Chubby Mom Solo Novels & Stories

The elders started talking over each other, some insisting that Darius had prepared the whole thing, while others argued that the treaty looked too old to dismiss so easily. I just stood there, watching them as the courtyard turned into chaos. Then I looked at my mom. I wondered why she hadn’t spoken since Darius mentioned my real parents. Her fingers were twisted tightly around her cloth, and she kept staring at the ground like she was avoiding what was going on around her. *She knows something,* my wolf, Nyx, snarled. *She definitely knows something.* My mom staggered; I could see that she wanted to say something. But whatever she wanted to say never came.

*Moment 2: Adia and Priya’s Mom* In the kitchen. Washing dishes. Priya’s mom: “You look tired.” Adia: “I am.” Priya’s mom: “You look happy too.” Adia: “I am.” They clinked wet plates. *Moment 3: Kael and Ben* Ben: “How’s the Fund?” Kael: “Broke.” Ben: “How’s your heart?” Kael: “Full.” Ben nodded. “That’s the metric.” *Moment 4: Lila and Ms. Carter*

I shift to try playing it cool, but the movement grinds my bare lips along the ridge of his shaft, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning out loud. Van lurches forward onto the highway. Dad butchers some 80s hair-band anthem at the top of his lungs while Mom doom-scrolls F******k like it’s her full-time job with thumbs flying. Zion’s thumb draws lazy figure-eights on my inner thigh to creep higher while pinky grazes the hem of my dress to tease the sensitive skin there. My phone buzzes against my thigh loud enough that Mom glances in the rearview. Jada: Unzip the beast. Do it or I spill everything to Mom. Clock’s ticking, slut. I want a play-by-play. And angle the phone so I can s

I miss seeing her even if she isn't a good mom. "Hi girl, how are you doing?" My mom replied. "I'm good mum And you?" "Well, I'm having lots of fun here in Vegas" she said squealing happily as my eyes shone in shock. "Vegas! Mom! Thought you'd change by now!" I yelled hissing loudly "You're definitely there with some old married man, this isn't a good thing to be heard for the sake of your reputation and mine, you should really stop Courtney Albie"

My chest felt warm, steady. *** Two years later, news about Zoey popped up. After getting out of prison, she'd become the mistress of a wealthy man in his sixties. His wife had her dragged out and beaten in the street. The video spread fast across local social media. I paused on it for two seconds. Then I swiped away, calm. Another year passed. My mom got out of prison. She had breast cancer. The surgery cost twenty thousand dollars. Sick and shaking, she showed up outside the Brighton estate, begging to see me. Security tried to escort her away more than once, but she wouldn't leave.

"Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously." "Yeah. Me, too." The matron beamed at her pleasingly; so genuine she could only return the favor. The conversation went on from getting to know her family background which she carefully answered one by one. Chloe had to lie about her true identity to protect her alibi. Instead, she told them the same information she disclosed to her husband. After some time the topic was shifted to business. She learned that the Greysons dominantly conquered the line of logistics companies in the country. Aside from that, they hold fifteen franchises that offer high-end brands of clothing to malls that are cur

I'm also competitive, and want to see mom get completely naked in front of Susan. It's an intense hand, but I finally call Uno and go out. "I won!" I yell, as mom stands up and pulls her wet thong down her shapely legs. My cock is throbbing inside my jockey shorts and I watch Susan admiring mom's neatly trimmed bush and protruding pussy lips. My mom and my sister are both naked, staring at each other. I notice mom give Susan a slight nod and I'm wondering what it could mean, when they both pounce on me.

She mumbles to herself. “You’re being paranoid, Harper. Now let’s hurry up and it this done. I feel so dirty,” Her mom says calmly but I can tell that she’s on high alert regardless. Harper sighs loudly and then heads back to the truck and takes out a shovel. “Oh, this is stupid,” Bunny says to herself as she stands up. My eyes bulge in response and I try to pull her back to the ground, but that only draws attention to us. “Hey, what’s going over there?” Bunny asks bravely as she walks toward Harper.

Charity giggled out. “Nikki, are you ready to go? It starts in an hour.” Mom said from the doorway. I turned and mom also looked stunning. It was odd not to see her in workout gear or the usual drab khaki trousers and navy polo of the warriors. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her and said, “Mom, you look amazing. Silvie did a great job on your hair.” “It’s amazing what a bath and dressing like a girl instead of a warrior can do.” Mom laughed out her reply. “Ok ladies, strike a pose. I want a picture for now and lots of pictures for later.” Charity said being her usual bossy self. Several poses and 10 minutes later we were out the front door and heading to the pack house garde

It helps that Mom and Travis are pretty much joined at the hip. Speaking of whom, Mom, like the trooper she is, is in remission and has chosen to seize life by the horns. Since her recovery, the woman is a tank. She’s always training for some sort of physical endeavor. Last year she ran the New York marathon and is now preparing for a two-day mountain hike.