روايات وقصص ضمن Naughty Mom Stories

Riley turns to me regretfully, “My mother was many things. Well-adjusted wasn't one of them. There was something wrong with Mary mentally. She didn't see the world as it was, and for a long time she told stories about my father, some rogue prince who loved her and was coming back for her when he was done fighting dragons.” She smiled sadly, “I believed it for so long that when I was 9 I actually told it to my classmates. It was only when they laughed that I realised the story was a fable, and worse, my mother was possibly mad. I asked her that day, angrier than I ever had been at her, and in tears she told me the truth; that she had drugged and raped a man who was out drinking with his colle

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

Mothers have their ways to put you on your feet every time, her mom always has a way of ruining their perfectly running conversation whenever she puts a call through, she either asks if she is familiar with the color code 'cockroach brown' just to inform her about the wedding of her neighbor's daughter which she is planning to attend or she brings up a program she listened to on the radio about late childbearing or pre-menopause just to advise her to be fast about settling down or just getting pregnant and bring her her grandchild. Just last week, her mother forwarded a picture of her younger female cousin who had recently put to bed in the states, in a bid to announce that she has become an

"And no embarrassing baby stories!" Mom looked scandalized. "But the bathtub incident is my best material!" "MOM!" We all burst out laughing, and for a moment, I almost forgot about the contract, the lies, and the complicated web I'd woven myself into.

Though she was the only one to have a working fan in the house, she always managed to sweat in huge amounts then wear heavy scented perfumes to hide her smell, which didn't work, but just gave the room a sickly sweet smell. When Nine had first met Mom, she had not been this obese, but the nastiness had lasted through the years. Mom dealed in 'adopting' children that she sent to motels, whorehouses or people who wanted breeders. Yet, Nine had been sent to neither. Not because she was lucky, she had never been lucky, but Mom had never wanted her in the first place.

Picking up the beer bottles lying on the tiled floor, she heard her phone chime. It was a remainder. A reminder for the interview she was having in the next one hour. “Fuck!!!” she cussed, sprinting to the bathroom to shower. How could she forget the interview for the nanny job. It was very important to her. For one, the pay was ridiculously expensive, 30$ per hour, that’s higher than any other job she had ever gotten, she could finally buy a car. Also the job required her to live in the house as she attended to the child every need. That meant no rent for a long time and she could finally get out of this dead apartment, she found on Thrift list.

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!

Before I went to pick up Nora, I told her of what transpired between her father and mine, telling her some careful ways to ask her questions and most importantly… she should not give her a reason to run. "You're trying to discourage her, Mom. There was never a time I puked in my closet when I was little." I lied. I told her to not tell her any embarrassing moments of mine. Why's she going back on her words? Am I still safe? "If you won't listen to his lies, listen to my truth. He doesn't even wear clothes most times, he runs around naked." My mom continued, obvious to my distress, just not minding. The fuck she means by I run around with my junk? Sorry, it's the truth but do I have to admit

In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared. "Be a good boy, Sawyer. Your daddy's a softie. As long as you cry, he'll give you whatever you want. "Just tell him that my business went under and there's no money for your school fees. Tell him to send money right away." A floodgate opened in my memory. All the moments I'd forced myself to forget, the ones she'd papered over with "we're family," came rushing back with brutal clarity. The footage cut to another scene again. This time, it showed Mom and Uncle Keith in an office, with an audio recording capturing them scheming about how to cook the books and quietly siphon the money Dad had inve

“Looks nicе.” Nicе. I’ll takе it. “Shе looks ridiculous,” Mom snappеd. “Janеt, comе on,” hе said quiеtly. “Shе just got hеrе.” “Shе always pulls this dramatic shit. Nеw hair, nеw look, thinking shе’s somе rеbеl—” “I’m 25,” I snappеd. “I’m allowеd to changе my damn hair without asking you.”