Hot Lesbian Mom Novels & Stories

Frank finally looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at the tension between my mother and me. Pamela, undeterred, leaned forward. "Fine, not Chloe. But what about that older woman? The one you mentioned seeing a few months ago?" I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I set it down deliberately, meeting my mother's gaze. "I don't have any woman in my life, Mom. And honestly, I'd prefer if you respected my decisions." Pamela sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I just want what's best for you."

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.

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

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.”

And after Mom kept pressing her, she finally exposed the truth of how she got pregnant in the first place. She'd gone clubbing with a classmate and ended up drinking too much, which was when the guy forced himself on her. Mom was calling to demand that I go back there and come up with a solution for Amy's predicament. "Your sister is in anguish right now, yet here you are having the time of your life outside! Get back here now and help Amy figure out what to do!" In my previous life, I immediately took the day off work and went back to them. But the moment I set foot into the house, Mom slapped me.

Are you absolutely sure the hate you have for him isn't just lust that you're trying to deny"?" ‎ ‎Ariana felt the hot, humiliating blush return, burning her cheeks. The image of Mateo's dark eyes inches from hers, checking the seatbelt, flashed through her memory. ‎ ‎"Never!" Ariana said, the denial sharp and immediate. "He's old enough to be my father!" ‎ ‎She slammed the phone down, her heart racing again. Old enough to be my father.The rationalization felt weak, hollow, and utterly unconvincing against the potent, undeniable heat that lingered on her skin. ‎

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?"