Backseat Mommy Novels & Stories

“I gave her a shot to help with healing and pain. It should help until we can get back to our packhouse.” I nodded towards the front seat. “Mom, I am going to sit with her in the back seat. Get up front with dad and let’s get going.” A quick glance was exchanged between my mom and dad before we all piled back into the cars and headed back to the Red River Pack.

Amber’s blood went cold, her nails digging into her flesh. “Why were your panties on the backseat Amber,” Mom’s eyes weren’t angry. They were something worse. “We need to talk.”

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

his mom teased, blowing him a kiss before sauntering off down the hall with a seductive sway of her hips. During the three-hour car ride up into the mountains, Tate’s younger sister Becky sat up front with their father, John, chatting animatedly about the trip. Meanwhile, his mom shared the backseat with him. Amber had chosen to wear a short, breezy summer skirt that rode high on her thighs, leaving almost all of her sexy, toned mommy-legs on full display for her boy. Tate’s cock engorged fully and rapidly as he gawked at her smooth, copper-toned legs. They gave off a silky sheen from being freshly shaved and lotioned, exhibiting powerful yet feminine strength. The two of them were supposedl

Nothing was ever going to get me entangled with Noah again, but I still didn’t want Mom to know everything that went down. Mom turned to Jace. “Jace, please take care of my baby.” “Sure, Mrs. Susan,” he answered, and Mom flashed him a grateful smile. We both headed toward the car, a black Toyota Camry, the kind most people hired for long-distance trips. “Bye, Mom!” I waved until she disappeared from sight, and as soon as the car pulled onto the road, I let out a deep sigh. I hoped, really hoped that this semester would be different.

It was a gazillion times better than my wooden plank bed. "Patrick, turn on the air circulation," Audrey instructed the chauffeur halfway through the drive. She suddenly covered her mouth and frowned, glancing at me almost absentmindedly. My body stiffened with embarrassment. My face burned red as I panicked, not knowing what to do. I could only try to shrink away as much as possible, keeping my distance so the sour, trash-like smell clinging to me wouldn't spread inside the car. "Ella," Audrey called out, tilting her head toward me. "When you get home, you'll be next in line after Freya. Don't compete with her over anything, okay? Be the bigger person."

I asked , fixing my gaze at her now , she gave me a weak smile . “ Your mother has a plan …” “ She is not my mother “ I retired back to my position. Monica didn’t respond , she was focused on driving , We have been driving for hours and since passed Centervile town and its neighborhood cities, She was driving pass lonely roads, bushes , trees , there were no sign of houses anywhere . “ Why didn’t she pick me up herself ? How are you going to drive back ?” “ Your mom is a really busy woman besides I am used to this road , we see each other once in a while …in a small house around …that’s where I am dropping you off , she will come pick you up from there “

Placing both children into the back seat of his car, Jay Ares said seriously, “Daddy wants to get Mommy back. So, be good and follow my orders if you don’t want to lose Mommy too, okay?” “Okay.” Nodded both Baby Robbie and Jenson.

Fastforward to Thursday Evening Sade’s POV Sade sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel as the kids bounced with excitement in the backseat. “Mommy, can we go now?” Jr. whined, practically vibrating in his seat. “We’re gonna be late!” Sade forced a smile. "Alright, alright, let’s go."

I replied, my voice resonating with respect and affection. Suddenly, Casper pulled up in a sleek black SUV, and the anticipation grew. Abebi moved towards the vehicle, ready to step inside, but was halted by a firm voice. Madame Beatrice, my mother, stood in front of her, asserting her claim over the car. "This one is for my son, me and his wife," she stated with a sense of authority, making it clear that she had made a decision. Abebi, respecting my mother's wishes, gracefully stepped back. Although I wanted to intervene and voice my thoughts, I remained silent, recognizing the significance of this moment and the dynamics at play.