Submissive Mom Novels & Stories

I liked the gentle giant and worked hard to keep him that way. Kathy, my Mom, is a beautiful lady, a typical southern belle. Prim and proper outside the home, she is a different person within. She is a conventional stay at home mom. In no other way is she traditional. She is submissive to my Dad. Just as subject to his punishments as we were. But she lorded power over Todd and me more sadistically than Dad- at least early on. Mostly she loves, but in my early years she could change in a heartbeat if she thought she needed to. For her, punishment meant humiliation, more than pain.

I would just have to trust her. I walked up to the front door and opened it to the sight of my mom kneeling on the floor, her hands cuffed behind her. I shuddered at the sight of her big breasts thrusting out before her, both her nipples properly pierced. She had a ring gag in her mouth, forcing her jaw open. Her shaved pussy dripped with juices. She acted prim and proper because she was a true submissive wife. She lived that Stepford life. Dad held the leash attached to Mom's collar. He wore a pair of leather pants and nothing else. He was strong and in great shape for an accountant. He didn't have his glasses on. He grinned at me. This was it. I felt his pride.

"You're submissive." Dante's footsteps halted, Nate hearing a long exhale from him. "Now that," he glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, "I am." He returned his gaze to the front door and shrugged his shoulders, lifting his hands as well, "I thought you'd be able to satisfy me after you screamed at me today and I adored when you threatened to kill me." He began walking forward again, "But you're useless to me. And you have to pay your debt for threatening to take my life, so—"

She grins into the kiss as my hand glides up and cups her breast through her bra. Kennedy’s perfect. Exactly my type. Small waist, tight ass, perky tits. Pretty much the opposite of me. My Indian and Spanish genes gave me curves for days. But based on the way her hands are currently kneading my ass through my leggings, she’s very much into my body. “Bedroom,” she moans against my skin. “I need you naked and under me.” Gods, I love an assertive Mommy. “Yes, ma’am.” That wicked grin spreads across her face. “I like that. Keep it up.”

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

Alex asks with a frown. "I don't know, darling." "What don't you like, Ekatherina?" "His look; it's like he's hiding something. He looks like a snake ready to pounce, waiting for the right moment to strike." "For God's sake, kitten! Now it turns out you know how to read eyes." "Well, I wasn't wrong about you. I knew you were dangerous, but look at me here; you got me pregnant, and I had no choice but to stay by your side." Mom replies with every intention of making dad angry.

Mom sighed again, "Yes, she told me. I'm going to have to let her go. I can't keep going." I gently gripped one of Mom's nipples, "Well, there could be a substitution." My mother's mouth hung open and she gasped, "You?" I laughed, "Why not? I'm not married. I like licking pussy. I look just like you. Easy peasy." Mom's eyes glazed over. I pinched her nipple hard, breaking her thoughts, "You fucking pervert. You want to watch." Mom blushed right down to her pussy. She dropped her head, "Guilty as charged. I'd cum so fucking hard."

"Mom who is your Mistress?" Mom was still moaning and groaning. "I don't have a Mistress. I haven't had one since college." "I thought you were a natural submissive. If you don't have a Mistress, who tells you what to do?" Mom tried to think through her arousal. "I don't know, I guess I need to find a Dom or Domme." "I have one more truth for you, mom, and this time as you repeat it your arousal will double each time. The fifth time you will beg to cum. Do you understand?"

She looped her arm through Mom's and cooed, "Thank you! You're the best!" Cameron hurried to reassure her, too. "See? You have nothing to worry about. Cass' money is Mom's money. From now on, you can spend whatever you like!" Mom led them straight to the luxury store she frequented. Since I was a top VIP there, the manager and I became old acquaintances. Mom used to be treated like royalty every time she came. When she stepped inside, she barked at the store manager. "Bring out all you new arrivals for this season."