Moms Hairy Asshole Novels & Stories

Asshole said. "Mother!" I was taken aback by the joy in his voice. I looked up and found him grinning at his mum. I smiled. Who knew Mr. Asshole was a mummy's boy? His Mum came to a stop right in front of us and pulled Mr. Asshole in for a hug. She pulled back when she noticed me and gave me a warm smile. "You must be her." She had a strange accent -like British with American- "I'm Beverly." Her grey eyes glinted and I smiled, even though it was still quite shocking that the woman in front of me, that was clearly beaming like rays of sunshine, was Mr. Asshole's Mother.

“I’ve got resources too. The club takes care of its own. Right now, that includes you and your kid.” “I’m not your responsibility.” “You became my responsibility the moment I put you on my bike.” His voice was firm. “You need help. I’m helping. End of story.” “Why?” I whispered. “You don’t know me.” He was quiet for a long moment. “My mom was in your situation once. Different asshole, same story. She tried to leave three times. He always dragged her back. She died when I was nineteen — heart attack, officially. But really it was him. Years of fear and abuse killed her just as sure as a bullet would have.”

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

My mom's voice, muffled but unmistakable. She was loud. Really loud. And I was lying there in the dark, listening to my mother have sex with the man who'd had his fingers inside me. I should've put in headphones. Should've turned on music. Should've done anything other than lie there and listen. But I didn't. I lay there, my hand sliding between my legs almost without thinking, touching myself while I listened to them through the wall. I imagined it was me. Me in that bed with him. Me making those sounds.

Mom takes a deep breath, but doesn't say anything. "That's all the hair you have? You trim all the rest away. How? Do you trim with the scissors or shave? Look at mine. The hair just goes every which way. It doesn't look sexy like yours." Lilly pulls her swimsuit bottom down and shows Mom her blonde pussy. She brushes her fingers through her hair saying, "See mine's ugly. Not sexy like yours at all."

She began to intentionally clamp down on the shaft that was gliding in and out of her ass. "C'mon, you bastard! Give it to me! Give it to me!" Sweat was rolling off Matt's face and falling onto the top of her ass. He pulled out and grabbed his tree trunk tight. 'On your knees, bitch!" he growled. Mom spun around and dropped to her knees. Before she dropped, I got a good look at her. I had never seen an asshole gaped like that. Not in the movies, not in magazines. Nor have I since. It was the goddamndest thing I've ever seen!

Mom has her back to me and is bent over uncle Harry's desk, still in just her tank top and panties. What a sight! Mom's panty-clad ass looks so hot! Bent over like this, the thin material is tucked up around her cheeks, defining her perfectly round globes. Christ! I can't believe the life I'm suddenly leading. I just fucked a beautiful black woman, while being watched by a sexy white teenage girl, who is now waiting upstairs for me to eat her pussy and my mom is running around half naked, probably waiting to jack me off in the shower again. Un-fucking-believable!

Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations. But this time, Mom had clearly met her match. Not only did Dad's coworkers intervene, but even Dad joined in, dragging Mom out of the hotel as she continued her hysterical tirade. One of the younger women even called security. In the end, several people carried Mom out of the hotel and left her at the entrance. Never in her life had Mom experienced such humiliation. Dusting herself off, she stood up. Right in front of the security guards and Dad's coworkers, she slapped Dad twice.

"I'm sorry I was such a whore, but... I just got so lonely. Even with my new tits, you just didn't pay attention to me." "Yeah," he groaned. "Just... busy at work. Things are stressful. I'll pay more attention. To you. To Matti." "And so will our son," Mom purred as she reached behind her and parted her butt-cheeks. She flashed her asshole at me. I hurried to her and pressed my cock against that naughty hole. Matti whimpered behind me. I glanced at her settling on the couch and fingering her sloppy cunt full of Dad's jizz. She masturbated as I thrust my cock against our mother's asshole.

Terrified, I cried and begged Mom to go to the hospital with me for a check-up. The doctor did a thorough examination and said I must've caught it from someone else since I wasn't sexually active. Never in a million years did I imagine that Mom would casually bring it up like it was some kind of joke when Jared came over for the first time. The lively atmosphere instantly froze, and Jared's face went stiff. "Mom, I caught it from someone else. Wasn't the doctor's report clear enough?" I reminded Mom in a low voice. Mom kept talking as if she hadn't heard me.