Naughty Mommy Stories Novels & Stories

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

I replied. "Please, Mommy, don't come late next time. We were bored last night because there was no one to tell us folklore tales as you usually do," Amelia stated. "Aunty Amanda would always be busy with her phone after dinner, leaving us alone in the room," she added. "So sad. I'm really sorry about that, and I promised that would not happen again," I replied. "But you could have watched Nickelodeon or Disney Junior to entertain yourselves," I added.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

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?"

“Let me guess—nice boy, steady job, loves Jesus, hates vibrators?” "Probably thinks ‘kinky’ means lights on,” Jack said, not missing a beat. I snorted. “Honestly? You’re not far off. I know she means well, but I wish she’d stop trying to orchestrate my entire life like I’m her favorite pet project.” Emily’s tone shifted—softer, but no less firm. “Yeah, moms do that. They try to write your whole story before you’ve even picked up a pen. Out of love, out of fear, out of their own unresolved shit.”

Britney has no idea her best friend was just bred by Daddy. Noriko loves it. She savors having his big dick in her. She loves this naughty game of whispering through the showers. And it's about to get hotter. Mommy has finished making her newest short, The Deflowering of Naughty Noriko and is eager to be a good cuckqueen.

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

“You know, his dick hit the right places, that day.” She said with a mouthful of crackers. The look on Sabrina’s face was overwhelming. She was seemingly lost in thought about what she just heard. I put my hands on my ears to signal her that I was not listening. “Mom, this is too much information! Please!” “What? It is not like you do not know what sex is, I am just giving you the juice!” “I don’t want to hear any juice especially not about the one-night stand between you and Caleb.”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

She seems nervous. I frown, "Okay, Mom." She opens the door to a room, and I'm speechless, it's not white, it's a deep maroon color. The room is bigger than Lacey's, and that's something I didn't think could be possible. There's a sofa in the corner and beside it is a small bookcase. Walking into the room, I walk over to the bookcase and run my fingers across the spines of the books that are there. Mom went all out. She bought books from my favorite authors. Nora Roberts, Harper Sloan, Carly Phillips, and of course E.L. James. I love the story of Christian and Ana, it's such a beautiful love story.