Sex Story Mother の小説・ストーリー

She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet. ‎The day I saw my girlfriend's mom masturbating, I had gone over to her place to see Juliet. Juliet's room is located at the end of the hallway, while her mom's room is the first one in the hallway. ‎I was passing the hallway to go see Juliet in her room when I heard the quiet moans and grunts coming from her mom's cracked door. I couldn't stop myself from peeking inside the room a little. That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her

She can't fucking do anything without Yelena's words. Victoria vividly remembered how his mother had sold her to Cion Brothel. She grew up witnessing her mother's odd job, selling her body. Her mother is a cheap street prostitute and she also brings customers to their dilapidated home. While young Victoria was sleeping on the other side of the bed with only a curtain blocking the view so that the men her mother brought to the house could not see her. She hears all the loud lewd noises, and slapping of fleshes every single night and she bears all of it until she reaches sixteen. One of her mother's customers defiles her purity and rapes her. The mother did nothing at all as her rapist paid he

Mark’s voice had been low and frustrated. “Laura… you just lie there. You don’t even move anymore. It feels like I’m alone. You don't Fuck me like you should. I'm the one doing all the work and you just lay there... That's even when you're finally in the mood and not ignoring my needs. I need you... Please.” Her mother’s reply had been tired and flat: “I’ve told you before, I’m not a very sexual person. I never was. If you need that so badly, go find it somewhere else. Just be discreet. I really don’t care.”

Family Betrayal💦🫦 “Ride me slow and deep, Sophia. I want to feel every inch of that tight pussy while your mother is in the next room.” Victor Lang sat back on the big leather couch in the private theater room, pants open, his thick cock hard and glistening. The movie played loudly on the massive screen, explosions and dialogue masking any sounds we might make. My mother was relaxing in the adjacent sitting room, reading her book with a glass of wine, completely unaware that her husband was about to fuck her daughter again.

Mark’s voice had been low and frustrated. “Laura… you just lie there. You don’t even move anymore. It feels like I’m alone. You don't Fuck me like you should. I'm the one doing all the work and you just lay there... That's even when you're finally in the mood and not ignoring my needs. I need you... Please.” Her mother’s reply had been tired and flat: “I’ve told you before, I’m not a very sexual person. I never was. If you need that so badly, go find it somewhere else. Just be discreet. I really don’t care.”

When Arielle's mother saw me drop to my knees, she planted one foot on my face and the other right on my member. It was the ultimate temptation—pure heaven on earth. "You little brat. You're getting lucky. Most people never get this kind of service. If you hadn't looked after my daughter, you'd never enjoy something like this." I was still lost in that pleasure when she mentioned her daughter. My heart skipped a beat. What if we got caught? There was no time to worry about that now, because Arielle's mother had already stripped off every stitch of my clothes.

Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, locking me inside her as her body met every deep, punishing thrust with a fierce, desperate rhythm of her own. She didn’t use the name of the Don. She didn't use the name of her captor. “Seb… please,” she sobbed against my lips, her body tightening around mine in sharp, agonizing waves of a release that shattered through her veins. I held her fiercely against my chest, my knuckles turning white against her skin as a low, primitive groan ripped from my throat, spilling myself deep inside her until the boundary between our survival and our destruction completely vanished.

He crawled toward me and my mother like a dog, but I recoiled in disgust. He gasped. “I’m staying right, Beatrice? I’m staying!” I nodded with a smile, and in the next second, someone slipped a dog collar around his neck. “Didn’t you let your precious daughter treat my mother like a dog? Since you want to stay in the Roth family, be a good guard dog!” Tarni was about my age. This proved that Felix had cheated while my mom was pregnant. Once I went abroad, he brought his mistress and her daughter back.

“Even if Maverick wouldn’t come back into your life as a lover, he would still need to come into your life as the father of your children. But that is only if you want it to be.” Do I really want Maverick back in my life? I really don’t know. Mother continued, her gaze remaining outside the window. “But if you want nothing to do with him, they’re many men in this pack that would do anything to be your mate. I am a woman, and I know what we need. In a while, you shall require a sexual need.” Shit. Are we talking about this right now? Discussing sex with my mom? I blushed in embarrassment. “I don’t want to—“