Naughty Mommy Stories Novels & Stories

I fuck and run my pussy along his lips, the tip of his sharp nose, down to his lips, coating every inch of him with my cum. “Oh… Yeah!” I squeak, rocking and rolling, dancing till I’m breathless, till my pussy sighs and purrs. “Come here,” he wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls me to himself, loving it too. “Does mama know you're a bad girl?” He mocks me and before I can talk in defence, his tongue shoves inside my cunt! Past the slimy cum that forms a series of cobwebs, deep inside!!! “A— O…” I stutter, breathless, shaking like a jelly.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

She grabbed her phone and headed to her best friend Ruby's house. “So… you were touching yourself while moaning his name?” Ruby's eyes were wide as Ava finished telling her everything that happened at dinner. Ava nodded, cheeks flushed. “And when I bent over… he couldn’t stop staring at my tits. It was so intense.” Ruby grinned mischievously. “Girl… you should just fuck him and get it out of your system.” Ava laughed nervously. “Ruby! He’s my stepdad!” “Exactly. He’s hot, you’re horny, and your mom is gone for two whole weeks. Just seduce him. Ride that dick once or twice, get the fantasy out, then move on. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

He whispered quietly in my ear, "Cum on Daddy’s cock while you’re talking to your mother." That dirty whisper pushed me over the edge. I came hard — really hard. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his thick cock, juices gushing down my thighs. My whole body trembled violently. I bit down hard on my arm to stay quiet, but a small broken moan still slipped out. "Jojo? What was that sound?" Mum asked. "I-I just... stubbed my toe," I lied, panting. "I’m okay... love you Mum... gotta go—"

I was going to exorcise it. I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then I turned my back to him, bent over, and placed my hands on the mattress. I arched my back, presenting myself. The cool air of the room kissed my wet, exposed pussy lips. I looked over my shoulder, my hair a messy curtain. “Fuck me,” I said, the words vulgar and perfect. “Fuck me like you fucked my mom.”

"Now, my dear, tell me everything. Let it all out. What's been causing you so much pain?" Vivian took a deep breath, feeling the safety of her mother's presence, and began to recount her story. She spoke of her encounter with Ted, the complex emotions that had stirred within her, the moments of weakness that had led to intimacy, and the unexpected pregnancy that had thrown her life into turmoil. Her words flowed freely, guided by the understanding and support she felt from her mother. Regina listened attentively, her gaze unwavering and her heart open to her daughter's pain.

“I slept so good… full of your cum.” He groaned approvingly and rolled me onto my back, looming over me. His broad shoulders and strong chest blocked out most of the light as he looked down at my naked body with raw, undisguised hunger. “Good. Because I woke up thinking about how tight and wet my baby girl’s pussy felt wrapped around my cock. How you moaned and squirted for Daddy like a perfect little slut.”

Ana The air in the bedroom was heavy with sweat and sex as I lay sprawled across the tangled sheets. Christian lay beneath me, his cock still half-hard inside my dripping pussy. My mother’s words echoed in my head— “We’re just getting started”—her smile like a threat. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think straight, my body exhausted. She strutted back into the room, her nipples firm against her lace bra. Her eyes—sharp, predatory—raked over us, taking in the wreckage she’d orchestrated.