Sexy Mom Body Novels & Stories

She got off the ground, now completely naked in front of her parents. Dominic stared at his step daughter's chest. He knew she was better endowed than her mother, but holy fuck he'd never realized. His daughter had a goddamn RACK. In fact, Emily's whole body was incredible. Those huge tits and light pink nipples, wide hips, and tidy little pussy. Blonde hair hanging down almost like a mermaid. People said Emily had a bad body? Were they insane? This was the most fuckable woman Dominic had ever seen, Internet included. His cock shot up, hard as steel. Dominic looked over and saw Pamela staring at him. Shaking her head. "It's OK," she whispered, "It's OK."

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

Mating ceremony. The words struck Silas like a physical blow. He stood in the Healing House, the tin of burn salve clutched in his fist, his mind suddenly blank as fresh snow. Amara—his Amara, the shadow that had trailed his steps for four winters, silent and warm—was going to take another’s mark? Bind her soul to another’s under the Blood Oak? A strange hollowness opened in his chest. He couldn’t name the sensation. Relief, perhaps, that the persistent ache of her presence would finally cease. Or was it something sharper, something that tasted like blood and loss?

But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom. Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup tits that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple. Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement.

Cara's parents had been calling her phone nonstop. She was not picking up. She had been sitting on the floor of the rented apartment we had shared. The room was dark. She was knotted into a corner. Wave after wave of someone else's pleasure rolled through her body. She didn't know whose; she knew what it was. She had been with enough men to recognize the feeling. Her own body kept answering it. Hazel took me to a hotel banquet hall on a quiet morning. When we walked in, I saw a row of people standing there.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

As he considered the evening's conversation, a smug smirk adorned his lips as he reveled in the cunning of his silent plan. The Russian mafia boss's father had established an intriguing precondition for his son to inherit the family empire. He decreed that his son must find a suitable wife and gave at least, an heir before he could claim his birthright. Given this mandate, the mafia boss found himself in a perplexing situation. Asa, the captive woman, had unexpectedly stirred an arousal in him, something that no other woman had managed to incite. This unforeseen connection made him contemplate Asa as a potential life partner and perhaps, he already has an heir, Alfred.

JULIE I just had the best sex of my life and instead of feeling used and disgusted at myself, I felt satisfaction like never before. Prior to that day, I never realized how much I needed the orgasm that came from a session of intense sex. It was as as if my whole body had a total revamp; like every organ got changed and became brand new. I had goosebumps all over me for a long time as I laid on the bed with Adam. My legs were still feeling shaky from the climax it just went through and my pussy felt sore. I didn’t care. I had gotten the satisfaction I needed and I was open to more, regardless of how tired I was.

The mouth of a semi demon that could stray the soul of a man, that’s what Emma possessed and called a mouth. I wanted more, I craved more. Her wide hips, full boobs and the perfect big bum was enough to make my little one stir again for the second time. My stupid wife with the most gorgeous and voluptuous body, who’s probably thinking she has a say in this house or in her life.

He learned to smile, and laugh like a child, Enjoying in her arms, His Demons slept forever, his soul started to breathe, When she chirped like a Nightingale in his ears; Wake Up Sexy, Please!