mary gave me a dirty wink as she revealed her two round, soft boobs, eager to be sucked. "Come to daddy," I said as she walked down the bed with her long, sexy legs. She moved closer to the bedside where I was standing.

Oh, I love my parents. *** Mom walked out into the main room of the suite. Breathtaking. Well, it was just my mother, but I'd never seen this much of her. It was a two-piece, very modest and inexpensive, but it showed her flat belly, and trim waist. My mother, a tall, lean woman, was no stick. A tight waist, full hips, and a round butt I'd never noticed. Her modest breasts filled the top nicely. My eyes moved down, and I saw them. Stray pubic hairs at the edge of the vee over my mother's vagina. I looked away before my cock gave me away.

I looked at the woman who gave birth to me, raised me, then tried to ruin my life. "Mom." My voice stayed steady. "I've done more than enough for this family." I gave them one last look, took Bruce's hand, and walked out. *** The verdict came fast. My mom got three years. Zoey got a year and a half. The whole case went viral. "The New-Mom Setup" stayed stuck at the top of trending for days. People went digging into Zoey's past and didn't miss a thing. That "elite UK university" she kept flexing? A total diploma mill.