Sexy Hot Mama Novels & Stories

Since all six of us were starting to groan as we jacked off, Tank turned off the movie and put on some p**n, featuring a super hot MILF, that looked a lot like my mom, getting railed by a big, burly black dude with an enormous cock. "That's what I'm talkin' about," Tank said, smiling. "Look at the way those big titties are heaving while he's pounding the living fuck out of that pussy." I had to admit, I was enjoying watching the kinky sex unfold a lot more than seeing some computer generated space ships zipping around in a distant galaxy. "Just imagine that super hot MILF is Reid's sexy mom, Belinda. I'd love to be the one planting my seed in her," Tank told us, gritting his teeth as his coc

“All for me,” I hated how right he was. I was soaked, shameless and ready to open up my thighs for Williams, my boss. His thumb slipped in, pushing my panties to the side. “Williams, please,” I whimpered the moment it rested on my swollen clit, my hand still rubbing the tip of his cock. “Tell me what you want.” He said, his voice firm yet low. “Just say it, Maya.” “Fuck me,” I muttered, breathlessly, shamelessly. “Like it’s your last, Williams.”

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

Liam’s mouth found my nipple as he sucked softly, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak. “You taste so good, Kara,” he mumbled, his hands sliding down to tug my shorts off, leaving me fully bare. “Open for me.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs as his fingers brushed my entrance, already wet. “Oh fuck, Liam,” I gasped, my hips twitching. “Touch me there.” Adam moved behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his shredded pants. “You’re so hot like this, Kara,” he growled, biting my. “Bend over for me, let me feel you.”

"She’s upstairs in her big soft bed, dreaming about charity events and fancy friends. And down here? You and me. Finally." I ran my hands slowly up my own body, over my hips, up my stomach, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric, watching his eyes track every single movement like a hawk. "You want to know what I fantasize about most?" I whispered, swaying my hips side to side, slow and teasing. "I imagine you taking control. No more Mr. Nice Stepdaddy. No more rules. Just you… taking what you want. Because deep down… I think you love that I’m bad. I think you love that I’m trouble."

"Mama crept into my room around three a.m. and woke me up... only to tell me she had a dream and saw my future husband in it." Ana's eyes widened incredulously as she burst into loud laughter. "No shit!" I laughed with her, hell the story will forever remain funny to even me. "It doesn't end there Ana. This husband of mine came down from the heavens in a fire-drawn chariot-" "Wait ff-fire what?! But that's some Elijah shit!" My poor sister choked out, still laughing uncontrollably. By this point, I had doubled over myself, trying desperately to keep my guffaws from getting out of hand as I continued. "Mama said the man was dressed in an Armani suit-"

My heart instantly freezes, and Annabelle looks over our mother, at me, and I return her gaze with eyes full of terror. I look back at my mother and find her face void of expressions. I watch her walk over to the door, and my lungs cling to each other as she opens it. In comes our. "Hello, family! "He yells, as he steps in with arms wide open. "This can't be happening! "Annabelle says in pure disgust, and just after that, she stomps her foot as she makes it towards the door. She stops right by our father and eyes him with contempt. Of us all, Annabelle's hatred for our father seems to be the most. Which makes no sense as our mother ought to hate him more for all he's done to her.

My dad, Mia, things could've gone differently for him. But in some odd, messed up way, it worked out for the best for me at least. Because the sexy ass detective who was on his case, became the man of my dreams. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The END. . . . This marks the end of SADAM guys I'm broken up and so happy at the same time. I reaaaaalllllly hope you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I cant explain my gratitude for each and every one of you. -Anna

The red light made everything look hotter and dirtier than it already was. Ethan’s hips started moving. His hand found the back of the woman’s head. She took it without complaint, eyes still flicking up to mine every few seconds like she wanted me to see exactly what she was doing. Then he came. Hard. With a sound I’d never heard from him before. She stayed on him until he finished, swallowed everything, and pulled off with a soft, satisfied noise. “Mmm. Thank you, daddy.” She stood up, wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and walked away clumsily like it was just another favor.

The sound of skin slapping filled the kitchen, even though I had been dry a minute ago, the second I heard his voice my body get soaking wet for him. All for him. "Fuck, Selena, you're so tight," he was pounding so hard that I rocked my hips to meet his pace. We were snapped out by a loud scream from the door way. "What the fuck is happening here?!" My mom screamed, her face twisted in anger, shock was written on her pale face. I jumped off the counter, grabbing my torn clothes to cover my naked body. Henry reached for his pant quickly to cover his nude. "How dare you steal my man Selena! Both of you should be ashamed of yourself! How could you do this in my house?"