Romans & histoires Chubby Mom Solo

Mary suggested we just act normal and go ask Mom what’s for dinner. We walked quietly down the hall. Mom’s door was partially open. We both stopped when we saw her lying on the bed in just a towel on top, legs spread, using a small pink vibrator on her hairy pussy and moaning softly. Mary tried to leave but I held her there and took out my phone. I recorded Mom fingering herself from behind for almost a minute. My hard cock was pressed against Mary’s ass the whole time.

"Mrs. Chance would have wanted you to pursue your passion." "I know." I followed the customer in the corner of my eyes. She was wearing a hoodie. Not uncommon in these parts. I've seen the whole lot of them shop here. Sometimes they were even indecent. I glanced at Carter. "I think she needs me more right now," I said, referring to Uno and Blaze. "With my mom gone, I'm the only one she can count on."

Dakota runs into the room, followed by Tyler and Sarah, who are running much slower. "Mommy, you have to see my room. It looks really neat," she says excitedly. I rub my hand over her head. Courtney and I have this in common: we're single mothers who will do anything and everything for our kids. Jordan and Bobby stand in the doorway, looking at us. The men who have come into our lives and made our families complete are an added bonus. I think we're all going to be one big family after all this is over. We all just have to stay alive.

Mom barked, slamming her bag onto the couch. "Look at Abigail! She went out to celebrate her birthday and still knew to bring me my slippers when she got back. And you? All you know to do is lie around and play dead! What did I tell you when I left? 500 crunches—did you do them or not?" She strode toward me. I floated in front of her, spreading my arms as if I could stop her. "Don't come any closer, Mom. I look terrible right now—really, really terrible. You'll be scared."

He just grinned and winked at me before walking away with my mom and the nurse in tow. I turned to Mrs. Bukly, and she was actually smirking at my mom. I walked in alongside them, and we made our way to our booth, setting up our stuff and then Mom’s pies. “Hmmm, I didn’t think you’d make it here, Mrs. Russell,” Mrs. Bukly spoke from behind us, and my mom instinctively frowned. “Why wouldn’t I? This is something I do to support my community,” Mom spoke as she turned her wheelchair with a tight smile on her face.

Chapter 62: What it Takes to be a Mommy Kathleen’s P.O.V As the awkward silence continued, I moved my gaze away from Arthur, and turned back to Hayley, hoping that I could talk some sense into her, but what she said next nearly broke my heart. "Aren't you going to say something, Miss Kathleen? I want to stop calling you Miss Kathleen, it just doesn't feel right. I want to call you Mommy."

Lillian shouted, nodding in pain. "Good," I said as I released her. "But, Mom," she protested, rubbing her ear, "I saw a video online that said single mothers face a lot." "Like how?" "Umm, they said in terms of intimacy—not money, because I know you'll say you have money. What about the other side of intimacy, huh? I heard if someone has had good sex, it always makes it difficult for that person to resist. So, Mom, you need to get married. I need a father. Besides, he looks like your husband, which means the equation balances, Mom!"

Today was a Sunday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Julian holding onto a large photo album. He acted casually, slipping through the door crack and sat on the couch. It was as if he had forgotten that he had called me to beg for his forgiveness the last time he was here. Julian flipped open the photo album and pulled me over. "Look, Mommy—this was when I was still in your tummy! And this was when I was just born! Aren't I cute? Grandma said I was the cutest baby in the entire hospital!"

None of them captured the size of what I actually needed to say. That evening, I found Mom sitting alone in the living room. The television was off. She was just sitting there, staring at nothing, a cup of tea going cold on the table beside her. She looked smaller somehow, curled into the corner of the couch like she was trying to take up as little space as possible. I stood in the doorway for a long moment before I made myself move. I sat down across from her, my hands shaking. I pressed them together in my lap to try to still them, but it didn't help much. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it.

The waiter pushed the cake cart in. Ethan took a deep breath and walked to Sam and Sophia, trying to sound calm. "Buddy, be good. Time to make a wish." With everyone watching, Sam held onto Sophia, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands. "I wish... I could have a new mom! I want to be with the Real Mommy forever!" As his words fell. The entire top-floor suite fell into dead silence. The guests looked at each other in shock. Ethan's face turned ashen.