Voluptious Moms Novels & Stories

followed by Marcus’s deep growls and the wet slapping sounds of skin pounding against skin. I froze for a second, my fingers still pressed tightly against my dripping clit. They were going at it again. Hard. Loud. Completely shameless. Round two or maybe three. It didn’t matter. They were fucking like animals, and I could hear every single filthy detail. Heat flooded my entire body. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, aching with fresh need as I listened to the dirty symphony. The way Mom was moaning like a desperate whore for him made something dark and jealous twist violently in my stomach… but it also made me soaking wet. Wetter than I’d ever been.

I couldn't hold back the irritation at her words. "What do you mean by that, Jenna? You two are practically soulmates and are meant to be. So why would you say that?" I had managed to regain my calm, but her calling us soulmates made me feel like I could cry. "Men don’t cheat on their soulmates, Aunty. I refuse to spend the rest of my life with a man who habitually cheats on me!" I let out my grievances, searching her face for comfort. Comfort? I’d never seen the opposite of comfort so clearly expressed before. But as I took in the unsympathetic look on my aunt’s face, I realized comfort was a luxury she couldn’t afford to offer me at this moment.

It was a photo from Uncle Gary. In the picture, Mom sat alone in the stairwell of the old building. Her head was lowered, her back slumped, the whole scene bleak and quiet. There was a line of text underneath. "Caleb, your mom's bad knee is acting up again. She's in so much pain she can't make it downstairs. You make millions a year, yet you won't even rent her a place with an elevator. It's embarrassing for the family…" My chest tightened so hard that I couldn't catch my breath.

she replied breathlessly, winking back at him over her shoulder. The four busty moms were now lined up in a perfect row on their hands and knees, side by side. Their enormous tits hung down heavily, swinging like pendulums, while their big, round asses pointed invitingly outward. Their sweat-glistened bodies waited eagerly for their next turn to get hammered hard from behind. “I think I’m going to like this ‘world of sex’… a lot,” the teen expressed with a satisfied grin. His mom peeked back at him with a naughty, loving smile, wagging her fleshy ass invitingly. “You’ll like it a lot more when there’s plenty of mommy-meat involved, baby.”

She flung the blanket back onto my body with all her strength. "How much did you sneak and eat? I was only gone for a few hours, and you turned yourself into this? Were you so greedy that you were about to clear out the whole fridge? Look at you now! You look like an overinflated pig! Gosh, you disgust me!" Mom was shaking with anger, her chest heaving violently. "How did I give birth to such a useless thing with zero sense of self-control? Where's the body fat scale? Where's the monitor? Didn't you see it was flashing red? Why'd you still eat? Were you trying to stuff yourself to death?"

She said as she held them tighter. "It's okay mom, we all have days like that... What made you start thinking of things that makes you sad? Don't you know that when you are not happy it makes us worry?" Olivia said as she pulled out a little to look at her mother's face. The both of them could be said to look very much alike but, one is dark and the other is fair.

Vincent gasped as she began to m@sturb@te his manhood. "M-Mommy ... D-Do you know the sixty-nine position?" Vincent asked her hesitantly. A crooked smile appeared on her red lips. "I like that idea, Baby." Romana acted with a rush. She seated her femininity to Vincent's face and his hard lengthy weapon to her face. "U-Ugh! A-Aahhh!" "F-Fuck! I-It's fucking good, Mommy ..." They take turns moaning while devouring each other. They feel like they are in heaven in that position.

“Complete vanilla. First time in a place like this.” Reed raised an eyebrow. “You hired vanilla?” “They’re competent. Glowing references. And after the mess with the last girls… a little innocence might actually be good for business.” From my seat I had a perfect view of them. The brunette was pretty. The blonde? She demanded attention without trying. “I’m telling you,” Atlas went on, “they’re magnets. Especially the blonde. Juliet.” “Which one’s Juliet?” Reed asked. “The blonde.” Atlas’s grin widened. “Polite. Obedient. ‘Sir’ rolls off her tongue like she was born saying it.”

We had the living room set up like a private lounge—dim lights, champagne, oils warmed on the table. “Gentlemen,” Mom purred as we stood before them in nothing but heels and diamond chokers we’d bought with last week’s earnings. “Tonight we belong to you.” They took us like conquerors. I was bent over the couch first, one cock in my pussy, another in my mouth. Mom was beside me in the same position. The men rotated, using our holes freely. They were experienced—knowing exactly how to angle their thick cocks to hit every sensitive spot. One of them, a bearded man named Marcus (not our old Marcus), fucked my ass while another filled my cunt. Double stuffed and drooling, I looked over to see Mo

"Not sure how, she's got the perfect ass and these hips are sinful." "Plus she's had two babies! Moms shouldn't be that hot" Minnie exclaimed, making Melody blush even more furiously. She had felt doughy and soft around werewolf moms who bounced back in a week without even a hint of a c-section scar if it had been needed. Hearing their words, feeling sexy in her borrowed dress, and more than a little drunk Melody felt her heart soar as a kind of joy she had never known before washed over her. The joy of true friendship.