Naughty Mommy Stories Novels & Stories

"Yes, baby. Mommy has... a new job. I have to work late for a little while." Milo put his crayon down. "But you said you would finish your book soon. You said we could watch the movie about the robots." My heart broke. I walked over and kissed the top of his head. "I know, Milo. I promise, on the weekend, we will watch robots, aliens, and dinosaurs. Okay? But right now, Mommy needs to work to buy more kibble for Tom and Jerry." Milo looked at the cats, then back at me. He nodded slowly. "Okay. Tom eats a lot."

"Anna Aunty is a big meanie. And I had told you already how that Melissa Aunty was trying to cling to daddy back at his house. Hmph, she's even meaner." Noah nodded, his little mind already making plans to handle the people who tried to hurt his mommy. "Hmph! They’re villains, Emma. Bad bad villains. But our Mommy is like a superhero." He let out a mischievous smirk. "If they try it again, we have to use our powerful trap for them. Or maybe an itchy powder on their clothes."

My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house. I swear, I never get tired. I feel like a nymphomaniac now and I am not complaining!

he continued, laughing darkly, “moaning around your uncle’s cock like a little banshee. What would your mother and my brother say if they found out their precious Katie loves being fucked by her uncle?” I tightened around him at his filthy words, making him groan louder. “That’s it… my dirty little girl loves being fucked on her uncle’s dick, doesn’t she?”

“Delete that right now. That’s private.” “Private?” Damien laughed. “You’re selling your naked pics to random dudes online and you think it’s private? I’ve got screenshots of everything. The chats where you beg for tips. The videos of you riding that toy moaning like a cheap whore. Even the one where you call yourself ‘Daddy’s little cumslut.’” “Damien, please…” Her voice crackled. “If Mom sees that she’ll kick me out. I’ll lose everything.” He stood up slowly, towering over her. “Then you better start listening real fucking good.”

The friction on my clit was intense, building fast. “Oh fuck, Mom—I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my voice muffled by her pussy. “Do it, baby girl,” she moaned, grinding faster. “Cum on Mommy’s pussy while your stepbrother watches.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. My whole body tensed, thighs shaking as I squirted against her, soaking her cunt and the couch. Sarah followed right after, her pussy pulsing and flooding my tongue and face with her sweet cum. We kept rubbing through it, slick and slippery, drawing out every spasm.

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

“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

The familiar scent of his cologne instantly brought back childhood memories. When he finally stepped back, his eyes drifted to my hair. "Your hair's beautiful." I giggled. Then I turned to look at Mom. She was still standing by the door, fingers curled tightly around the handle. Her face hadn't softened one bit. Not even a smile. "You can't love her hair, Anthony." Mom finally said with a dramatic sigh. "What's wrong with it?" I asked softly. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm twenty-four, for Christ's sake. Whatever I do, it's on me."

My desire here is to share my story. My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. These stories, if you have read them up through now, are the story of my strange journey. The earlier stories and the many that follow will make very clear just how un-normal my life is.