Hot Mom Moaning Novels & Stories

Mo Sheng got his cue and spoke up, “Hey, hey, your son is also here. Do you only see your grandson, mom?” Mother Mo disdainfully looked at his youngest son and answered, “That’s right, I only see my dear grandson, so what? Tsk, look at your head, those red hairs. It looks like a monkey’s butt.” “What? Monkey’s butt? Mom, how can you describe your good son’s hair like that? Are you sure I am not adopted?” shouted Mo Sheng exasperatedly. Mother Mo replied, “What about it? Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will get the answer.”

Maybe even let him slide inside me for a few desperate strokes before pulling away again. But tonight, something was different. At first, I thought I was imagining it. A faint rhythmic thump through the thin walls. Then it grew clearer. The familiar creak and slam of their bedframe. Mom’s breathy moans starting soft and quickly turning loud, unrestrained. “Yes, Daddy… fuck me harder…” Her voice carried clearly, raw and needy. My stomach twisted violently.

She patted my back softly and whispered, "There, there. Mommy's here. Mommy has always been here." Behind me, Mom's wails tore through the entire underworld. She knelt on the ground, pounding it frantically. "Helena, come back! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! Just come back!" But I could no longer hear any of it. That gentle woman had already gathered me in her arms and carried me into the light. Holding the goblet, the old crone glanced at Mom—who was on her knees sobbing her heart out—and sighed. "You made your bed. Now lie in it." She held out the goblet to Mom. "Drink this and forget about her. Be a better mother next time around."

The extreme dehydration had left my throat so dry that it felt like it was bleeding whenever I spoke. Mom ignored my pleading and nodded angrily. She stared at Dad's chat window, gritting her teeth as she shouted, "Very well, Andrew! Look at what you've turned our son into! It's one thing that you made him lie and convince me you were dead, but how could you make him say things cursing himself?" Her phone was tossed aside. My cry for help only fueled her anger. She turned toward the sauna room and yelled impatiently, "Enough with the act! The heating system inside is broken! You can't even adjust the temperature!

“How bad was it?” Zach didn't answer right away. He walked straight to the couch, dropped heavily onto the cushions, and dragged both hands down his face with a long, tired breath. “It was so bad,” Zach said, his voice flat and drained. “My dad could barely look at me. My mom thinks I threw my whole life in the trash.” Noah sat down beside him on the couch. Guilt slammed into Noah’s chest, twisting inside his stomach like a sharp knife. “I’m so sorry,” Noah whispered, looking down at his trembling hands. “This is all because of me. If we had been more careful, if we had never…”

Every pair of eyes in the room turned on the Sutherlands like blades. Grandpa clutched his chest, gasping for air, and pointed a shaking finger at Mom. His lips trembled but nothing came out. Mom stared at the screen, frozen, then whipped her head around and locked eyes with me. Meanwhile, Dad stood on the stage, looking down at the whole family from above, and tapped the microphone lightly. "I hope everyone's enjoying the gift. Now then, shall we talk about that additional investment?" Mom lunged at the screen like she'd lost her mind. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

How could you do this to me? Mom froze, then slapped me hard across the face. "Oh, so now raising you was our mistake? You ungrateful little brat. How dare you talk to me like that?" Her tone sharpened, and the next slap landed against the side of my head. My face was swollen, but the tears hung stubbornly in my eyes. "So you never loved me, did you? Even though I was your first child." Mom's hand stopped midair. She stared at me in shock. "You…"

Lily stood in front of her, holding her small bag tightly. I didn’t mean to overhear them. But Monica’s voice was clear—calm, controlled, almost gentle, as if there was no tension at all. “Do you miss me?” she asked. Lily didn’t answer right away. “Lily,” Monica said again, softer this time. “I’m your mom.” I stayed by the doorway. I didn’t want to interfere, but I couldn’t bring myself to walk away either. “Yes,” Lily answered quietly. Monica smiled. “See? I knew it.”

“Mommy!” “Your mommy is dead, little brat!” The woman spat at her. "I'll only let go of your hair if you show me your father's safe." Jenny got increasingly angry when she saw how loud Hayley’s cries were getting, landing two slaps on her face so she would keep quiet.