Backseat Mommy Novels & Stories

Mom didn't own anything like this, at least non that I know of. I look at the back and find multiple shopping bags and boxes and I'm immediately taken back by the sight. “How?” I mutter “You'll see” she smiles at the rearview mirror before applying lipstick before firing the engine. I put on the sweater and look out the window drowning out Mom's humming. I feel sick. Mom doesn't stop smiling to herself and I'm beginning to wonder why and where the hell we're going. She takes a swerve into the highway and next thing I know we're in a luxurious looking neighborhood.

It was supposed to be a boring family road trip. My mom had convinced me to tag along because “everyone’s going, you’ll have fun,” and I’d already regretted it the second I saw the cramped rental bus parked in front of the house. Everyone piled in—uncles, aunts, kids, bags shoved overhead and I ended up in the very back, last row, half-asleep already, my headphones tangled in my pocket. I didn’t expect her to sit beside me.

As I wondered who had given me such timely assistance, my phone buzzed with a call from my little genius, Atlas. "Mom, I asked Uncle Simeon to help me find the neighborhood lady who filmed that video of me. We added clips from Maisie's social media and sent it all to the press. Uncle Simeon said people were badmouthing you online, so I thought this might help. You're not mad at me, right?" Atlas said over the phone.

“That’s fine, Ma’am. They’re going to buy you new ones anyway.” Outside, a black van was already waiting in the driveway. Saviel stepped out and opened the door. “Ma’am Charlene.” The three children went in first. Wency even shoved Wyl just to get the back seat. “This is so annoying!” Wency complained as she dropped into her seat. “I don’t even want to come.” “Please get in, Ma’am,” Saviel said. Charlene sat in the passenger seat while the children continued complaining behind her.

Me, my younger sisters, Ivy and Maeve, my mom and my step-dad, Parker. Mom has loaded the car so full with supplies that there’s barely any space left to sit. I’m not even joking, it looks less like we’re going camping and more like we’re moving. We probably wouldn’t be needing all of the stuff she has in here, but she believes it’s better safe than sorry and refuses to take anything out of the car. Because of that, Ivy and Maeve are huddled together in the passenger seat while there’s just one seat left in the back.

Amara’s POV After breakfast, Blake's mother and I excuse ourselves from the table to go shopping. Blake is persistent about me getting more clothes and building up my workout collection. Of course, Blake was not going to let us go without an escort. Even though I would much rather just shop with myself and his mother to stay under the radar, us ladies load ourselves into the all-black SUV. As we drive through the bustling streets, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. Blake's mother reassures me that this is an opportunity to relax and enjoy ourselves, despite the ever-present need for caution. The SUV glides smoothly, and I take a deep breath, ready to make th

She asked, concern lacing her words. "Yes," I managed to croak out. A small smile rested on her face. "Hop in, I'll give you a ride. Mia, Bee, move over so the nice lady can get in the car." I opened the door and found two little girls sitting in the backseat and a newborn baby in the front. She was a mom. Moms were good, well most of them were. I slid into the backseat, keeping my gaze on my hands resting on my lap. "Are you alright? Do you need me to call 911?" The lady kindly questioned, her gaze fixed on the isolated road ahead of us.

As Frank and I walked out of the courthouse, my baby's voice was brimming with uncontrollable excitement. "Yay! Mommy is finally free from the scumbag! From now on, you can focus on your career and just be yourself!" I stroked my belly and smiled contentedly. Beside me, Frank let out a cold snort. "Zoey, I hope you won't regret this in the future." Before I could respond, my baby immediately shot back, "Mommy won't regret it at all! You, on the other hand, may regret it later. No matter how desperately you come begging, Mommy won't take you back!"

“Your mom would lose her mind if she knew her daughter was getting fucked raw in the backseat.” The dirty words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I rocked harder, grinding my clit against him with every downward thrust. Mark’s cock was hitting so deep it felt like he was rearranging my insides. I reached down and rubbed my clit frantically alongside his fingers, chasing another orgasm. Suddenly, the truck slowed down as traffic built up ahead. The driver cursed about construction. Mom turned slightly in her seat. “There’s a big delay up here. You two still alright back there? It’s so cramped, I feel bad.”