Chubby Mom Solo Novels & Stories

I sit in my car outside Mom's house, gripping my steering. I stare at the quaint little home nestled somewhere in the middle of Sparrow Road and dread burrows deep. If I walk through those doors, I'll be alone in the house for the first time since Dad's death. The thought is isolating. Chase left for Pakistan this morning and Mom is spending alone time in a hideaway cabin in the hills. The house will be quiet. And I'll be alone.

Spreading my lips slight to make a smile, i takes Sunny’s palm. “Sunny, you are going to be fine.” I says gently, swinging back to the main topic. “Your parents are just being shallow to all that you’ve achieved so far on your own. Without the support of a man, you’ve been housing yourself, taking care of your needs adequately and despite all your life struggles, you keeps smiling. Not all of us can or have done that. Look at me, a single mother of four kids who don’t even know about my fate.”

Mom's sighs of contentment from being under the water soon changed to other sounds, such as prolonged moans. Holy shit, mom was masturbating in there? I know she'd said she might take care of things, but for her to actually do it after telling me... I guess I didn't blame her, after her date failed so hard, and I remember she'd been complaining when she got home about shaving her pussy and not wearing panties for the event. The thought of my mom's pussy being shaved gave me a stir I wasn't expecting. I listened quietly as she began working herself, her breathing getting louder, punctuated by the occasional gasp.

He thought that his mother will prepare both of their requests separately on two separate days but to think she prepared his favourite together with Ye Mufan as not to let him feel upset . ' Silly mum ' he chided his mother inwardly , was he that childish in her eyes that he will throw a tantrum just because , she prepared Ye Mufan 's request earlier than his? He knew how long it took to prepare both of the recipes yet his mother has pushed her body too far again . While he was angry at her for pushing her body too much , his heart was drowning in a feeling that was even sweeter than honey . Just like Ye Mufan he too took a bite of his favourite chicken but just a small one instead of inh

But Mom, as long as you’re happy, I am happy too. I reached out to touch the bunny plush. My hand passed right through it. How…? Panic rose in my chest. Then I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Mom and Dad were back.

I explained in a small voice. "Miscounted?" Mom spat, interrupting me. "You're the only one who didn't get anything. She was probably annoyed that you were trying to get one. Why must you be so greedy? You're so embarrassing! Will you only be satisfied when everyone ridicules me for raising such a greedy daughter?" A wave of stress crashed into me. I dug my nails into my arms and scratched myself until my skin turned raw and bloody. However, I didn't feel even an ounce of comfort.

I don't know what Audrey is thinking! As I listened to Mom rant, an idea popped into my head. I took a breath, cleared my throat, and said with a smile, "Mom, do you know who Ms. Lawson's freeloading old loser is?" "Do you know who it is?" Mom responded, curious. I smiled. "Not only do I know him, but you've probably heard of him too. It's just that, since you've never met him, you don't recognize him." "Now I'm even more curious. Who is it? Tell me!"

The happiness evident on their faces was undeniable. Asa stood up, brushing off the grass and dirt. "Alright, my little adventurer, time to head back." With a playful grunt, she hoisted Alfred onto her shoulders, his legs dangling on either side. "Mommy, put me down! I'm a big boy, I can walk by myself!" Alfred protested, his voice filled with mock indignation. She chuckled, "I know you can, but sometimes, your mama just wants to hold you close." Their shared laughter filled the air, painting a perfect moment.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up - mom was calling, and it was to remind me of the family dinner. " Good afternoon mom, how are you doing today?" I picked up her call and greeted. " I'm feeling good my dear. How about you?" she asked, talking as if she was chewing something. She was always eating, and her favorite was chocolate, and the funny thing there was that she never grew fat, nor looked older. How she normally did it, nobody knew. She wasn't the type to engage in serious workout exercises, just a little jog from time to time kept her in good shape, and She certainly wasn't doing cosmetic surgery. I guess she was opportuned to just have that perfect body without putting much effort.

So much moaning, so much drool, such a sweet and slutty mom! "C'mon, mom! Let me see your pussy. Please!?" I said, trying not to push myself over the edge just yet but unable to completely stop the immaculate feeling that came from stroking off to mommy's filthy tits. Mom removed her fingers from her mouth, letting more slob spill out onto her big tits and rubbed it in. "Make me," she challenged, leaning back in her chair, setting one hand at play on her aching nipples and the other between her legs out of the frame.