Hot Mom Moaning Novels & Stories

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—"

It wasn't long before Mom replied to my message, "Sweetheart, are you in a lot of pain? I'm so sorry to hear that. I'm sure this is because you've been disobedient and haven't been eating properly. Otherwise, why would you be having cramps?" I had no idea how to refute her words. Every day, I was only able to earn roughly ten dollars or so by checking in with her. However, after deducting ten dollars for my monthly phone bill and the other living expenses, I only had enough left to eat oatmeal or dinner rolls each day. At that moment, Mom called me. When I accepted the call, her gentle voice flowed over the line, "Sweetheart, I'm very mad that you refused to listen to me. I know you're feeli

I gave her a quick hello and headed to the kitchen to help Mom with the vegetables. My anger flared up when I heard Grandma still going off about Mom to Dad. I tore the leaves so roughly that they ended up a tangled mess. "She's nuts. If she wants a son so badly, why doesn't she just have one herself? Maybe she'd be some kind of miracle mom at her age," I muttered under my breath. Mom stayed quiet, focused on chopping the meat. That was weird. Usually, she'd scold me for talking like that and tell me to respect my elders.

"You're the expert at barking. Why don't you and Ella give me a duet?" "How dare you talk back?" he growled, stomping on the corpse's head with a sickening crunch. I was unperturbed. "What if that's not my mom, but yours?" ... He threw his head back and cackled. "You're out of your damn mind. My mom is chilling on a beach abroad. Your trash-digging mom versus mine? No contest." Ella, clutching her blackened hand, glared. "Herbert, don't waste your breath. She's bad-mouthing your mom. Chop her dead mom up already!"

Her shrieks echoed through the room. Dad, who had been frozen in place, finally snapped out of his daze. His eyes, bloodshot and wide with horror, locked onto Mom. "Nicole, please, don't do this! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm begging you, please don't do something so reckless." But Mom had become like a wild beast, driven mad by grief. She raised the syringe, already stained red with blood, and plunged it yet again into Denise's back.

When Brady did not respond, she continued, "Poor Neenee! Honey's not at home, and now Bubba won't take Neenee out to dinner. Neenee's going to be so hungry…" Watching a 60-year-old overweight woman with a thick layer of powder on her face and bright red lipstick whining to her son was beyond cringeworthy. I looked away, fearing I might throw up if I watched any longer. Having no other option, Brady turned to me with a hint of pleading in his eyes. "Eloise, maybe we should take Mom with us?" I said nothing and climbed into the back seat. Of course I had to let her come. Without her, the show tonight would not be complete!

I'm still angry that they couldn't let me ride that big and cool ferris wheel. "Noxie baby.. are you still mad at us?", My mom asked as she looks at me, her face is now turn into frown and I keep ignoring them. I put my headphones on and listen to my favorite music. I didn't hear their voice anymore as they probably give up trying to make me better. After a thirty minutes ride we got into our house, I unbuckled my belt and open my door as I walked first into our house.

Mum yelled. "You really need to calm down, honey," Dad tried to pacify her, but she was hearing none of it. I pushed myself up and sat down, watching the drama without bothering to say a word. SLAP! Mum's palm landed on her cheeks. She shrieked loudly and attacked Mum. A fight broke out. Mum's palm landed on her cheeks. "Your wife slapped me!" Dad's sister's high-pitched voice sounded. She pulled mum's hair and soon, they began to fight.

The feeling was so wonderful… From the surveillance camera Mom installed to monitor the house came a burst of static, and her voice followed. “Ellie, it’s a little cold outside. Find a jacket for Liam. We’ll come back to get it later. “You little brat. I only said a couple of things to you, and now you won’t even respond? “If you won’t get it, then forget it. We’ll just buy Liam new clothes!” Hearing Mom’s voice from the other side of the monitor, I desperately tried to respond loudly. However, I couldn’t make a sound. ‘Mom, did you forget I’m wearing headphones? I can’t hear you.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly. Just as she wavered, the screen carried a voice.