Mothers Are Women Too Hentai Novels & Stories

The other night mama had threatened to bring another wife for her son. "I would get my son a virgin bride if you can't fulfill your part in becoming pregnant for him. I know girls like you, you must have tricked him into believing that you are a saint." Mama said to Sarah. "That friend of yours, what's her name again?.... Mary! She looks like a homely girl from a nice family. And your possible replacement." Mama mocked Sarah more. "I love my husband mama and he knows everything about me." "Does he know that you are an ashawo (prostitute)?"

A message with a picture attached to it. Message: Come and meet me if you want to see your mother and boyfriend alive. Location: Nation street 124. She read the message, trembling as she scrolled down to the picture. "Oh my God," she mumbled, raising from her seat instantaneously as she thumped her hand on her desk. Loretta swiftly gazed at her startled, with the ole class's attention drawn to her. Kate and Nancy glanced at each other quizzically then back to Riley. "What is it Riley?" queried Loretta.

I follow her and so does Dante. We arrive in a common area. There are sofas everywhere and a huge TV that mounts the chimney breast. With a huge roaring fire. Rugs line the floor. There are woman casually sitting and chatting. They all stop and turn their heads to look at us. The Mother’s Revenge only recruits women. They are a biker crew in their own rights, but these women are deadly and I shiver under their lustful stares. I feel naked as my hands instinctively cover my junk. “Rebel, ty kupila nam novyye igrushki?” (Rebel, you bought us new toys?) Rebel looks at the woman who is speaking and chuckles.

|Chapter 04| Zaitelle Axis A day before Kester's 20th birthday, his mom, Mrs. Aqua Quiner called me for a talk. I'm quite perplexed and a little bit nervous because of her sudden invitation even though we were doing it since my childhood days. I don't know why there are too many changes in terms of interacting with them when in fact, I shouldn't act like this. "Nana, is this okay?" I ask her while putting a dress in front of my body and watch how it looks in me.

did i just say beautiful, i mean ugly, all women except my mum are ugly to me! I expected her to say something but she just stood there staring at me "Who the fu**ing hell are you" i yelled getting irritated already Wh...h..at '' she asked'' looking like a lost puppy which kinda made her even cuter that she actually was... Ahhh! Gosh are you deaf or are you just a stupid bitch......... Paaaaahhh!!!.......... The sound resounded continuously in my ears ''How dare you huh? How dare you call me a stupid bitch you ugly fool "she screamed".....

"My mother has many Familiars. My father was just one of them. That Vampire brother I mentioned? We share the same mother, but different fathers. Even though I am weak and pose no threat to his inheritance, we are technically rivals." "Ah..." I stroke my chin. "This world sounds...wild." A thought occurs to me. "Do Awakeners ever become Familiars to other Awakeners?" "Rarely," Arlo shakes his head. "Awakeners are too proud to submit. If two Awakeners engage in...that kind of relationship, they usually just call each other 'Mates' or—" I hold up a single finger, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Shh," I whisper, my eyes locking onto the dark mouth of the alleyway.

Chapter 2. Her mother was arched in a perfect doggy-style position on the bed, completely naked and glistening with sweat. Her curvy, mature body looked incredible... her big, heavy breasts swinging and bouncing deliciously with every brutal thrust, the dark nipples rock-hard and swaying. Her round, full ass rippled and jiggled each time her partner slammed into her from behind, his powerful hips driving forward with force. Layla could see the thick, veined shaft of the man’s cock stretching her mother’s pink, dripping pussy wide open on every deep stroke, pulling out shiny and coated in creamy juices before slamming back in.

I told myself to look away. I didn’t. Instead, my thighs pressed together, my breath catching with every swing. My hand slid under my tank top without permission, fingertips brushing my stomach, clit*ris at the same time. The back door slammed open. I jumped, heart pounding. My mother’s laugh floated into the yard, high and sweet. She called his name, and he turned, axe resting on his shoulder, sweat dripping down his chest. I ducked from the window, face burning, my body screaming in protest at being denied.

Mom was sticking her head out of the window, shouting at someone below. At 1:08 pm, she went down the stairs and walked out onto the field. She grabbed my arm, yanking my body upward. It flopped right back down. Then she turned around and walked off. A haunting silence filled the security room. Mom stared at the footage of her walking away, her lips shaking. "Keep playing the footage," Dad said.

she replied breathlessly, winking back at him over her shoulder. The four busty moms were now lined up in a perfect row on their hands and knees, side by side. Their enormous tits hung down heavily, swinging like pendulums, while their big, round asses pointed invitingly outward. Their sweat-glistened bodies waited eagerly for their next turn to get hammered hard from behind. “I think I’m going to like this ‘world of sex’… a lot,” the teen expressed with a satisfied grin. His mom peeked back at him with a naughty, loving smile, wagging her fleshy ass invitingly. “You’ll like it a lot more when there’s plenty of mommy-meat involved, baby.”