Naughty Mommy Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

From locking her in the toy box, to smacking her backside, to making her go entire days without eating because the witch mommy liked fat kids and she wanted to make sure she was too skinny for the witch to steal, the stories grew more and more absurd. “Why did you get scared last night, Precious?” The doctor asked. “The mean lady told me Famke was my mommy and she threw me away.” Royal felt his fingers flex for the hundredth time with the urge to strangle Ambrosia. “Tell me about your mommy Famke.” The doctor said quietly. “What do you know about her?” “My Mommy said she was a witch.” “No.” The doctor held her hand up, “not what your mommy Mindy told you. I want you to tell me what you know

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.”

“Keep going. Edge for me. Right to the brink. Then hold it.” I was shaking now. Thighs trembling, breath shallow. My clit was so sensitive every circle felt like fire. My pussy clenched around my fingers, greedy, dripping down my wrist. The wet sounds were faint but obscene under the blanket—slick, rhythmic, impossible to ignore if anyone got closer. Mom yawned. “I think we’re calling it. Bedtime.” Dad clicked the TV off. The room plunged into dim lamp light. They stood. Mom kissed my forehead. “Get some rest, sweetie.”

Story 3: Yes!! Mummy, Fuck Edwina was completely overwhelmed. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and raw lust. Why does this woman turn me on so much? I’ve never been attracted to a woman like this before. She’s my best friend’s mother… this is so wrong, but I can’t stop wanting her.

“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.”

why can't I stop myself? "You like this, don't you?" I said. "This is nasty. This is the nastiest thing you ever done, isn't it? It turns you on to do nasty things." She hum- squeal-moaned, in protest or agreement I couldn't say. "You're such a good girl. I'm sure you're totally nice to your mom and dad. I bet you get straight A's, don't you? You're such a good girl and you're doing such a bad thing, and you love it, don't you? You love being a bad girl, because bad girls have all the fun." Her sucking and rubbing accelerated. I felt my sperm start to rise. "You're going to come soon. I can tell. It's too nasty, sucking a stranger's cock. And I'm going to come, too, I'm going to spurt in you

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

“Gonna give you another load to carry all day.” I watched in the mirror as my uncle railed me from behind—my tits bouncing, face flushed with lust, cum from last night still drying on my thighs. He came deep inside me again, another thick creampie mixing with the previous ones. We barely finished cleaning up when Mom’s door opened. She walked into the kitchen smiling, completely unaware that her daughter was standing there with three loads of her brother’s cum leaking from her pussy and ass. “Morning, you two,” she said cheerfully. “Sleep well?”

Anyway, they were close just now, and he was satisfied, and he wouldn't force her to do anything again. "Mommy, I'll tell you a story, once upon a time..." Xin Yan saw that Mommy had taken a good bath and walked into the room, sitting by the bed. She also climbed into the bed, took out fairy tale books and began to tell stories to Mommy. Mommy used to tell her stories, but now she tells her stories instead. Xin Yan face with a smile, eyes full of happy tenderness, looking at pillow in her arm Xin Yan, quietly listen to her tell the story to her.