Spanking My Mom Novels & Stories

"Oh I will, I will slap you and even spank you like a child should you give me a reason to. So I advice you watch and weigh whatever you want to say to me." I smiled. Good try Mami, good try. I knew her rants were just a way to cover up her fears, but I let her be anyways. What got to me though, was the fact that her words were already turning me on, how could a person's angry threat affect me this way. Perhaps, it must have been when she used the word 'spank like a child". I laughed at my reaction and the bulge in my trousers reminded me that this wasn't a laughing matter.

Clad in high heels, she stumbled and slammed into the blackboard. "How dare you push me!" she shrieked. "Security! Where are the guards?" I took off my coat and wrapped it tightly around the shaking Ava. Seeing the bloody scratches on her legs hurt me so much that it felt like my heart was bleeding and dripping with blood. "The skirt's ruined, Mommy… Am I a bad girl?" she whimpered in a hoarse voice as she curled into my arms. "No. You're the best, Ava. They're the evil ones, and I'm going to make them pay."

My whole body jolted forward each time he drove in, tits bouncing, pussy making wet filthy sounds around his cock. "Fuck yes... take it just like that," he growled. Then Mom turned over in her sleep. She shifted closer to us, now facing our direction, her breathing still slow and steady. She was only a foot away, eyes closed, completely unaware. He didn't even pause. If anything, it made him fuck me even harder. His hand came down sharp on my ass cheek loud crack spanking me while he kept pounding my pussy without mercy. The sting mixed with the pleasure, making me clench tighter around him. He spanked the other cheek, then again and again, turning my ass red and hot while he railed me from

"Things are tighter now. Try to spend less. I'm not asking you to get a job, but at least be frugal." Those words struck a nerve. Ashley hurled her mouse to the floor. "What's that supposed to mean? You're my mom. If you can't support me, why have me? I'm just using your money, and you're nagging me? I haven't even complained about your lame life yet."

The mirror on the opposite wall caught our reflection—me on my knees, ass up, and my handsome stepson kneeling behind me, cock rock-hard and ready. “God, look at that ass,” he muttered, running his hands over my cheeks, spreading them to expose my dripping holes. He gave one a firm smack, the sound cracking through the room. I gasped, the sting blooming into delicious heat. “This is mine now. Say it, Mom.” “It’s yours, son,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Spank your stepmom’s fat ass while you fuck me.”

He won't love me if I'm weak. - "Go to your room, my love," Mom asks, looking at me with a red face. I don't want her to cry too. - "No. You won't hide her." Dad won't let me leave the kitchen. I know his angry look. If I leave, he'll hit me. - "Jean, please let her go" - "Do you want to be spanked for her?" he shouts very loudly, and Mommy cowers like a little animal.

Slap after slap, she shouted, “It was you! You little bastard! You harmed your sister! You killed Ellie! “I want you dead! I want you to die with your sister! “If you hadn’t turned up the headphone volume, your sister would have heard us through the monitor! “If she had responded, she wouldn’t have died! “You bringer of disaster! Go to hell!” After saying that, she grabbed a wrench from behind her and swung it toward Liam’s head. Dad reacted quickly and kicked Mom away. He spat at her angrily, “You’re insane. You’re a complete lunatic!” Grandpa and Grandma hurried to restrain Mom, signaling Dad to quickly take Liam, who was crying uncontrollably, and leave. Pinned down and unable to move, Mo

I wasn't going to lie, my parents were sweet when they wanted to, but it could be overbearing at times. “ You finally decided to visit us, and you come alone?” he slammed the hammer on the head, glancing behind me. “ There is no one there, father” “ Not for long” he strides off, wrapping a hand on my mom's shoulders before spanking her on the ass. “ Father!” I yelled, that was outrageous. I was still here, wasn't I? “ What? This is my wife, you can get yours and do the same, now sit” he stretched his hands to the chair at the far end, after pulling the chair for my mom to sit.

She hates being in charge. My mom, I knew what she is. I remember hearing Dad spank her and tell her he was going to fuck her raw and her begging him for more. I don't know if mom needs the pain or the humiliation that comes with spanking and pain. But I know she needs it. So I guess you could say by letting me have some control and yet having your love and protection I'm getting my deepest desires too. Does that answer your question?" Gio nodded. "I think so. I was just curious because it was such a change in one day."

What the hell am I supposed to expect from a spanking. I can honestly say I never receive one, not one. Oh, maybe as a child I get a swat on my ass when Mom says, “I said it’s bedtime,” but never more than one swat at a time. I mean, even then, they’re not really spanks so much as a vague threat that there can be spanks. I mean, they don’t even hurt. It takes one spank from Jackson to make me realize this is not going to be easy.