Hot Big Mom Novels & Stories

Her tits are much bigger than her daughter’s, swollen and tipped with mouth-watering nipples that are perfectly outlined by the silk material. She leans back in the chair, making the material part even more to reveal the flesh between her thighs. A place I most definitely should not be looking at. “What the hell, mom? This again?” My head whips to Tracy and I’m surprised to see her face red with anger. “You know dad is gonna come home any moment now, right?” Her mom waves a hand dismissively. “He’s working late today.” “I don’t care. Leave.” The mom’s eyes remain glued to my body. My dick, to be specific. “This one’s huge.”

Mom sat completely nude on the desk with a tall muscular man with a bold tattoo of a dragon on his back wedged between her widely parted legs. His hand had her blonde hair tightly clenched in a death grip, his hips powerfully plummeting into her like a hurricane. "Teo," Mom moaned breathlessly in a pant, her fingernails digging into his back. What the hell was going on?

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

I scratched behind his ears and carried him into the kitchen with me to feed him supper. "Hi." I greeted my mom as I entered the room. She poked her head up from the oven, and smiled. Her bun was falling in her face from all the activity, and she had worked up a little bit of a sweat. She was a curvier woman, and was starting what she considered to be premature menopause. If you asked my dad though, she just liked to keep the heat running as high as she could stand it, because she'd once heard high temperatures and hot showers could help protect aging skin.

,he eats a hotdog and mom wipes tears. "we had a cabin built on our land just for you Ford right near a lake and it has electric and heat...up to date heating so no more chopping wood",he chuckles. "good I hated chopping wood",she kisses his cheek and we eat more. "son tell me all about your mate",my mom said looking at me smiling. "like I told dads she is tiny...smaller than you and very skinny. She gets bullied but I stepped in when I see it",she looks happy.

But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom. Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup tits that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple. Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement.

Every strike from Mom was harder than the previous one. "Go ahead and stuff yourself as much as you can! I'll demolish you, you fat, greedy pig! I'll rid you of all your unwanted flesh!" Abigail was too heavy to dodge in time. She could only cover her head and scream, "Stop, Mom! Stop! It's me, Abigail…" "No, you're a pig. You're a goddamn pig!" Mom had completely lost touch with reality. The doctors rushed in and sedated her.

Bridget: “Albertttt darling, you are so naughty!” Momma laughed as Mr. Dunphy splashed water and played with her in the huge pool which had a tanning ledge, Antigua pebble finish and bar seats across the well stocked floating pool bar. After a while they both climbed out with him heading inside. I rolled my eyes as they kissed. I never understood how my mom could even fall for a short bald man with a paunch. At 48, my mom could give other women a run for their money. She fitted into that two piece Blackberry bikini with such finesse I would often wonder and hope I would look the same at her age.

Then it hits me and I frown, “and how do you know about hockey team gossip? I swear to God if I figure out if you are dating...Scratch that.. Even if you are talking to someone 18+ I will whop your ass June” June makes a face and yells towards the door, “MOM!! Jacob says he will whop my ass and he also said FUCK twice.” Oh, come on! I only said it once. Mom enters my room immediately. How? Was she standing outside my room? Ready to save her little girl all the time. “Jacob! “ She gives me a pointed look with her arms crossed. “Mom! she is probably dating someone way older than her. Check her phone.” “No, I am not… and check his phone. He probably watches porn all the time.”

Behind the scene where Aiden spoke to Mom that way, I was really surprised but what surprised me more was that, in the night, these two genders had heater sex throughout the night. While going to the kitchen to take a little bit of water to drink, I heard my mom screaming so wildly. " Mtcheew'' I hissed, almost spitting out my lungs with disgust. "Fuck me harder! Oh yeah!! Just like that baby…oh no no…yeah," My mom moaned wildly. I tried to block my ears but what were my ears for? To listen right?