Nudist Mothers Novels & Stories

"That woman is your mother-in-law, but look at how badly you've tortured her! She's my daughter and Connor's foster mother! How can you refuse to repent and continue insulting her? You're a horrible woman!" Ruby's face turned pale instantly. Connor had told her once before that he had a foster mother who was only three years older than he was. She always thought it was a kind of kink. That was why when Connor claimed that I was his mother, she refused to believe it and was sure that I was just a slutty vixen. She never expected all of this to be true.

"Why the fuck would you even consider the possibility of that?" Nate growled in anger, his eyes flashing a golden yellow. "I was just making sure, Nate. You said you want them beautiful, mated or not. As long as they're beautiful then they're bang-worthy by you." I shrugged before resuming my breakfast not paying attention to his grumbling. "Yes, yes, but that doesn't mean I lurk in the dark like some pedophile preying on minor girls or raping women in the alley."

Frank finally looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at the tension between my mother and me. Pamela, undeterred, leaned forward. "Fine, not Chloe. But what about that older woman? The one you mentioned seeing a few months ago?" I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I set it down deliberately, meeting my mother's gaze. "I don't have any woman in my life, Mom. And honestly, I'd prefer if you respected my decisions." Pamela sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I just want what's best for you."

I took a shower and got dressed in something casual– a simple tank top and short before heading downstairs. When I headed downstairs, my mom was lying on the couch, watching N*****x with a cozy blanket wrapped around her legs. As soon as she heard footsteps, she perked up. “Honey, come watch TV with me” she said when she saw me, patting the cushion next to her. “I’m watching this cute romantic comedy. You’ll love it.” “Actually, I think I’m going to head out for a bit,” I said. “Maybe hit the beach.”

We are both completely naked, fucking in our backyard and spying on our mom, as she fingers herself. Mom is now lying on the bed on her back, with her knees pulled up, pumping two fingers in and out of her pussy. Her other hand is still pinching her tits and pulling at her nipples. When she stretches her nipples out, they're over an inch long, making her tits look like long, cylindrical cones, rising out of her chest. Suddenly Mom starts bucking against her hand, lifting her ass off the bed. She lets go of her tit and starts rubbing her clit, while still shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy. "This is amazing, Collins!" Lily whispers, breathing hard. "She's cumming and I'm about to cum

"When you arrest them, please don't let them see the video, and don't mention where the evidence came from. A young lady filmed it, and she's terrified of retaliation." With that handled, I opened my alternate account and replied to Mom, "Thank you for the inspiration. You really are a wise woman. If I had met you sooner, I wouldn't have made so many missteps with my own family." When she went live that night, I dropped the most expensive virtual gift every ten minutes. The chat immediately erupted with speculation about our relationship. "Something's going on here. This is a straight-up public confession!" "I can't believe you actually snagged a big shot at your age! Look at you, about to m

Over the phone, I had pleaded with Martin desperately. Martin, please, I'm begging you to come back! You have to come back... Mom is really dying! She needs you to sign the authorization, or we can't get the bone marrow match! You're the only one in the entire hospital who can sign off on this! If you don't come back, Mom is really going to die!"

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.