Grabbing My Moms Ass Novels & Stories

“Mom, you don’t need to be so humble! “You raised me all these years. I’d be an ungrateful daughter if I allowed an outsider to offend you! “Between getting married and doing what’s right, which one do you think is more important to me?” Emerald’s heart skipped a beat, but she could not force a smile.

How? I wanted to hit her, "Sweetie, you need to calm down." Mom said "Did he hurt you, Mom?" The flames extended. "No, I was scared for you. We couldn't find you." A soft sob left her throat. I was going to die soon. She couldn't do this to her. My body felt drained. I wouldn't be a fire girl for long, "I will always love you, Mom. I wanna see you happy." I blinked. I felt burning on my cheeks.

But the worst part was the blood under the panic button. My fingernail marks, carved into the tile. My last, desperate cry for help. Mom dropped to the floor with a thud. Her shaking fingers brushed over the dried blood. "Ah... Ahhh..." Then she broke. A raw, ugly sob ripped out of her. My spirit hovered nearby, watching her without a trace of sympathy. Mom... isn't it a little late to cry now? Where were you when I needed you most? You were at the concert hall, soaking up everyone's admiration.

I whispered loudly. “I will only believe you if you hug him, Mommy.” My heart jumped, at her sudden request. “W-Why would Mommy hug, Mr. Holding?” I laughed nervously. “You two are fighting, Mommy. You don’t have to lie,” she insisted. At the corner of my eyes, I saw Sebastian smirking as if silently laughing that I was grilled by my own daughter. “I am not…” “So…you're going to hug him?” “Love. Mr. Holding doesn’t want to be touched by anyone. I’m sure he—”

“He had her pinned against the wall, Cassie. She was fighting to get away from him. I'm not confused about what I saw.” Cassie bit her lip hard enough that I saw it whiten, then spoke again in a voice so small I almost missed it over the noise still bleeding in from the main floor. “I know this is the worst possible timing, but I still need to tell you why I texted you to come here, because it's urgent. My mom set up a blind date for me tonight, some important business type she's been talking about for weeks, and I cannot go, Mel. I can't. Can you take my place? Just for an hour. Please, I am begging you.”

He told her as he spread the cheeks of her ass with his thumbs and drove his cock deep inside her. "Oh my fucking god!" Mom cried out, her brown eyes widening as she looked at him over her shoulder. "That's....of fuck!" Craig had taken her up on her offer to do everything he'd been thinking about and had gone to town on his mother. Squeezing her ass, he hammered away at her with long hard thrusts, repeatedly burying his cock balls deep into her.

Mom barked, slamming her bag onto the couch. "Look at Abigail! She went out to celebrate her birthday and still knew to bring me my slippers when she got back. And you? All you know to do is lie around and play dead! What did I tell you when I left? 500 crunches—did you do them or not?" She strode toward me. I floated in front of her, spreading my arms as if I could stop her. "Don't come any closer, Mom. I look terrible right now—really, really terrible. You'll be scared."

Mom continued screaming, "You're going to stop caring about me too! I'm your mother! You're just the same as that damn father of yours! You just want to abandon me!" She then collapsed onto the floor, pounding her fist against it, crying and screaming her heart out. This scene had happened countless times in my past life. Every time I resisted her, even a little, she would throw a huge tantrum and lament how hard her life had been and how ungrateful and disrespectful I was to her.

I looked down and saw that Leonardo's eyes were red. He was biting his lip hard, stubbornly refusing to cry. I smiled and asked him, "Do you really not want your mom anymore?" He shook his head and said nothing. During the parent-child activity, Emily did everything she could to help Adam win. The three of them looked like a real family, enjoying the event together. Meanwhile, I won a toy for Leonardo. However, Adam suddenly ran over and pointed at the toy in Leonardo's hands. "Mommy, I want that toy."

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late