My Friends Hot Mother の小説・ストーリー

“Fuck my big tits.” I thrust up between her soft heavy breasts. The sight was incredible. Her tits wrapped around my cock, nipples hard, her tongue flicking out to lick the head every time I pushed through. She squeezed them tighter, letting me fuck the warm valley. Spit dripped from her mouth to lube the way. I groaned loud, hips snapping faster. She smiled up at me. “You like that? Fucking your friend’s mum’s tits?” “Fuck yes,” I growled. She kept tit-fucking me until I was right on the edge. Then she moved again. Turned around on all fours, ass high, pussy dripping.

His girth and length fucking the senses out of me. Knox Williams is my mother's new play thing. Hot with a sexy tattooed body I only get to see at home. I can't lie that I'm not jealous of my mother's choice. Or how she's the one that gets to fuck him while I'm haunted by her loud moans at night.

I stand beside my mother, glaring murderously at the last guy alive, mockingly licking my chops at him. “Why are you here?” Mom demands, heaving in fury. “We- We followed you here.” He stammers when he glances at the mauled body of his friend. “Why?!” Mom stalks up to him, with me right next to her. The guy seemingly gets his confidence back, smirking lewdly. “Why do you think? She’s way too good of a fuck to just give her up.” I growl loudly at his words. Mom gives me a knowing look and walks away, leaving the fucker for me to play with.

Shit, Mom was a MILF! I sidled up behind her and caressed her ass. "Damn, woman, you look amazing." I ran my hand up her side, until I was cupping her breast. "Jesus, Mom! You're getting way too hot to be going into an office full of men. I don't want anyone messing with my woman. My hot pussy."

I warned “You’re mad cos your mother is dead right? I didn’t kill her, I promise. What she knew killed her. Your mother killed my friend, all I did was repay her sin by doing the same thing right back at her. You should have seen her face when the drug kicked in. Her tongue was hanging out, her nose, blood was everywhere. It was the most joyous thing I’ve ever witnessed” He started laughing. “My mother trusted you. Did you just say your friend? He was your gay partner. My mother was just a game to you and I swear on my life, I’ll kill you Kabir” I screamed at him.

Riley jolted up, turning around in the direction of the voice only to see Nichole at the entrance with a smirk on her face. She glared furiously at her, wiping away the tears with her palm. "What did you do to my mother?" Nichole chuckled, "What kept you, Riley?" Riley felt very irritated by this question, "What the hell did you do to my mother Nichole? And where are my friends? and Lionel?" Nichole smiled at her, "Well...," she clasped her hands and glided into the room. "Should I be answering that question?" She stared thoughtfully at her for some seconds and smiled, "I guess not."

She moaned out, "Yes, I'm a dirty mother that loves being fucked by my son. I love feeling your hard cock inside me and your hot cum shooting inside me. I cum so fucking hard when I feel your seed spray my insides. I'm a motherslut for my son's hard cock and hot cum." I grunted deeply as I felt my hard cock twitch inside my motherslut. I moaned loudly as I felt my hot cum erupt into her wet pussy. My long build-up had made this a particularly powerful orgasm for me. Motherslut's pussy began to spasm immediately as she felt my hot cum spill into her needy pussy. Her moans were as loud as mine as she orgasmed again. I loved watching my motherslut orgasm at the feeling of my hot cum exploding i

Monster. "What are you talking about? You are... mates? Vanessa is nearly two decades younger than you!" My mother stammered, her panic evident as her eyes darted between mine and Alpha Alexander's, almost as if she were hoping someone would reveal this was all a sick joke.

His expression was ice-cold, completely emotionless, as if he were watching the weather report instead of… this. On the massive flat-screen TV mounted above the fireplace, explicit footage played in high definition. Selene, her mother, was on her hands and knees in what looked like a dimly lit hotel suite, surrounded by four men. One thrust into her from behind while another gripped her hair, feeding his cock into her mouth. The other two stroked themselves, waiting their turn, laughing and groping her bouncing breasts. The audio was crystal clear: wet slurps, skin slapping, Selene’s muffled moans of “Harder… fuck me harder…” as she pushed back greedily against them.

My pulse drums in my ears. “Scarlett,” the figure says. A woman’s voice, low and sharp. “You deserve the truth.” She steps forward. Moonlight spills over her features. I gasp. It’s my mother. “Mom?” My voice cracks. “What are you—” “Stay back,” Damien warns, but she ignores him. Maria’s eyes glitter with something between sorrow and fury. “I told myself you’d never have to know. But they won’t stop. They never stop.”