Backseat Mommy Novels & Stories

That night, Mom packed everything and returned to the basement where we used to live. She retrieved my body from the authorities. After the cremation, the small, fragile version of me became something even smaller, sealed inside a simple urn. She placed it carefully into a sturdy backpack, along with the heavy wish book, and left the city. No one knew where she went. Maybe she found a real forest somewhere far away. Maybe she stood by the edge of a vast ocean. She moved like a wounded bird, carrying scars that would never heal and a promise too heavy to bear, disappearing into the crowd.

My daughters’ nanny offered me her help. I didn’t want to let go of my daughter but I was actually drained out of energy. “Here, please, be careful.” I instructed her even though she was a professional babysitter. “I’ll put her to sleep.” She said and I went out to catch some fresh air. The sunny afternoon was absolutely pleasant. I enjoyed the view of the city from the balcony. It had been a long time since I went out. Motherhood comes with its price. Though, I never complained. It was the best feeling in the world.

Jayden was still quiet, focused on something on his phone. I climbed to the back seat. Jayden didn't raise his head. I sighed, this was as embarrassing as it was difficult. I took off the buttons of my blouse but not completely, just enough to make my tïts accessible. I was so grateful I was not wearing a brá. “Jayden.” I called from the back seat, “Could you please come help me with something in the back?” I had just recently gotten a mom’s truck thanks to my toddler, and I was so grateful for how spacious the truck was.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Anna smiled sadly and picked up the jug. She entered her room and saw Jenny was still sleeping on the ground. Anna put the jug on the table. "I wish I can be like you Jenny, carefree and strong. You can say openly that you have no parents unlike me. I am an abandoned shit. A burden which they kicked out of their life without a second thought" Anna muttered and picked up her quilt. She put it on, Jenny. Jenny snuggled in it for warmth like a baby snuggled in its mother's arms.

"Jesus, Mom, nice dirty talk. I'd love to fuck you right now. That back seat looks kinda small for someone my size, though." Mom grins and says, "Ah, but there's a feature you may be unaware of." She reaches into the overhead and pushes a button different from the sunroof. A motor begins to whir, and the backseat starts moving into a flattened bed. She climbs over the seats and onto the new surface when it stops moving. "Well, I'll be damned." I hop out and into the back quickly. I'm too big to climb over. "Come on, Petey, come fuck, Mommy."

"Alright. Let us sit-" "No, Chris. You have to sit on the backseat because I have a lot to talk with you." My mum told and I sighed but nodded anyways. "Fine." I muttered placing Ollie down and Betty stepped into the passenger seat and placed Ollie on her lap and woefully, I was trapped between my mum and Kendall who was obviously enjoying my presence next to her. My mum started to speak continuously about her oh-so-lonely life in USA while I was trying to sit as far as possible from this horny girl who was trying to get on my nerves.

I nodded sweetly, but my mind was filthy. I kept picturing Damon bending me over in the woods, lifting my sundress, and fucking me while our parents were just a few trees away. When it was finally time to leave, the car was packed. Mommy and Daddy sat in the front, but some stuff took up half the backseat. Mom turned around with a bright smile. “Bella, why don’t you sit on Damon’s lap? There’s not enough space otherwise. It’s just a short drive.” Damon immediately argued, “I can take a cab. It’s fine.”

I hissed, knowing full well that we were about to change our place we called home. It was a long drive. I sat in the front seat of my mom’s car, my knees jammed against the dashboard. The seat was pulled all the way forward to make space for the boxes and suitcases crammed in the back. My backpack rested on my lap as I chewed my bottom lip. We pulled up to a big, fancy house. “Well,” Mom said, gripping the steering wheel nervously. “Here we are.” She reached over to squeeze my hand. “This is going to be great, Kath. You’ll see.”

I said. “I am taking some valuables we can give them as bribes,” answered Mom. “Now hurry!” After loading Mom’s SUV, we began our journey. It was going to be a long drive, so we agreed to take turns behind the wheel. I took the first turn, and Mom sat next to me. “What was the name of the town we’re going to? I forgot,” I asked Mom, five minutes into driving. She didn’t answer, so I turned my neck to look at her, and that’s when she collapsed.