Romans & histoires Voluptious Moms

I slammed hard into Mom's twat, her butt-cheeks jiggling as she groaned her own delight into my big sister's pussy. "God, Mom," Matti groaned. "Oh, god, that's so good. Keep sucking on my clit. I... I... Yes!" Matti bucked, her round boobs heaving. Her boobs slapped together as the pleasure coursed through her body. She climaxed on Mom, drowning her in pussy cream. That was so hot. I drew back my dick and buried deep into Mom's snatch. "Oh, Jasper, yes!" gasped Mom, her pussy convulsing around my cock.

The last three blows did some real damage, the last punch snapping her head around before she fell like a sack of potatoes. Mom was totally exhausted. She also was totally nude. Whereas Vivian had been exposed as a bald spinster with the alluring figure of a librarian, my mom had a spectacular figure, 36-24-36. Unlike that old bag, mom had a full head of flowing, healthy dyed blonde hair, a bra actually filled to the bursting point (and it was all real, all mom in there) and the legs of a Hollywood starlet. Now mom played a woman of that planet who had reached me by besting her rival. I had to reciprocate and breed her.

"What a lucky break. But with your personality, you still won't go far." But when Zoey got into community college, Mom acted like she'd won the lottery. She spent all day bragging about how smart Zoey was. Said she was destined for big things. Said the family would depend on her someday. Later, when Zoey demanded to study abroad, Mom told me to pay for it. I couldn't say no after that pleading look. I gave in. Then she threw Zoey this huge party. Relatives kept praising her for raising a daughter who studied overseas.

As they argued from the hotel back home, the atmosphere grew colder and heavier. Mom kept talking, recounting her years of suffering and love for him. "Liam, do you even realize how much I've sacrificed for you over the years?" Mom sobbed uncontrollably. This was a moment of utter defeat and vulnerability I had never seen from her before. "You've always been my priority; I don't even think about anything else! Is this how you repay me in the end?" Mom clutched Dad's collar, crumpling it in the process. Even so, Dad remained motionless as he stood there cold and detached while Mom screamed her heart out.

"Are you alright?" Glancing at Lisbeth, Elora winced in pain but reassured him with teary eyes, "Don't worry, I'm fine." Leopold gently touched her belly before lifting Elora in his arms and placing her on a nearby bench. Then he turned and strode toward Lisbeth, fury in every step. "You claim you're not as despicable as I think, but what do you call this? You'd actually harm a pregnant woman?" "Are you blind? I barely touched her! She obviously fell on purpose—"

He was surprised, wondering what was giving this little girl such courage. "Hm, I see. So tell me, what will I gain if I agree to marry your mother?" "You will gain a lot of things, Mr. Handsome. My Mommy is a really kind and warm person. But she's also brave, independent, confident, very intelligent, and smart!" "And oh, did I forget to add?... She's very beautiful, just like me! If you set your eyes on her, I promise, you won't be able to look away!"

Torn between protecting her child from the harsh realities and being truthful, Asa hesitated, searching for the right words. The vast living room, awash with light filtering through the opulent curtains, became the stage for a quiet interaction between mother and son. Asa, with her elegant silhouette framed against the imposing windows, attempted to mask her rising trepidation with casual conversation. She remarked, her voice imbued with a forced cheerfulness, "Such a radiant day outside, isn't it, darling?"

I asked her, wanting to know. "Wow, you're such a party pooper". She took Ethan away from me and then continued talking, " Why don't we go out and have fun, we shouldn't be locked in everyday". she stated and then went back in to get her purse. We came to the shopping mall, Mom made us stop at every clothing store and almost bought the entire place, it was my husband's card yet my mom derived pleasure in misusing it... "Sophia, how do I look?".

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."