Naughty Mommy Novels & Stories

I said and place the boys back on their chairs and said, "Eat before I let Olive make you eat those green things," "It's called Brussel sprouts," Mom said "It's disgusting," I said "Where is Olive?" Dimitry asked "She didn't sleep last night. She and Emily is sleeping now," I said sitting down "She didn't sleep again?" Grandpa asked "Between the nauseous and the rolling around because Bash. I'm starting to worry," I said "She told you?" Jace asked making me look at him "Nauseous?" Andrei asked "She's pregnant," Mom said Andrei, and his sons snapped their heads toward me

I scream. “Leave my mommy alone.” I thrash against the hold of the big man when he slaps me in my face. I fall to the ground and cry. My mommy’s eyes change colour from brown to orange-red as she shrieks, trying to get away from the bad people to get to me. “Leave her alone. She is just a child.” They put something in my mommy’s neck. “You will die here. Tell me where is the heart scale?” the nasty lady screams at my mommy when I see her nails grow as she swipes them down over her face and she screams. I close my eyes and turn my head away.

Tara had that cool, aloof aura that made men kneel and women seethe with jealousy. “Mommmy—!” the three little ones sprinted over to Amanda. The second baby’s big eyes were full of exasperation. “Mommy, I missed you so much. Mommy Fanny’s crying is making me anxious.” We need to kick her out. The third baby looked aggrieved. “Mommy, I told Mommy Fanny to stay away from scumbags and treasure her life!” Terry looked up as he took a long sip of milk, then added, “Mommy, I suggest we go beat up the scumbag.”

Becky giggled, already completely engaged and waiting for the next part of the story. “That it is. This girl was 11, just a little bit older than you. Her mom was mean to her. Always telling her she was ugly, stupid, and that she should just die already. Naomi's mother, we'll call her Candice. Candice didn't care about Naomi. In fact, she seemed to hate her. The only thing that Candice loved was men and money. One day, Candice went to Naomi's room and told her that they were going out, and she was to be on her best behavior. Naomi didn't want to go.” “Why not?” Becky asked.

That word hit me, sending a jolt through out my body. I knew what it meant in the context of dogs. Horses. Livestock. But hearing it applied to my stepfather—this big, strong man who'd raised me since I was twelve—sent a weird shiver down my spine. Not disgust. Something else. Something I didn't want to name. "He's already got someone lined up," Mom said. "A woman in her early twenties. Healthy. She signed an NDA. It's all legal and professional." "And you want me to stick my dick in her."

Vivian, still clad in her nightwear and hastily thrown-on kimono, swung the door open to find her mother standing before her. Regina, her mother, was impeccably dressed even in her active wear, a testament to her unwavering commitment to maintaining a polished appearance. She wore a sleek black workout top that hugged her figure, paired with matching leggings and pristine white sneakers. Her silver hair was styled flawlessly, and a hint of perspiration on her forehead suggested she had just returned from an intense workout session.

Ever since that day, I devoured the photographer's snatch, I wanted this. "Oh, that's it," purred Mom. "Mmm, eat Mommy's pussy. Just lick away. Such a good girl. Oh, yes, you want to make Mommy cum. So good. Mommy will always have her pussy ready for her baby girl to eat. Unless Daddy is using it. He does have to cum first, but you can cum second." Mom giggled wickedly. Did she use the "naughty" homonym of come?

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!

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

Or at least, make pancakes. "Okay, okay. Let's go." Ten minutes later, the small kitchen was chaotic. Tom was meowing loudly by his bowl, Jerry was trying to steal a piece of bacon from the counter, and Milo was sitting at the table, drawing with his crayons. "Mommy?" Milo asked, not looking up from his drawing. "Is Mrs. Elena watching me again tonight?" I paused, the spatula freezing in my hand. The guilt hit me hard. "Yes, baby. Mommy has... a new job. I have to work late for a little while."