Go Ahead Mom Raw Novels & Stories

How could I deny her? "God mom, you're so fucking hot!" I worshipped, pulling off my shorts, showing mom my heavy, throbbing meat at her torrid request. I squeezed my shaft and pointed it toward the camera, a sheen of precum smeared on my helmet. "Mmmn," mom purred, biting her lip. "I love it! Such a tasty looking cock! If only I'd known sooner!" Mom toyed with her swollen tits and protruding nipples, slipping her tongue out at me like a prostitute at a potential John. I was in lust with mom. "Stroke it for me, babe. I want you to masturbate to mommy until you cum all over!" I wouldn't dare cum and end this before I saw mom's pussy.

So, you'd better be a good dog and fulfill your purpose so that Esther and Emily will never dare to disobey me ever again. She spoke while caressing my wet hair. "Be good and wait for me to come home. I'll bring home some fried chicken for you." I nodded at once when I heard the words "fried chicken". "Okay, Mom. I'll be good. Please hurry back." Mom smiled. Then, she turned off the tap and covered the lid on the giant fish tank again. After that, she walked out of the door and told Esther and Emily that I was tired and going to sleep.

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

She flung the blanket back onto my body with all her strength. "How much did you sneak and eat? I was only gone for a few hours, and you turned yourself into this? Were you so greedy that you were about to clear out the whole fridge? Look at you now! You look like an overinflated pig! Gosh, you disgust me!" Mom was shaking with anger, her chest heaving violently. "How did I give birth to such a useless thing with zero sense of self-control? Where's the body fat scale? Where's the monitor? Didn't you see it was flashing red? Why'd you still eat? Were you trying to stuff yourself to death?"

Aaron and I sat close to each other while my mom sat opposite us. My mom kept talking about how the food was prepared and how this is one of my favorites. She said a lot. Including stuffs I was embarrassed about. Aaron was thrilled when he took a bite of the meal. "Wow. Mrs. Foster this is amazing." He said. My mom blushed uncontrollably. "Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it." She said with a smile. "Eat first. Compliment later." My mom added. Aaron laughed. "Yes ma'am."

"Are you trying to kill me too? I just lost my grandson and granddaughter. Now you're saying you want to die? What did our family do to deserve this?" The officer patted Dad's shoulder sympathetically, then sighed and left. The three of them sat there in silence until evening, with no one saying a word. Then Mom suddenly stood up, breaking the silence. "Ivy's coming home from school soon. I need to cook something special for her. She told me she wants mac and cheese. She's been asking for days. "She's so easy to please, just like me. Honey, let's sign Ivy up for the same classes as Owen. They're both our kids. We can't play favorites."

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly. Just as she wavered, the screen carried a voice.

Mom had specially prepared a huge spread to welcome her. At the table, Mom sat right next to me to keep me in check. Ms. Hurst took a bite of Mom's cooking and nodded approvingly. "Eleanor, your cooking is really wonderful." Before Mom could even respond, I jumped in and nodded eagerly. "That goes without saying! Mom's always secretly watching cooking videos when she's supposed to be working. That's how she got so good at this. Here, give it a try." Ms. Hurst froze for a moment and didn't say anything.