Chubby Mom Solo Novels & Stories

A couple of months ago, this would’ve made me cry, but now, seeing babies laugh and smile makes me happy. “She’s adorable,” I can’t help but say. “Thank you. A lot of work, though, especially when you’re doing it alone,” the mom replies. I smile softly. Did she have a cheating ex like me? “Men! I hate them,” I blurt out. She laughs, confusing me. “I’m not their biggest fan either, but I chose to do it alone.” “Huh? Chose to do it alone?” “Yup. Got tired of waiting for the perfect man, so I went to the bank and bought some man juice,” she says.

Mom moaned louder and breathed out, "Oh babies, you do so know how to please your mommy don't you?" Neither Chantel or I took our mouths from mom's nipples as we both mumbled an affirmative answer. I then winked at Chantel, as I brought our hands down to mom's clit and pussy. We broke our hands apart, as she began to rub mom's clit while I began to finger mom's very wet pussy. Mom moaned loudly and bucked her hips into our hands. Her head fell back onto the pillow, as her mouth fell open to release a continuous soft moan of pleasure. I began to suck harder on her nipple, as I thrust two fingers into her pussy. I curved my fingers up and aimed for her g-spot, as she cried out in pleasure. Cha

Like I said, I kind of missed that a lot. "Fuck me, Bobby," she moaned, rubbing her thighs and wiggling her ass invitingly. "Put your cock in my ass. Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me! Baby!" She did seem to be a lot noisier now that she was knocked up. I winced, glancing over my shoulder at the closed bedroom door. My mom was in the living room watching General Hospital and eating a tuna sandwich for lunch. It turns out that Mr. Tibbs didn't really need to eat at all, but had only done it for my benefit. At least I didn't have to change his kitty litter anymore. Computers, even the ones who look like cats, don't need to use the bathroom either.

my friend Chad observed at my side. The DJ was playing “Uptown Funk,” a song I wasn’t sure Mom had ever actually heard before, and she was doing some combination of what looked like the Funky Chicken and a pantomime of being trapped inside a box. My brother Dalton was out in the middle of the grassy lawn with her, encouraging her insanity with his own ridiculous moves.

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

No one noticed Mom leaving except me. She went first to find Billy the Bully. "Hey, Billy. Come over here. You hit Willow before, didn't you? I'm here to reward you!" Billy the Bully lit up at that and ran over without hesitation. The next second, the knife was lodged straight into his chest. Blood splattered across Mom's face. "Billy!" Mama Bully screamed, rushing toward them. "You crazy bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

She turned sharply, chuckling nervously like she always did when she was uncomfortable with something. “Alex and I have been busy all week, we’ve barely had time for ourselves.” “So no sex?” I said firmly. She squirmed, fiddled with her fingers, and then returned to the cooker. I chuckled underneath my breath. Oh, how I enjoyed doing this. “My mom is doing much better now. The doctors hope she can come home soon. I’ve been looking into rehab. She wants to get into a sobriety program.” “Well, it’s a good thing.”

Warren sounded like a parent. “Fine,” Melanie Vandal said in mock anger. “I could sing.” “No, you can’t. I don’t want to hear a fractured song,” the smartphone flew from Warren's hand and he chose a video of his mother singing. “This got ten thousand views on Youtube,” Warren cleared his throat and read some of the comments, “Is your mom a comedian, if so I would pay to hear that act again. She knows the words right? My favorite is Chip the baby one more time.”

She had purchased it the previous day among the ‘card-is-unlimited items we do not need. I wiped the water from my face, barely able to keep up with the bizarre scene. “Mother, where is your dignity?” I asked. She paused, giving me a quizzical look. “Dignity? Oh, sweetie, I don’t have dignity. I’m just a fun mom, and I’m just thirty-four!” “You’re insane,” I muttered, still trying to shake the water from my hair. “Yep. This is Fun Mum!” She grabbed my arm and yanked me out of bed, ignoring my protests. “Come on, let’s do something fun. We’re having a barbecue today, and you’re going to help me with the grilling.”

She remembered Calvin’s words not to dream of seeing her real mommy and daddy together, but she couldn’t find any reason why she shouldn’t dream about it. Not when her mommy was single, just like her daddy. . #TBC