Go Ahead Mom Raw Novels & Stories

she steamrolls onward. We walk a couple blocks to a trendy, tucked-away cafe. My mom, ever a Parisian, orders a jambon-beurre and a mineral water. And ever a momager, she orders me an arugula salad with brie and pecans. Once the waiter slips off, I raise an eyebrow at Mom. She gives me a sheepish shrug. “Pardon, mon ange. I may not be your manager anymore, but I am still your mother. You need your greens,” she insists. “And since you no longer live with me, I can never be too sure that you’re getting your nutrients!”

Mom opened her mouth, but no words came out. "I scored a 1550 on my SATs, and I'm in the top 1% of scorers in the state. I could go to the best university in Brayton and study the major that I wanted to study the most. "And yet, you insisted that I stay here to go to a low-tier local college that I don't even want. That's not for my own good, Mom. You're just ruining my future. I think you are the one who's trying to push me to my death instead."

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Hayley Dean's POV Two weeks later. "Mom... I'm hungry...can you cook some meat like you did last night please? ", Hayley asked her mom while washing the dishes. "You mean, what I cooked a whole damn week! I'm starting to get worried Hayley, since when have you started to become so carnivorous?", Heather replied, while putting the dishes in the dish rack. "I admit it... I wasn't so fan of meat ... but now, I see how it's fucking delicious !"

That’s why my mom gives them a lifetime punishment, because she knows Boy is her older brother’s son—and she’ll be guilty if she does something bad to Boy. My mom wants to behead them, but she knows their funeral cannot change everything. She promises to be a kind and tough Queen. She won’t do anything without thinking about it several times and asks the whole Royal Member how she should react to a question. She’s a copy of Grandpa. “Kate? What are you doing today?” Mom asked me. “Camu-Camu candied. It’s good for your body. Share it with Grandma too,” I answered. Mom giggled. “Do you make it by yourself?”

Startled at first, the taste works its magic and Mom starts licking the pussy juice off Lisa's fingers. "Oh baby, what are you doing?" Mom says, still sucking Lisa's fingers. "This isn't right!" she breathes." Oh God! You taste so good!" Mom moans as she slips her mouth off of Lisa's fingers. Slowly lowering her head to within an inch of Lisa's sweet pussy, Mom inhales, taking a deep, intoxicating whiff. Hesitantly, she licks a few drops of juice from Lisa's pussy lips, savoring the taste. Closing her eyes, Mom tentatively replaces her fingers with her tongue, lapping up Lisa's sweet juices. My cock is rock hard, and I'm frantically rubbing it through my swimsuit, as I watch Mom eat Lisa's y

Mom says with a tone of finality, and my shoulders slump in defeat. I guess there’s only one way from here. Face Trevor and his wrath, arrogance, along with every other thing that he is. “Fine.” “Let’s go,” Mom says, walking right past me without waiting for me. “Where are we going?” “You said it yourself,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice like she didn’t just rebuke me. “We have to prepare to meet the Andersons, so we’re going to do just that. We’ll need some flowers from the shop and a bowl of food. I don’t know what yet, but I’m thinking my signature lasagna will be perfect for the weather.”

Determined to quell my cravings, I snatched it up and hastily placed it in the microwave, hoping it would tide me over until we could replenish our stock of blood. While I reach out to grab it, an involuntary moan escapes my lips, overwhelmed by the exquisite flavor that instantly engulfs my taste buds. Just then, my mom enters the room, carrying a plate of perfectly cooked rare steaks. "Oh, mom, this is the final blood bag I possess," I inform her, acknowledging the scarcity of my supply. "Sure, sweetheart. I'll give your grandma a call once we finish dinner and check if she can arrange for someone to meet me at a secret location to pick up a few more bags." Mom says, her face lighting up w

" Milly looked at her lovingly. After a while, She said only one thing, "I would like to meet him, But first you have to eat Ril-boo." Riley was stunned. 'Did Her Mom said what she heard. Does that mean she is not angry anymore?' Her mother turned around and left. However, just a few moments later she returned with a bag full of food.