Mummy & Daddy’s Naughty Diary (Erotica)

I felt so naughty having him touching me like that. A hot shiver ran through me as he stroked up and down me. I loved the feel of him on me. I quivered in delight as he went higher and higher. The music started playing.

And Sweet Sally started dancing.

Well, prancing at first. Her skirt flared up, flashing the white panties she wore beneath. She giggled and waved at the crowd. Money flew on the stage as she reached the pole and swung around it. She waved at them as she hopped off, her skirt fluttering.

She sauntered to the middle and started twirling, her skirt flaring up. She stopped and pulled on the knot holding her blouse shut. Men wolf-whistled. She grinned as she tugged harder. Her blouse came undone. Her boobs bounced out.

She whipped it off and swirled it over her head.

Her round and perky tits came into view.

Carter’s hand slid up high enough to find the soaked strip of my thong. He shoved that aside and rubbed at my wet folds. I quivered, squeezing his cock through his jeans as Sweet Sally spun on the pole again. She went upside-down, holding it with her legs.

“Damn,” Carter groaned as she hung there, her pigtails dragging on the floor. Her boobs quivered. She flipped off, flashing her white panties at everyone. She then wiggled out of those, the men groaning. Her skirt almost showed off her pussy. “That’s hot.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, unzipping him again.

She spun on the pole, flashing her naked ass, but it was a blur. She came off, her skirt flaring up. She knew how to tease as she danced, the men horny for the big reveal. I gripped Carter’s cock as she slid her hands up her thighs and…

Flashed the crowd on one side of the stage. Then the other. A quick glimpse of her blonde landing strip leading to her cunt. I shuddered, my hand pumping up and down Carter’s cock. His fingers diddled my twat.

Sweet Sally skipped along, her boobs and pigtails bouncing, then ripped off her skirt. She just tore it off in a go and exposed her pussy for all to see. And her cute, pert ass. The money came flying down on stage.

Carter added his own shouts while slapping the table. He couldn’t clap. His other hand was busy with my pussy lips. Sweet Sally ran her fingers up her pussy lips and brought them to her mouth. As she suckled on them, the music ended.

“That was Sweet Sally!” the DJ announced.

“Have to get a lap dance from her,” I said.

“Hmm, maybe,” he said. “She is a St. Tatiana slut. Been there, fucked that.”

I giggled as the DJ then said, “Up next, we have the naughty teacher who makes all the boys in the class stay after. It’s… Ms. July!”

As Sweet Sally departed, a blonde and busty woman with glasses on strutted out in a short pencil skirt that showed off the thigh-high nylons on her legs. She wore heels and a low-cut, lilac blouse that was sluttier than any teacher would wear. She was…

“Fuck, that’s Ms. August,” groaned Carter, his finger diddling harder at my clit. “My social studies teacher. I didn’t know she was a fucking stripper.”

“I didn’t, either,” I gasped, pumping my hand up and down his cock. Ms. July slapped her ruler into her hand as she strutted out. She looked at the crowd like they were all bad, bad boys.

They showered her in dollar bills. She smirked and slapped her ruler on her ass before she swayed to the stripper pole. She swung around it, the ruler thrust between her boobs. She spun fast, her skirt riding higher and higher up her thighs.

She twirls off the pole and struts back across the stage, her ass swaying back and forth beneath her skirt. I couldn’t believe we had such a slut teaching at our college. This was so wild. It made me wonder if the rumors that the librarian was secretly a free-use whore were true.

Ms. July slapped her ruler on her hand and turned around to strut back across the stage, her hips wiggling. She reached the halfway point. I pumped my hand up and down Carter’s cock as the naughty teacher ripped off her skirt in a single go.

She wore a black thong and a garter belt. She slapped the ruler down on her naughty ass. I quivered at the stinging slap and loved the blushing welt that grew on her rump. She slapped her other butt-cheek.

“Damn,” Carter groaned as he diddled my clit.

My orgasm built and built from his hot touch. He was driving me nuts. I loved what he did to me. It was awesome. My entire body quivered in delight. I shuddered, about to have a huge burst. This was just a magical moment.

Ms. July ripped off her blouse, her big boobs held in the flimsiest of bras. Took that off next and shook her tits. She rubbed her ruler between them and licked the tip lick she was giving it a titty fuck. My hand flew up and down my boyfriend’s cock at this sight.

