Submissive Mother Novels & Stories

Could it be that he knows the truth but doesn't want to accept it? A few minutes later, my mother, Beta Lia, walked in to where we were seated. She was very restful; at least she would calm him down. My mother is seen as the most beautiful beta our pack has had in years. She is strong, resilient, accommodating, and submissive, just like every other beta our packs have had in the last few years. Looking at me, she shook her head and held my father's hand. "This can't be! My father screamed aloud.

The point was further expressed when her mother leaned in close to her ear and in a very calm but serious voice said, "I think you need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart. I am your mother. I am dominant. You willingly submitted to both of us. You are in our bedroom and our bed. You will treat us with the respect and submission we both deserve. Do you understand me, sweetheart?" Angela wanted to nod her head, but her mother's grip on her hair prevented her from moving her head at all, so in her most timidly submissive voice Angela replied, "Yes, mommy. I'm sorry, mommy." Angela then shivered as she felt her mother lick seductively from her collar to her ear before whispering, "That'

She is proud that her mighty tits will be the instrument of her young son's very first orgasm. "Come on baby fuck em harder for Mommy please... " She struggles against the cuffs that bind her. She so badly wants to grab his hips and help him thrust forward harder and harder. Jimmy holds on to this slow and gentle fucking of his mother's tits as long as humanly possible. Maybe it lasts a half dozen or so strokes up and down, before the passion to do as she is now begging for to do overwhelms him. "Fuck them baby... that's it harder son harder... cum all over your mom's tits honey... please for me... please baby... "

“Isabella IS a fucking human being with natural needs and wants. A soul whose beauty knows no limits, a beauty that goes beyond beautiful and not just in looks alone as it’s clear her parents have raised her to be smart and resourceful as well as humble, and from the brief interaction I just had with her along with everything that you’ve manage to tell us just proves to me she has a natural way of being bratty while holding the potential of becoming your submissive. For she compliments you, each of you, but you're so far up each other's asses you don’t realize she’s the best damn thing you have and all she wants from you is for you to love and cherish her, to guide her along with your undivi

I grab her jaw and squeeze it tightly. -Look at me well, my beautiful, it's up to you to choose: either you agree to be with me, to be my submissive, to be my slave 24 hours a day, or I kill your parents. I show her the video of her parents sleeping in their bedroom. You see, I know where they are. They can die today, right at this moment, so you choose, it's yes or it's no. She starts to cry. -Why are you doing this, why? You were nice yesterday, why are you so mean today?

Damien leaned against the door, watching me quietly. “You’ve been quiet,” he said finally. I looked up at him. “You showed me a video of my mother brainwashing me as a child. What exactly do you want me to say?” He exhaled, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I want you to say that you’re angry. That you hate her. That you hate me if you need to. Just don’t keep it all inside.” I stared at him, a bitter laugh escaping me. “You think hate makes it easier? Hate keeps her alive, Damien. And I’m tired of her living rent-free in my head.”

she said again, her tone low and obedient. I looked between the two of them, struggling to reconcile the scene in front of me. Mother wasn’t usually like this. She was loud, fiery, and sometimes downright impossible. But now? Now she was soft, pliant, and completely subdued. It was unsettling. I crossed my arms and leaned back against the wall, staring at the floor as Father started talking again. “We’re in a new position now,” he said. “We’ll need to support each other and make sure no one takes advantage of us.”

Lizzy nodded eagerly, having absolute trust in Sophie's wisdom. Sophie tried hard to recall if her mother had ever acted that way with her. When she realized she hadn't, she remembered how her father had acted playfully with her mother. Her young mind made a quick connection: Mother = Adult, Father = Adult. Father acting cute = Adult acting cute = Mother acting cute. So, how did her father act when being playful with her mother? With a mature tone far beyond her years, Sophie advised Lizzy, "There's nothing you can do but to pamper them."

mother superior started in a scary tone. "What are we going to do to Ariana?" she asked, facing me. "Teach her to close her legs" there were multiple replies. "Hear that Ariana, by the time we are done with you, sex will be a distant thought for you, I can't wait to turn you into a proper woman" she smiled. "moulding us to Submit to these ruthless and vile men is not teaching us to be a proper woman, it's no worse than slavery" Some women nodded, others scoffed. And mother superior didn't like it. I could tell I had bitten off more than I could chew.

Now, she was getting it hard from behind and she tried to hide her joy from her mother not wanting her to see the lust in her no longer childlike eyes. The steady slap, slap, slap of man meat slamming into young female flesh stirred some of the others from their deep sleep but she was certain none of the others actually woke up to see her sinful guilt up close and personal. Her breathing became more nuanced with slow almost silent gasps of submission as he pushed forward and stretched her with skilled force that made her a prisoner of her own disgusted compliance. Each time he withdrew to gather his long lean muscles for another thrust of greedy sordid degradation; she opened her eyes widely