Naughty Mommy Novels & Stories

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

Watching mom's pussy, open and gushing, the warmth flowing over me. Jimmy the disgusting pee bather. Finished, Mom wiped her pussy with her hand, "Your turn. That's why I wanted you to cum. So you can piss on mommy." We changed places, mom rubbing against my body, sharing her gift. Now, I loomed over my mommy, lying in the tub, a fiendish glint in her eye. "Piss on me, Jimmy. Piss all over mommy."

He thrust harder and faster, causing my eyes to roll back. "Is this how you like it, Mommy?! Uhuhuhuh! Uh-huh! Uhm! Such a tight, amazing pussy! Uhm! Uhuhuhuh! I'm going crazy for you, Mommy! You're mine! You're mine! Always mine! You will be my wife now! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"

Anna smiled sadly and picked up the jug. She entered her room and saw Jenny was still sleeping on the ground. Anna put the jug on the table. "I wish I can be like you Jenny, carefree and strong. You can say openly that you have no parents unlike me. I am an abandoned shit. A burden which they kicked out of their life without a second thought" Anna muttered and picked up her quilt. She put it on, Jenny. Jenny snuggled in it for warmth like a baby snuggled in its mother's arms.

A nurse at the hospital happily took me from the obstetrician and announced to my mother, "It's a girl! Her skin is fair and glowing—she'll definitely grow up beautiful!" When Mom heard her words, her tired expression immediately changed. She suddenly grabbed the young nurse's hair before slapping her a few times. The entire hallway echoed with Mom's scolding. "You witch! Did you secretly swap out my son? I ate so much salty food! How could it not be a boy?"

Xavier asks, looking at his Mommy who seems restless since then. "I'm okay, why do you ask?" Lucrecia asks her son back who is standing in her right side. "You look uneasy after meeting that stranger," Xavier conveys his anxiety. Lucrecia grabs her son with her right hand, then holding him. "Actually, he is ... Em..." Lucrecia's hesitant to disclose what in her mind is. "Actually, he is ... Em..." "Mommy, was that man wicked?" Xavier's cutting her words while looking at her.

"Excuse me, Uncle Roman. It seems like you're telling him that you're embarrassing me because I have a bad attitude. Let me tell you that ninety-nine point nine percent that you and your daughter have a worse attitude than mine. So you should be more ashamed of yourselves and not me." "That's enough, Amber! You never had any respect for your Uncle Roman. Is that how you have a better attitude than them? You don't know how to be grateful to the person who feeds you," my mom glared at me angrily. I'm also impressed with her. She is quick to defend when I speak ill of her husband and stepdaughter. Sometimes, I feel that Ruby is her real daughter and not me.

I've made a bad impression on the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. I heard a knock at the door. My mom comes in. She looks fairly normal. The clothes she has on are definitely not what she was wearing when she left the house, but other than that, she looks like Mom. Not like some sex kitten getting used for Moe’s pleasure in front of a hundred other people only a few moments ago. Yikes. Never think that again!

Logan threw his woollen scarf to the ground. "I can still change," I spoke humbly. My chest was growing warm for some reason. I went back and came out in a black dress. Clearly, I've grown out of proportion since I became a mother. Moreover, a stressed mother. My plumpiness spilt around the underarm tucks. I didn't mind it. Helps me flaunt my natural beauty. But I was wrong. Leah walked out, flaunting in a red dress. Her baby bump didn't seem as obvious in this. Or maybe she was wearing a compressor - which is harmful to the fetus.

I thanked God our table was tucked away in a corner, because this woman had the volume of a stadium announcer. "So that's why you haven't been answering my texts about coming home." "That is absolutely not the reason!" I reached over and pinched her waist. She twisted away from me, still cackling. "Neshara Fil is out here playing house and loving every minute." I fake-scowled at her. "Auntie Heath, you know what? A mean girl fought with Mommy last night. She pushed Mommy into the pool. And then she told a big lie about it. You should smack her butt and tell her she's bad."