She ripped off her panties next, her pussy dripping with her excitement. She slapped the ruler on her shaved twat. She threw back her head, her glasses slipping on her nose as she moaned out in wanton delight.

“Fuck!” Carter groaned and erupted.

His cock spurted cum that splashed on my hand. I shuddered, his fingers rubbing hard on my clit. I shuddered, my toes curling in my heels. I gasped and burst out in rapture. I climaxed, too. Waves of delight washed through me as Ms. July slapped her titties with the ruler.

She was such a naughty teacher. We had to buy a lap dance from her. I trembled through my orgasm. More and more cum spurted from Carter’s cock. He drenched my hand with his seed. He grunted and slumped in his chair.

The music died as the DJ said, “Let’s give it up for Ms. July!”

“Yes,” I moaned as the room thundered with claps and applause. I felt so good. I could just melt away. That was how incredible I felt. It was an incredible moment to enjoy this passion. “Oh, that was amazing!”

“Now let’s welcome the hottest MILF in town,” the announcer said as Ms. July sauntered off stage with her ruler slapping her rump and her money in hand. “It’s Hope!”

The crowd thundered as I blinked. Hope was my mother’s name. But there was no way she was a stripper. She worked as a hostess. I mean, she had a scuzzy boyfriend. She always had terrible taste in men, but that didn’t make her a…

My mother burst out from backstage in a pair of tight jean shorts and a belly shirt that didn’t even cover the bottoms of her big breasts. They bounced and jiggled, her nipples about to pop out into view. She had a strut to her.

“Holy shit,” groaned Carter. “That’s your…”

“My mom’s a slut,” I gasped. And it all made so much sense to me.

* * *

Until that moment, Natalie had no idea her mother’s been working as a stripper for all her life. From before she even was born. But it clicks in her head. Her mother’s always had dirtbag boyfriends. Guys with tats and motorcycles.

Rough men. Bad boys.

Now Natalie sees her mother in all her slutty glory. A wanton whore that could never settle down with her father. No wonder Natalie’s dad never stuck around. He got a stripper pregnant. Who’d want to marry a woman like that? Natalie’s step-mom… There was a good woman, but Hope…

She’s a stripper through and through.

As she watches her mother in those daisy dukes and that delicious belly shirt, Natalie knows who’ll give my big brother a lap dance.

* * *

Carter Miller

I could not believe my future mother-in-law was a stripper. But I loved it. My cock was already getting hard again, my cum soaking into the cotton from my eruption. Natalie licked my jizz off the back of her hand as she watched her mother out there strutting on stage.

That outfit… God, her boobs were about to bounce out. She blew the cheering men kisses. She was in her element. She looked so wanton. So ready to get wild. She was eager for everything to come. she wanted it all.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“I know,” whimpered my girlfriend. “She’s such a slut. I had no idea she was a stripper, but, god, it makes so much sense why she’s a single mom with so many dirtbags for boyfriends.” She grinned at me. “That’s who’s giving you a lap dance.”

I nodded, more than eager to accept my girlfriend’s choice. Her mom was fucking hot. Ms. Bishop stretched her arms in the air. Her top popped up and over her boobs. They were big and thick with red pasties covering her nipples.

She sauntered across the stage, her plump booty rocking back and forth. The denim of her shorts hugged her butt-cheeks like a second skin, digging into her crack. She bent over, flashing such a tight cameltoe.

I wanted to feel that pussy around my cock. I had to pump my cum into my future mother-in-law’s pussy. I needed to make her squeal like a whore and put a baby in her belly. I would follow in Dad’s footsteps and always dump my cum into unprotected cunt. Into fertile wombs.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Natalie quivered beside me as her mother swung from the pole. She had her back to the pole and spread her legs wide, the denim hugging her plump pussy lips. She had no panties on. She was clearly shaved.

“Shit,” I groaned.

Her mom slid down it until she lay on the ground. She humped the air at us as she ripped off her pasties. Fat, dark-pink nipples sprang out. They were huge, topping those big, quivering boobs. She rose up, the men throwing dollars at her feet.

She blew the watchers kisses, a wanton grin on her lips. She was such a wicked slut. She strutted, looking to have just a wild time. I loved it. My heart hammered in my chest as she ripped off her jean shorts.