Backseat Mommy Novels & Stories

Emily says. "Okay, I will be there." "I will be on my way, mom," I say. "Let me walk you out then," she responds. Stepping outside, Emily greeted us with a compassionate smile. She opened the car door, I hugged my mother, and I climbed into the back seat. "I'll be here in the morning, mom," I say. As I sat in the backseat of the car, my thoughts were consumed by worries and anxieties. Emotions tugged at my heart, making me long for the comfort of home.

She gathered her belongings, her backpack feeling strangely light, and stepped into the car. The drive back home was a blur, filled with the comforting familiarity of the city, the vibrant colors, the bustling streets, all blending into a warm symphony of normalcy. As the car pulled into the driveway, Hilary’s excitement surged. She couldn't wait to see her parents, to feel the embrace of her home, to share her success with them.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

“Hello?” I instantly felt relieved and teared up some more. My grief and fear formed a lump in my throat, and I tried my best to speak softly with my hoarse voice. “Mom… I didn’t get back in the car. You left me at the rest stop.” I had just said that when my mother refuted, sounding firm and impatient. “Impossible! Before we left, I asked if everyone was in the car. Mandy and Matthew both said yes. How could you have been left behind?”

My mother was Cassandra Williams, the president of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. She was the most admired woman in all of Harville. She was crying hysterically. Tears poured out of her like a broken dam. When she reached out her hand toward me, it was trembling uncontrollably. “Isabel, come to me!” The person to my right was my father, Robb Payton. He was, by all accounts, a scum who had just been released from prison on parole for assault.

“Yeah. But I can’t drive crazy with you in the car.” Her little face pouts instantly. “Well, I wanna go fast.” “Maybe another time,” I tease. Maya comes back carrying the car seat and immediately starts getting it secured in the back. I move out the way while she straps Gabby in carefully. Then I grab the bags and toss them in the trunk before getting behind the wheel.

However, I recalled her chatting and laughing with Tracey in the back seat while munching on a bag of chips. Ben rolled down the car window, his voice tender. “Just take the back seat, Kaycee. There’s more room back there anyway. You can kick back and relax.” Without a word, I withdrew my arm and opened the door to the back seat. It was cramped in the back. Cory, Tracey, and I were squeezed in the back row. Tracey edged forward, wrapping her arms around Mikayla, while Cory kept reaching to hand her tissues. Shoved into the corner by the window, I was basically stuck against the frigid car door.

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

She looked just like an influential mother who'd just come to enroll her three-year-old son. Brian sat quietly in the back seat of the car she'd borrowed from her doctor buddy Luke. He sat in his booster behind her, clutching a juice box, his legs swinging gently. He had no idea what the day meant. What it cost. “Ready, baby?” she asked sweetly, stepping out of the car and rounding it with practiced elegance. The click of her heels was confident and precise as she unbuckled him and took his tiny hand in hers.

Momo, who was waiting in the yard, quickly came up to help Elaine with her luggage, smiling respectfully, "Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, just leave the heavy lifting to me." Turning to Claire, she continued, "If you'd kindly ride shotgun, your parents can take the backseat, while we sit up front." Claire nodded and turned to her parents. "Go on, guys. We're right behind you." "Alright!" The pair readily agreed and got into the back of the van. The most comfortable seats in prestige minivans like this one were the two seats right behind the driver's seat. Knowing they were going on a long journey, Elaine and Jacob quickly grabbed them.