Naughty Mom Stories Novels & Stories

She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son. Faith decided on a story. It was entitled 'Making out with mom.' She began to read. After a wonderful story, the site suggested several similar stories. She once again checked the time and chose 'Is It Incest if I didn't Know?'

That's just a win-win situation for everyone! Mom's eyes lit up visibly after hearing that. Her Scrooge-like mindset instinctively took over her reasoning as she mumbled, "Tens of thousands… of dollars…" Suddenly, she turned to look at Andrea, who was weakly lying on the couch. Andrea got such a fright that she hurriedly waved her hands in refusal. "I can't go there, Mom! I'll die there!" Mom just rushed up to her and slapped her hard. "Shut up! You don't even know how much it costs to keep you around! Don't you know that hospitals are all black holes that just suck the money out of you?

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

His arrival would serve as a hard slap in the faces of all these idiots. Seeing my silence, they assumed I was scared. Candice, ever so eager to pounce at any chance to mock, charged forward again. "Mr. Hoffman, just look at how shameless this pair of mother and daughter is. First, the brat claims you're the dad, and now the mom's putting on a mysterious act. "They have utterly rotten morals. If we don't teach them a lesson, it'll tarnish our kindergarten's reputation if words get out!" Harvey straightened his tie and assumed a cold bearing.

"Now, my dear, tell me everything. Let it all out. What's been causing you so much pain?" Vivian took a deep breath, feeling the safety of her mother's presence, and began to recount her story. She spoke of her encounter with Ted, the complex emotions that had stirred within her, the moments of weakness that had led to intimacy, and the unexpected pregnancy that had thrown her life into turmoil. Her words flowed freely, guided by the understanding and support she felt from her mother. Regina listened attentively, her gaze unwavering and her heart open to her daughter's pain.

“Ouuu! Is he still hot and single?” I almost vomited in my mouth. I hated that my mom was flirting with my girlfriend, over her father, “Mom!” “Shut up. Zane, i am trying to shoot my shot.“ I rolled my eyes at her, on both of them. “If you like him so much, why don’t you just tell him?” “I will, when we eventually meet.” My mom fist bumped me and laughed out loud. “You know, his dick hit the right places, that day.”

Elena took turns licking him and teasing my pussy with her fingers. “You sound funny, sweetie,” Mom said, tilting her head. She took a step closer. “Is everything really okay honey? You and Jake didn’t fight again, did you?” “No fights,” I managed. A soft whimper escaped me as Jake picked up the pace, careful but steady. The belt from earlier still lay on the floor near the bed. I pictured it around my wrists again. “We’re… good. Really good.” Mom smiled, looking relieved. “That’s nice to hear. You two have always been like oil and water, but family’s family. Get some rest, okay? We’ll catch up properly tomorrow.”

Kristen was so thrilled that her best friend and brother had fallen in love. They make such a great match, she thought. She didn't think that they would ever have threesomes or that Carter would fuck skanks and tell her all about it. Just like Kristen didn't think her mom really made p**n or that her dad fucked every hot woman he could only to tell her mom all the details. Those were just the naughty stories that Kristen told. And she already had an idea for her next wicked tale percolating in the back of her mind. Well, a dozen of them. So many of them, but she needed inspiration to pen them.

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?

It coiled my nerves and spine, weighing in the air like something tangible. I remembered Mom telling me stories when I was younger. Some were just simple bedtime stories to help me sleep, but others were scary ghost stories goaded on by Leo. Wanting to be brave like my older brother, I begged for them too. She was a silver-tongued narrator. Whether it was Goldilocks and the Three Bears or an old Italian ghost story, Mom painted pictures so vividly it was as if she’d experienced them firsthand. And I knew what she was about to tell me was a firsthand experience, and she was going to weave an image that would likely keep me up at night wondering if Mattia was going to appear standing over my b