Hot Body Mom Novels & Stories

"Kyla! Don't get too upset. Just divorce him and let your sister—" Her words cut off the second she saw the spiky-haired guy on the couch. Then her eyes landed on Bruce, fully dressed and calmly holding the baby. She froze. Pointing at the guy, Mom yelled, "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" The guy was still yanking up his pants. "She's the one who called me over." "That's a lie!" Zoey screamed. "I didn't!" Mom completely lost it. "Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!"

The thought made fresh heat bloom between my legs, my pussy throbbing with embarrassing need. I bit my lip hard, pressing my thighs together again, but it only made the ache deeper. My heavy breasts felt swollen and sensitive, brushing against the sheets with every small movement. I could still feel the ghost of his hands on them, and it was driving me crazy. He’s Mom’s boyfriend. He was just downstairs with her. This is so fucking wrong. But no matter how many times I repeated that in my head, my body didn’t care. It wanted more. It wanted his hands again. His mouth. That thick cock I had felt twitching against his pants.

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

He opened the footage, and as the scene began to play, all color drained from his face. His mother was being chased! And she even jumped into the river! No wonder she came back drenched that day. Todd clenched his fist tightly. He had to, he must become stronger. He could not allow his mother to be in such danger again. "Todd, it's okay." Haley hugged him. "Mommy learned Taekwondo, nobody can harm her, don't worry." Because of being raised in a single-parent household, coupled with his sister having autism, Todd had endured more than other children since he was young.

Her touch was burning me. “Calm down! Goddess, your eyes!” Amara blurted. I closed my eyes, and my hands curled into fists, and I was sure my palms would be cut based on the hard way I was digging my nails into my skin, but it was getting harder to control my heat and control Purity in my head at the same time. I heard my door open, and Mom’s voice reached my ears. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Amara might have told her I was already in heat.

Ch-2 --------------------- Mom came in, and then waited for my assistance. I had to lift the nightgown from her perfect body and help her ease into the bath, lest she slip. Though the water was warm, the cool air in the bathroom made mom's sexy brown nipples pop and get angry, throbbing outwards like she was still nursing me.

His expression was ice-cold, completely emotionless, as if he were watching the weather report instead of… this. On the massive flat-screen TV mounted above the fireplace, explicit footage played in high definition. Selene, her mother, was on her hands and knees in what looked like a dimly lit hotel suite, surrounded by four men. One thrust into her from behind while another gripped her hair, feeding his cock into her mouth. The other two stroked themselves, waiting their turn, laughing and groping her bouncing breasts. The audio was crystal clear: wet slurps, skin slapping, Selene’s muffled moans of “Harder… fuck me harder…” as she pushed back greedily against them.

My cock was hard again, I realized. "Come over here, sweetheart," my mom said suddenly, pulling her hand away from my thigh. Then she straightened her legs, leaning against the armrest. She patted the cushion right in front of her. At first, I hesitated. But the look in her eyes commanded no nonsense and I knew she would get me to do it no matter what protest I offered. So I nodded and then pushed myself across the couch toward her. She spread her legs apart and I turned, nestling my butt between them as I slid backward. When I bumped up against her body, I realized she felt extremely warm. Mom's hands wrapped around my chest, and she pulled me backward, tight against her bosom. Her tits fel

Mom silently opened the door and came in. “Yes, mom.” I yawned. “Great!” Mom beamed. “Here, drink this herbal tea and warm your body. I heard you got soaked last night. I don’t want you to catch a cold, alright?” “Umm thanks, mom!” I smiled and took a sip of the tea, trying to show that I was grateful. “Ah! Too hot!” I shrieked. “Blow on it before you take a sip, dear.” Mom laughed and I made a sulky face.