Mother Naked At Home Novels & Stories

Unlike the bitter wind and cold rain in the city, the free port thousands of miles away was enjoying a warm spring. In a private estate hidden in the mountains, a heart monitor beeped rhythmically. Gianna had a very long dream. The dream was an endless night. Bulldozers roared toward her, barbed whips fell again and again on her back, and there was Matteo's tenderness as he bent down to fasten a necklace around a dog's neck. "Don't tear down Grandma's house... it hurts..."

Morano's bar. I sighed deeply. My Dad's bar. What if she had been caught by one of Luke's minions? I dialed her number again but she didn't pick up. It seemed switched off. Then I saw an underdressed lady in her nightgown and a coat, walking down alone in a cold night. She was bumping into things and I had to help her up. "You should be at home." She seemed really depressed and probably lost in thought. "I don't want to go home."

She mutters. The soft clink of weights comes from the home gym upstairs and my heart skips. Weak nails? Please. The only thing weak right now is my patience and it’s hanging by a thread. I can already picture his sweaty hands gripping my hips, me straddling him on the weight bench while the barbell still shakes above our heads… and if she doesn’t leave soon I might just make it happen anyways. “Maybe I should just stay home,” Mom says, eyeing her nails like they’re about to snap off.

“I can’t. Not tonight.” Morwenna Lancaster plucks out the white dress. “Let your hair down like he likes it…” She goes on like I never spoke. It’s always like this. My words unheard, my pleas ignored. Standing my ground means entertaining more men at night than usual, only the worst of the horde. I swallow the bile crawling up my throat. “Mother…I don’t feel well.”

Even when I was little I don’t remember my mother ever doing much. “Don’t you rush home,” Mae says as she enters the bedroom with a baby monitor in her hand. “They’ll be tuckered out for a while, and there is more than enough breast milk stored away. You two enjoy some free time.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

He spoke fluent English, calling out to Mary as soon as they entered the house, "Ms. Mary, I’ll make you feel good." Mary, with her chest pushed forward and a wrinkled smile on her face, eagerly led him straight to her bedroom. My heart raced, and I quickly hid in the bathroom. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen—why would my mother-in-law, who’s over fifty, bring a Black man home like this? Did Charles Hunter, my father-in-law, know about this?! I tiptoed to the door, and the sounds coming from inside made my face flush with embarrassment.

Hoping I might catch big-boob Melody in the hot tub that sat on the deck of their rental, I stepped out into the hall and walked quietly to the porch. I froze before I could step out. My mother was already there. She was naked and watching our neighbors. Her legs were spread a little, and her hand was between them. Her other hand cupped one of her breasts, and her fingers pinched the nipple. My penis hardened immediately, stimulated by my deepest fantasy. I noticed that Mom had her phone propped up, recording whatever was going on, which I figured had to be pretty good. I couldn't see the deck from my room window, so I took a chance and slipped into Mom's room. I could see most of the hot tu

He did not forget to reach out and pull Madeline into his arms. Madeline leaned against Jeremy's warm chest affectionately with a smile on her small face. “She probably couldn't find a good opportunity before, but it seems that this is a great time for her to make a move.” Madeline then projected the screen of her phone to the screen in front of them. Then, they could clearly see the live broadcast. On the screen, Naya’s mother was sitting next to the hospital bed while peeling an apple. Meanwhile, Naya was sitting silently on her bed without saying a word.

Another corner held a padded fuck swing and a low platform covered in plastic sheeting, clearly for messier activities. And in the middle of it all was my family. My mother, Victoria, 45 years old but with the body of a woman a decade younger thanks to rigorous “family workouts,” was completely naked. Her large, heavy DD breasts were brutally bound with thick red rope, the flesh bulging obscenely, veins standing out. Her pierced nipples were clamped with heavy silver weights that swung every time her body jolted. A thick black leather collar encircled her throat, engraved with the words “Family Cumslut.”

Esmea had become a sanctuary, a place where her senses could roam The sudden return of Nathan to Esmea stirred a mix of emotions in the opulent Quinn mansion. Mama Quinn, adorned in a silk gown that spoke of both elegance and fragility, sat in the grand living room, her fingers gently caressing the armrest of the ornate chair. The loss of Yvette, their daughter, had left an indelible mark on Mama Quinn. Since then, she had been weakened, and Papa Quinn, with unwavering love, had shielded her from the harsh realities of life.