Grabbing My Moms Ass Novels & Stories

Grandpa snapped, picking me up by my arm and groping my tits as he pulls me close. "Now be a good girl and clean your Mom's ass." I looked over at mom, who must've just had Grandpa shoot a load up inside her. She had red handmarks on her ass, but her dazed look was one of bliss. I got to my hands and knees and pulled apart mom's ass to better get my face in there. Half way through rimming my mother, she sat up and repositioned herself on my face, to better let the cum seep out of her.

Surely she would forgive me. "Don't forget to take the gifts! The traffic's bad today. We'll be late if we have to come back for them!" she shouted. "Mom…I'm sorry…" I crawled across the floor with difficulty, kneeling in the living room as I whispered my apology. "I'll work even harder next year. Please…just let me take some medicine." However, my mom only glanced at the phone on my desk. Her expression immediately turned furious. She strode over and kicked me hard in the face.

"My Dylan… If I'm gone… I want you to take good care of yourself…" Tears filled my eyes. I was just about to rush in and take Mom to another hospital when I was stopped only a few steps from the ward. A group of bodyguards grabbed me without uttering a single word and dragged me away like a piece of trash. "Let go of me! Let go!" I screamed myself hoarse, but they only quickened their pace. All I could do was watch helplessly as Mom's face grew paler and paler. The last thing I saw before she disappeared from view was her hand falling limply on the hospital bed.

The all-too-familiar scene made my heart skip a beat. As I quickly tried to head to my room, Mom grabbed my hair from behind.

Her expression shifted from irritation to shock, and then finally to something twisted. She suddenly grabbed my chin and stared at me. Once she realized my face was actually healing, I twisted the knife. "Mom, what's happening to your face? You look so much older than when I left. Maybe you should see a doctor." Mom went deathly pale. She let out a piercing scream, clapped her hands over her ears, and bolted for her room. The door slammed with a deafening bang. I knew then that my plan was working perfectly.

“That’s my daughter. Don’t clean her away. Otherwise, she won’t be able to find her way back!” Even though the room reeked horribly, Mom breathed it in as if it were a fragrance. “This is my daughter’s scent. Don’t you dare erase it! “And as for you filthy rats, I’m going to settle this with you. How dare you bully my daughter!” With a vicious look, Mom began grabbing the rats with her bare hands. She lunged at them like a starving wolf, as if facing a mortal enemy. Soon, the rats were all gone.

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

"Right! Cauterizing it with a hot iron will stop the bleeding!" Mom hurried into the kitchen cheerfully. A moment later, she came out carrying an iron pot with a glowing, red-hot bottom. Watching the pot move closer, Grayson finally realized that he was nothing more than a helpless victim at her mercy. He broke down, begging, "Mom, I'm a monster. I was wrong. I deserve to die. Please let me die. I'll go to hell and make atonements to Beatrice there. Just give me a quick end."

When I felt her body shiver, I whispered in a hoarse, suggestive tone, "Ms. Lawson, I missed you so much. Did you miss me?" After I spoke, I deliberately smacked her bottom. Ms. Lawson's breathing instantly became erratic. "D-Don't do this. What if your mother sees?" I snickered and told her the truth. "Mom went back to the countryside and won't be back tonight. Right now, besides the two of us, there's no one else in the house. "Tonight, we can be as wild as we want. Of course, you can also scream as much as you want…"

The cool morning air hit her face, grounding her as she hurried to the garage. The small sports car—a sleek red number her mom had mentioned in passing—purred to life under her hands. She peeled out, tires crunching gravel, and cranked the stereo. Cardi B's 'WAP' blasted through the speakers, the beat thumping in time with her heartbeat. 'Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak...' Aurelia rapped along, windows down, wind whipping her loose hair. It was cathartic, shaking off the house's tension, but Ronan's words echoed. Her thighs squeezed together.