American Dad Snot Mom Novels & Stories

Dad gasped and released a long loud moan and stopped moving his hips. Mom moaned softly and began to bob her head slowly. Dad groaned and slumped back into his chair gasping for breath. Mom sat back on her knees and throwing her head back made a show of swallowing. She opened her mouth and said, "All gone!" "Goddamn Cyn," Dad panted, "You are a dirty little girl aren't you?" "I'm your girl baby." Mom said and standing up sat on his lap and hugged him. "I...I'm sorry I lost it," dad said softly, "I...I just..."

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

aww my dad is so caring see my mom she went out with her gang by forgetting this son we both went inside he bought biscuits for me he is feeding me so sweetly dad mom is so lucky to have you he said "you are looking pale apple are you not eating well" I said "no dad iam eating well" he smiled I don't know what he understood whatever he smiled its enough for me for this smile there will be a queue of girls I think so but my mom is the best so she got my dad we both are cuddling on the bed we don't know when we both slept together I woken when mom came and talked then I went back to my bed both my mom and dad slept after talking to eachother I too slept peacefully by listening to their chat

“It’s nothing. Seriously, it’s fine. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.” Dad’s nose scrunched as if he’d just smelled something nasty, like a fart. I watched as his eyes formed into narrow, suspicious slits as they landed on me. “I take it you and Caleb are a thing then?” “What makes you say that?” I shrugged at his random question that seemed to come from out of nowhere. We were serious, but I felt more comfortable having that conversation with Mom, not Dad. “Oh, nothing, don’t mind me. It’s just a father’s hunch. You arrive home gone ten-thirty, smelling of Hugo Boss, and you’re wearing his jacket,” he muttered, widening his eyes with sarcasm.

"Oh, Adam, you're doing it already. Thinking about all of us, especially your 'old' mom." "Pfft, you're not 'Old' Mom, you're only '30', that's not old," Adam says with a wink and a smile. "Plus, you're hot as hell. No one would ever see you as 'Old'. I sure as hell don't, and I doubt Allie does either." They look at Allie, and she vigorously shakes her head. 'No.' "Not a chance, Mom. He's right, and you're fucking Hot, not old." Mom tears up at the love her kids are piling on her.

Dad asks, turning to Mom. She pauses, her demeanor shifting. She sniffs the air delicately and nods. "Yes. Something definitely smells... distinct." She shoots me a questioning look, though she carefully shields her expression from Dad. "Good. So now you know why I am interrogating her like a criminal," Dad says, vindicated. I grit my teeth. Please, Mom. Fix this. "I can smell your hormones all over the room, Selene," Dad continues, his voice dripping with disgust. "Your hormones are usually loud—a beacon for attention that has been the singular most shameful thing I have had to deal with. But for it to reach this extent? Something happened."

The way you rushed in. Dad: I saw Andy's text that you had woken up so I had to rush here. I've missed you so much dear He kissed her lips and I coughed Dad: what? Is this wrong? Me: you old folks shouldn't be doing this man! Mom chuckled and began to kiss dad again Mr: ugh! I better leave before I puke Mom : hahaha, please check on Chubiyo for me. If he's awake already, notify me. I need to see my baby

“Yeah, yeah, Dad. I’ll take care of it. See you at home.” I have to fight the urge to laugh out loud. Dad. Of course. It’s almost too perfect. Mike, the tough guy who prides himself on his bravado, still answering to Daddy. I lean back further, smirking to myself. This night might turn out to be worth it after all.

They smacked loudly against the wall. Mom worked in real estate—one of the top agents in the area. Dad was a lawyer, and tonight he was stuck at the office with a late case. We weren’t hurting, financially. Our family had it pretty good. My eyes landed on the small figure trailing behind her. “Still mad at me, little toad?” I teased Jayson. He puffed his cheeks and flipped me off behind Mom’s back. I rolled my eyes. Totally used to it by now. Holding the bowl close with one arm, I reached in with the other and grabbed a big handful of popcorn.

Dad pointed at her, spittle flying as he roared, "Asthma? That's nothing but a rich people's disease! You spoiled it into him! All that crap about not being able to stand the cold or exercise is just an excuse! "As long as Julian has enough willpower, he can fight through anything. I'm going to freeze that pampering right out of him today!" Mom trembled with rage, tears streaming down her face. She scrambled up and, ignoring the blood on her hands, lunged for Dad's phone on the table. "The location? Where's his GPS location right now? Show me!" Quick as a flash, Dad slammed his hand down on the phone, then swung his arm back and slapped Mom across the face.