Hot Body Mom Novels & Stories

pale, drenched in sweat, and struggling to breathe. The heater in the corner of the bathroom was cranked up to the highest setting, the heat nearly choking them. “Oh my God,” I gasped, rushing to his mother’s side, ignoring the heaviness in my belly as I knelt beside her. “Mom, Dad, what happened?” he asked. His mother gasped for air, her face flushed from the heat. “The door… we couldn’t get out. The heater… we didn’t realize how hot it had gotten…”

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.

I collapse back on the bed and she lets my cock slip from her lips. "Now, go to sleep." Mom says, kissing me on the cheek and rolling over. Holy fuck! I cuddle up against my mom's back and dream of eating her pussy. I wake up as mom's getting out of the shower. The bathroom door is open and I turn on my side to watch her dry off. I love the way her tits hang down and how they sway back and forth when she dries her legs. Hanging up the towel, she reaches for the hair dryer and starts drying her hair. My cock gets hard as I assess her naked body. Looking at her from the side like this, the nice curve of her ass catches my eye first, then her long, tan, shapely legs. Her firm, medium size tits

“Fair point.” Then he was gone, his bodyguards trailing behind him. Through the café window, I watched him slip back into that sleek race car. Watched the crowd swarm one more time before he pulled away, engine roaring. And I tried very hard not to think about how his hand had felt on my hip. “He’s very protective of you,” Mom said softly. I turned to find her watching me with knowing eyes. “He was just being polite.” “Mmm.” She sipped her water. “If you say so.”

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

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 ran and jumped into a soft arm filled with warmth, felt like my mom. “Take it all out. You endured enough.” I heard my mom voice say and I held onto her body as I sobbed out in pain. “I am sorry baby.” She patted my hair. “Mom, Rachelle too, she did it. I feel pain all around me. I feel my body not replying to my movement. I can't feel my heart anymore. Do something. I feel fire all around. Mom” I cried out, holding tightly to her grip like she would run too.

"Please, I beg you. Dr. Moore has already agreed. Just sign the paper, and we can immediately transfer the kidney from another hospital for your mom. As long as she survives, I'll step forward to explain! I'll make sure no one criticizes you!" Ethan also spoke up coldly. "Didn't you save that patient already? Now it's Mom's turn, right?" I was about to shake my head in refusal, but the office door suddenly burst open. A nurse rushed in, panicked. "Dr. Mitchell's mother just passed away!" The four of us immediately rushed to the ward. By the time we arrived, the ECG had gone flat. Mom was completely gone. Dad, drained of all his strength, collapsed to the floor in despair. Tears poured from h

Hopefully she will be supportive as I tell mom. "Yeah, mom. Maybe you're right. But this is bigger than all those things put together." "What could possibly surprise me more than you packing your bags and leaving a university over a forbidden student and teacher romance? I'm listening," mom says as she plops down right beside Evie and me. She crosses her whole body. Her legs are crossed and so are her arms. It's amazing she hasn't crossed her eyes or eyebrows yet. "I'm pregnant. Blake's the father. Since he's the only one I've ever...well you know slept with."

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."