Naughty Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Rowena had a huge banner made and set herself up outside Clara's company, declaring that Clara was a homewrecker who used her power and wealth to steal another woman's fiance. That stunt quickly awakened the internet's "eat the rich" crowd. "I can't stand these trust-fund brats. They think being born into money makes them better than everyone else." "Dirty money, every cent of it! If we all stop buying from them, they'll be bankrupt by morning!"

She felt her lungs become tight as her eyes began to sting. "I think a Momma is someone who would eat nasty spinach when they want butta butta cake. And a Momma is going to fix up her baby's room so that she can be a princess. A Momma is going to work extra hard so that her baby has what they need. A Momma does my hair and not the other way around! Momma's cook dinner instead of bringing home fish and French fries for dinner every other day! And a Momma should say, Juicy you are not alone; even though Felix is dead now, you are not alone!" Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked down at them suddenly.

The post had been updated. Mom was crying online again, saying her younger daughter got framed while her older daughter was jealous, bitter, and cruel. Then that same commenter popped up again. [LindaKnowsBest: Then say she's mentally unstable. Claim she was terrified her prettier younger sister would steal her husband, so she set the whole thing up on purpose.] [LindaKnowsBest: Make the medical records and chat logs look legit.] Mom replied almost instantly. [Thank you! I'll do it right away!]

"Tomorrow...during the day. I'll make up a story about going out to see an old friend. You and mom were talking about sun-bathing anyway. It would be the perfect opportunity for you two to do that. You know...start out by offering to put some oil on her back, tops off of course...I assume you usually do, do that. But this time, just take it beyond that, knowing as you are...I'll be standing here inside the house, spying on the two of you through the window, jacking myself off. Hell...just so you know that I really did. I'll even squirt off into a glass for you, and then hide that in the refrigerator in the back so you can find it afterwards, and maybe use that to masturbate yourself with aga

Grandma Granger held her hand tightly as she chose a less intense topic, “If you’re doing well inside the orphanage, why did you run out?” “Because I want to find my Mommy,” muttered Momo as she pouted. She blinked as if she was about to cry but bit her lips to hold it in. It was a sorry sight. “The children in the orphanage said my Mommy is bad,” she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.”

“Tonight I want to be your complete whore. Use every single hole. Stretch me. Break me. Fill your slutty mommy until I can’t walk.” They descended on her like wolves. Within seconds she was on her knees surrounded by eight hard cocks. Mom went wild — sucking, licking, gagging, jerking them off with both hands while rotating between them. The wet, sloppy sounds of her throat getting fucked filled the room as two guys took turns shoving their thick shafts down her gullet. Spit poured down her chin and coated her bouncing tits. “Fuck yes… feed Mommy all these big cocks,” she gasped when they let her breathe. “I’m such a dirty gangbang slut… my son would be disgusted if he knew his mother was an

Her mom started talking even nastier, "Oh, yeah. Right there! Lick my sweet pussy! Oh fuck yeah! I wanna cum all over your face! Lick my cunt, you horse cocked stud!" Hearing her mom talk like that was more than Jenn could tolerate. She eased the door open another inch and was treated to an erotic sight that made her pussy creamy. Her parents were both completely naked; Andy was laying on his back on their bed, and her mom was straddling his face with her back to the door. Leslie was holding onto the head board with both hands and her head was thrown back in lust filled pleasure. From her vantage point, Jenn could not see Andy's tongue on her mom's clit, but she knew from her own recent expe

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

He’s angry, but his question is too innocent. I can’t help but laugh, “what? Of course, I have my own mom.” “Then ask her to sleep with you at night if you are afraid, don’t ask Mom to sleep with you because I will be alone!” I look at Cora who can’t look at me, is she not going to help me? “Hm, my mom can’t do that. Then, how about this, let’s sleep together!” I said. “What? /Huh?” Both of them look at me in surprise, why? Is there something wrong with what I said?

She did lie quite well because the boy never doubted for a second that there was no gramps on board. - Well, and what are they doing? - Bia was just waiting for this question. So, when he did it, she tightened her red bow on her head and said with a smile that she went from ear to ear: - Dad is at the cemetery and Mom went to buy more sweets, Grandpa is taking care of the boy that Grandma is going to cook. I have to behave myself, or the witch will come and get me too, do you want a candy? - You might see this as a very creepy story, but you must consider that there was news in the port. About a witch that attracts children with sweets to cook for them and then bury her bones in the cemete