Hot Lesbian Mom Novels & Stories

The room is filled with the scent of want, mind, his and the bond, it's hot, suffocating and twisting around us like it's binding us together. “You should hate me,” he says, voice thick and barely controlled. “You should push me away.” I shake my head, even as a thousand voices in my mind scream that I should. That this is wrong and that I’m naked in the claiming room, meant for another male, and he’s my mother’s husband, and none of this should be happening. None of those voices belong to my wolf. She’s silent, still, watching him with absolute, bone-deep certainty, she wants him, all of him.

Her tone faltered as she flashed the file to us. Then all of a sudden, the anger that has been buried at the base of my throat resurfaced as I recollected how my dad's infidelity with her slutty mom broke our home completely. I was done with being deluded my horniness caused by the temptation of her curves, Hastily closing our distance I yanked the file from her grasp and she flinched.

Ignoring the fact that she was completely naked, Mom lunged forward. "Have you completely lost your mind? He's your father!" "No, he's not! He's just an outsider!" I screamed with everything I had. The fury in Mom's eyes quickly turned into pure disgust. "I swear I gave birth to a curse. All you do is ruin my life! "Do you know why I never loved your father? He was a boring guy who spent all his time and energy working! He deserved to work himself to death!"

Not about Darren Not about the strange man Not about my mom My mind was blank until the car slowed. It felt like I’ve been here before let’s say Déjà vu. I looked through the windshield just to be sure that I wasn’t overthinking. I felt my stomach twist when I realized that I was actually right, but why here? The Meridian. The name was right there above the entrance, the neon lights blinking softly. The Meridian? This hotel? Like this specific hotel? My mother’s fiancé is hosting their engagement party at the same hotel where I had drunkenly walked into a stranger’s bathroom last night, called him daddy, and made a comprehensive fool of myself before vomiting on his towel and passing out.

She had no fucking idea what kind of beast she’d woken in me. There was another reason I never fucked virgins. It was because I was afraid of what I'd do to them, turn them into. It all started when I was fifteen and my step mom crept into my room in nothing but a transparent silk robe. She sat on my bed, stroked my hair and whispered that a man should learn how to tame a woman early. That women loved being taken, bent, shown their place and that night she showed me exactly what she meant. I hated her but hated myself even more because of how my body betrayed me each time.

It gets on my nerves every single time I see him. But the worst part, the absolute worst is the nights. Every single night without fail, I hear them through the thin walls separating our rooms. It starts off with soft murmurs and giggles, but it never stays that way for long. Soon the sounds escalate into something raw and filthy: my mom’s loud, breathy moans, the wet slurping noises, and the relentless clapping of skin against skin as their bedframe slams rhythmically against the wall. I lie there in the darkness of my own bed, trying desperately to block it out with pillows over my ears, but it’s useless. Their passion invades everything, pulling unwanted heat into my body until I’m soaked

At the dinner table, in front of everyone, Mom was still spouting nonsense. "No offense, Yvonne, but landing a husband like Louis Hartson is a once-in-a-lifetime blessing. Instead of being grateful, there you are, running around and fooling about behind his back. "Who do you think you are? Some kind of social butterfly? A heartthrob? When Louis dumps you, don't come crying back to me!" I was so furious that my head spun. "Don't make such accusations without proof. What makes you think I've been fooling around?"

Mom and I both preferred certain p**n companies who specialized in lesbian films, as the females seemed to really get into the true passion of the moment. Of course, since we had come together as lovers and dominatrix/submissive we hadn't really seen the point, other than to get us worked up and give us new ideas. Even the older/younger lesbian and lesbian incest films that we had seen, never really got it right. Both of us had giggled and critiqued scenes both for their storylines and character dynamics. I let out a whimper, as mom's tongue suddenly sent me over the edge and into a shocking orgasm. My body shook and I gripped mom's hand tightly, as she continued to slowly lick deep into my

"I hope you are not gay, at least. That guy who sent you the pink flowers the other day? A bit much, don't you think?" Chad cut her off. His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the room instantly. "And what if he is?" The air turned into liquid nitrogen. Mom’s face shifted, her mask slipping into something ugly and hard. "I won't allow that. Same sex relationships are a sin against God. There’s no place for that kind of filth in this family." I let out a low, humorless laugh. It wasn't a choice, it just bubbled up. "Maybe. But what about lesbianism, Mom? I heard a story the other day."

"I would much rather continue where we left off last night and get it out of my system than just avoid thinking about it. I don't care if it takes today and tomorrow. If you're game for it, I am too." "I guess I can't believe you'd wanna spend time with your tired old mom," she said. "Tired old mom?" I almost blurted. "The woman who made this feast this morning? The same woman who I just found out is bisexual and not above extramarital sex and prefers to not use condoms? Who the Hell is this 'tired old mom' you're talking about? Because I don't see her anywhere." Mom blushed. "Thank you, baby," she said quietly. "That's very kind of you to say. I guess... I guess last night's little debacle