Novel & Cerita Hot Body Mom

Thomas nodded and disappeared down a hallway. Margaret was in the middle of describing a painting in the foyer when we heard it. The sound came from upstairs. Faint at first, then unmistakable. A woman's moan. High and breathy. A man's grunt. Low and rhythmic. The sounds of bodies moving together. Of passion. Of sex. Margaret froze mid-sentence. Zoe's face went pale. Thomas emerged from the hallway, confusion written across his features. "Mother, Father isn't in his study. His coat is here, so he must be home, but—"

My mom's name is Sara and she's a gorgeous brunette. She petite with nice boobs and a super cute butt. After my dad moved out mom started working out and running more. She also acquired some new sexy workout clothes. She looks hot in sports bras and yoga pants. I was finding myself more and more attracted to her. I see lots of hot girls on campus, but I had this thing for my mom. I wanted her more than any girl and I had to do something about it.

When they saw that she had left, they hurriedly went over and tried to open the door but all to no avail. " Hey! What are you doing? Don't stay there." She shouted at them as she prepared the hot water. " I'm trying to boil some water. Why don't you just go inside and lie down?"She said while they ran over to where she was. " Aunty, will the hot water stop mommy from getting sick?" Ray asked and pouted while Kia hurriedly walked up to her. " Aunty, hope mommy will be fine?" She asked with looks that seemed as if she was about to cry.

She took the chance to finally glance at the stranger who had now shared a seat with her mother on the couch. He was freaking hot! He had his dark hair curled through his scalp, his chiselled shoulders, and a voluptuous chest that looked as if it would burst out of his shirt any minute, not to talk about the seductive but benign smile he flashed from his face when her parents said something funny. She was drooling. "You know what? You need an assistant, someone to keep you safe, to prevent this from reoccurring" her mom called out to her breaking into her thoughts.

Maya said aloud running towards Remon who spread his arms to received his Happy daughter. " Of course I'm here princess " He replied after lifting maya into his arms. The four years old lass wrapped her hands around her father's neck in excitement. " Dad , you are wet. Aren't you cold ? " Maya asked slowly but her father laughs softly. " I'm fine since my princess is here " He replied cooing. " I will call you tomorrow Miss foley, good night " He said to the woman who smile brightly at the father and daughter.

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

Shit, Mom was a MILF! I sidled up behind her and caressed her ass. "Damn, woman, you look amazing." I ran my hand up her side, until I was cupping her breast. "Jesus, Mom! You're getting way too hot to be going into an office full of men. I don't want anyone messing with my woman. My hot pussy."

I managed to say before he pulled me to his chest. "Reducing your temperature." He said. My brows furrowed further and I looked up at mom, then dad, then Ryan. I was confused. "I'm not burning up. I'm fine." I said. Mom frowned and moved closer, she raised her palm to my forehead, feeling my temperature. She withdrew her hand immediately with an hiss. "She's burning up. Get a cold water in the bath tub ready." Mom said to Ariana who rolled her eyes but went anyways.

No matter how hard I tried, it never came off. I wasn't like my sister, Abigail Teller. She could eat fried chicken and drink soda whenever she wanted, while her monitor always stayed green, displaying "18% body fat". Mom said it was good genes, that she had inherited her supermodel DNA. My thoughts began to blur, my vision splitting into doubles. I thought I saw Mom in a gold gown, standing under bright lights with a trophy in her hands and smiling. "Our family is very strict about body management. This is discipline… My eldest daughter? She just lacks self-control."

Wrong. A wave of heat courses through my body, making my silk nightgown cling uncomfortably to my sweat-slicked skin. Mom said the first shift could be intense, but she never mentioned this burning sensation, this ache deep in my core that makes me want to crawl out of my own skin. "It'll be okay, sweetheart," Mom whispers from my doorway. She's wearing her favorite lavender sweater, but something in her expression makes me wonder if she senses what I'm feeling. "Every Mitchell has shifted successfully for generations."