Nudist Mothers Novels & Stories

I told myself to look away. I didn’t. Instead, my thighs pressed together, my breath catching with every swing. My hand slid under my tank top without permission, fingertips brushing my stomach, clit*ris at the same time. The back door slammed open. I jumped, heart pounding. My mother’s laugh floated into the yard, high and sweet. She called his name, and he turned, axe resting on his shoulder, sweat dripping down his chest. I ducked from the window, face burning, my body screaming in protest at being denied.

He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk. "Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose. "Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered. His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.

His expression was ice-cold, completely emotionless, as if he were watching the weather report instead of… this. On the massive flat-screen TV mounted above the fireplace, explicit footage played in high definition. Selene, her mother, was on her hands and knees in what looked like a dimly lit hotel suite, surrounded by four men. One thrust into her from behind while another gripped her hair, feeding his cock into her mouth. The other two stroked themselves, waiting their turn, laughing and groping her bouncing breasts. The audio was crystal clear: wet slurps, skin slapping, Selene’s muffled moans of “Harder… fuck me harder…” as she pushed back greedily against them.

The post had been updated. Mom was crying online again, saying her younger daughter got framed while her older daughter was jealous, bitter, and cruel. Then that same commenter popped up again. [LindaKnowsBest: Then say she's mentally unstable. Claim she was terrified her prettier younger sister would steal her husband, so she set the whole thing up on purpose.] [LindaKnowsBest: Make the medical records and chat logs look legit.] Mom replied almost instantly. [Thank you! I'll do it right away!]

"I'm completely lost and confused, everything around me seems to be in chaos, and I can't make sense of it—" "Artemis, you are a despicable and shameless prostitute! Your behavior is so shameful that it is causing disgrace to the entire group. Your profession is nothing but that of a prostitute whore! What the fuck is this!?" Her mother exclaimed. As her mother showed her the video spreading like wildfire online, titled “Sin,” I longed to confess to her that the blame rested solely on my shoulders.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

They grabbed onto their cocks and happily started stroking, their eyes moving up and down their mother's body, taking in the sight of her spectacular tits, toned belly, sexy little thong panties, and long slender legs. "That's it, baby boys. Mommy loves watching you guys stroke those big cocks while you stare at her big naked boobs. Mommy wants to see those cocks explode one more time before I go to bed. Do it, boys. Make that hot cum shoot from those sexy cocks." They stroked their cocks enthusiastically. Their mother's incredible, nearly naked body before them and her mind-blowing dirty talk did the trick for them. After just a couple of minutes, they were moaning and groaning from their i

She had a strut to her. "Holy shit," groaned Carter. "That's your..." "My mom's a slut," I gasped. And it all made so much sense to me. * * * Until that moment, Natalie had no idea her mother's been working as a stripper for all her life. From before she even was born. But it clicks in her head. Her mother's always had dirtbag boyfriends. Guys with tats and motorcycles. Rough men. Bad boys.