My Friends Hot Mother Novels & Stories

I looked up at mom so I could see her entire body. She must have moved when I put the cell phone back on the table. She had in her sleep raised both of her arms up so both of her hands were laying on the pillow. My mother is a sex goddess .I couldn't find any thing about her body I didn't like. Now it was time to fuck my mom. As I was looking at her body I slowly sank my dick back into her pussy. It didn't take long to get my whole dick in her, and by the way I do not have a little dick. Some women can't even take all of it in. My mother had no problem taking in my entire dick. After I buried my dick in her I looked down at her bald pussy. My dick buried in my mom's bald pussy was the greate

, I said. Mother laughed. When she was done, she dropped the comb on the table in front of me."Rae... we all need friends, you know. Great friendships can last a lifetime and can be passed on to the next generation. Though, there are some friends we shouldn't have...",I sat on a chair, staring at the vanity mirror. Watching her reflection and admiring my mother. As always, she is beautiful. Tall, slim thick and with an amazing dark skin, typical of Hornet people.

"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted. I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT." "Well, you're apparently fucking Sam." I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different." "Are you in love with her?"

“Very open.” His Mom giggled, “I know what you mean, you naughty boy, the lesbian floor show.” “Um, yeah, that kinda threw me,” he admitted, blushing slightly -- talking about watching hot women making-out was not something you normally discussed with your mother, especially when they were her friends. His Mom didn’t seem to mind, however, “Cheerleaders are very friendly with each other” she said smiling. The door pinged open and she stepped out. “We all used to be very friendly when we were at school.”

Once mother says her goodbyes to all her childhood friends, we leave. "What do you think about May, you guys were together the whole time." Mother ask, looking over at me. "She's nice." May and I click on a friend level. We both have something in common that we can talk to each other about, something we both can understand. Neither one of us is looking to claim and mark someone as our mate. We exchange numbers and I'm sure we'll hang out again, but as friends. "Do you think she's pretty?" Mother asks smiling.

I said softly. My mother had raised me to be her picture-perfect little lady; to be the perfect daughter. I did everything she had asked and much to my dismay I was still doing it. "Who answered your phone, young lady?" my mother demanded, her voice whipping through the phone like a rattlesnake bite. "That was Trev Moore. He's a friend of mine," I explained in a desperate tone. "What have I told you about men? It's impossible to befriend them, they all only want one thing and that's just another ruse to get it," she said with poorly disguised disgust.

My stab wound had healed and I was getting my strength back. “Take it easy Nathan alright? Remember she saved you once.” Daniel advised. “And now her mistake almost got us all killed. Talk.” “They call her the red queen,” Maya started. Now we’re getting somewhere. “A few years ago a friend and I got in a sticky situation.” “The friend she killed?” Ashina asked, feeling sorry for her friend.

My Mother was always popular with my friends over the years, especially the male friends. Well, when you are five foot six inches, one hundred and twenty pounds, and have a tight little body, you'd understand why she's so popular... And like my friend's say "She's a blond haired, tight assed, big titted milf and I wish I could fuck her." again, not my words, but my friend's. I used to have blond hair myself but out-grew them, now they're brown, going all the way to the middle of my back because I like heavy metal and I do think it looks good on me.

his mother answered candidly, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. “Wet?” Tate echoed, wondering if he had heard his mom correctly. “You’re getting laid, darling,” the mother smiled warmly, her full lips curving with mischief. “Getting laid??” “You heard me right,” Amber insisted, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m not gonna tell you exactly when, or with whom, but trust me when I say… you’re gonna be up to your ears in hot, tight pussy!”

I look up at his name for my mother. He laughs “Your mother was a very fair person but if you crossed her she turned into my wee Hellcat” He chuckles, making me smile; Hellcat sounds about right. Picking up the other album, these photos are of my mother when she was a little older. “Who’s this?” I point to the boy that I notice in quite a few of the photo’s “That is Trent, he would have been your mother's Beta. They were best friends”