Chubby Mom Solo Novels & Stories

I manage to say. Mom keeps talking. “I need to go see Mrs Parker today. Maya,remember your hair appointment. Caleb, you stay and do the dishes.” Caleb adds a second finger. “Gotcha. Mom.” My hips jerks. Thr chair creaks, but the sound isn't loud. Mom doesn’t hear. She's on a phone call while making barter. Caleb’s thumb finds my clit. Rubs slow circles, slowly, slowly. Pinches it. I grip his hand on me. I’m dripping on his fingers, and it's soaking the chair too.

Harper I can’t take my eyes off my momma. It is like seeing a new woman just off the catwalk or from a magazine cover for one of those mags that is like, oh, I don’t know – Homes & Gardens or something. She doesn’t seem to fit in a rehab center. “It’s really me, sweetheart. Come here, let me cuddle you,” Momma says. Damn even her voice sounds different. It’s not hoarse or brittle or angry anymore. It sounds soft and gentle, full of love.

The next month, Mom would video call me, looking all apologetic. She would say she had been too busy last month and forgot to send the money, wiping away tears as she swore this month would be different. She would look at my increasingly gaunt face, crying about how she wanted to send me extra money so I could eat well and dress nicely while I was away in Airedale. After being let down so many times, I had stopped foolishly waiting for any of her empty promises. Action always spoke louder than words. Still, Mom spun beautiful tales about how much she loved me with nothing but words. Her concern was always empty talk, and not a single dollar ever appeared. Fortunately, I had developed the det

Adele “We’re going to be out of here soon,” Chanel smiled as she spun round one more time. “You guys look beautiful,” Mom said as she took a photo. The thirtieth one she’d taken since she came up the stairs. “I can’t believe my baby girl’s going to be leaving home. Then you’ll graduate. Have kids and get married,” she stared to move her peroxide hair from her eyes as she cried. Mom had spent a bit too much on her looks ever since she started dating Henry. I wanted to tell her that she was perfect, just being a natural brunette like me. Now, she spent nearly all her time either with him or getting beautiful for him. She would say that she did it for herself, but I knew the truth. Mom was feel

I winked, then headed out the door. I stepped into the room expecting to find a cozy circle of expectant moms chatting about strollers and swollen ankles. Instead, I was hit with the unmistakable energy of a couples class. Dads rubbing baby bumps, holding hands, doing those weird breathing exercises…basically the whole Hallmark special. I froze mid-step, awkwardly clutching my water bottle as I scanned the room. Everyone was paired up. And there I was… alone. The only solo mom in the room. I felt the looks before I saw them. Sympathetic, curious, borderline judgy.

Returning to the other block, my mom is nowhere to be found, and Madonna sits on a stoop waiting for me. I approach. “Hey there.” She stands on the first step when she sees me, dusting off the back of her jeans. “Hi. Your mom said she was tired and caught a car to her place.” “She runs 10ks,” I say with a chuckle. “She wasn’t tired. She wanted to give us time alone.” “Well, you shouldn’t out her like that. Next time, just play along.”

The doctor seemed surprised but Juicy wasn't. Not even a stroke could set her Momma back too far. Still, seeing her like this affected her. She had never felt more alone in her life. Juicy cried in the bathroom so that her mother wouldn't know, even though all she did was to sleep and she couldn't see her while she did that. Still, she didn't want her mother to hear her in her sleep. The next morning when her Momma woke up, she looked around confused.

So seriously did she take her activities in the church that she decided to throw her own daughter out on the streets rather than see her turn into “a prostitute.” How was it possible that she was now in prison? “Prison? You've got to be kidding me, mum. Is this a plan to get me to come visit you? Because it won't work. You can't change me…I've chosen to be an Only Fans model, and I'm happy with it…” “Oh, this isn't about your choice of living, Zoe..” My mother's voice clattered into mine, “I'm…I'm not supposed to be in here. I was betrayed…”

Don't worry, I will marry that woman who is already a single mom. I made sure to emphasize his mistake in the text. Fucking hell. He just wanted me to marry a single mom. Isn't that insane? If only I could resist him. If only I didn't spend most of my time looking for that woman then maybe, I wouldn't have to do this. It has been fucking years. The score had passed yet I can't find that woman. "Detour, Theo. Leave me here. I will just give you a notice when to come and pick me---"

Everything is based on money. "But why did you cry earlier? That's what I wanted to know." Suddenly, the person he was talking to became silent. "If you don't want to respond, that's fine with me," he added. Sadness returned to the woman's eyes. "M-My Mom is dying. S-She's all I have b-but ... S-She's going to be taken away from me. I-I'll be alone." She bit her trembling lip to cease her cry. He didn't hesitate to embrace her and tugged her closer to him. The red lips of the woman staring at his face parted slightly.