Hot Mom Moaning Novels & Stories

John paused. As he sprawled on the floor, he was dumbfounded like a complete idiot. Suddenly, he screamed. “Are you saying that the old lady just now… “Impossible! Why would my mom be here?” I was completely speechless. “I’ve been saying that since the start. You were too stubborn to believe that it’s actually your mother. “You even threatened me with her life!” If he had not allowed Gabby to run wild, Mary would not be injured, and her face would not be covered in blood.

"These what you want to see?" "Goddamn." Craig whistled. "Mom, your tits are amazing." "Hmm, that's another thing that should be so bad but sounds so good." Mom took a step towards him, still holding her breasts, her thumbs now sliding across her swollen nipples, her blue nails teasing her pink flesh.

She started trembling, her hands squeezing harder against my scalp. Something hot sprayed up against my chin just before my mom started moaning loudly. It was either pee or pussy juice. I didn't mind either. Mom's moans erupted into the room, "Oohh uhhh mmm mmm huh huh ooooHHHH ahhh mmmmmfff!"

As soon as I say it, she tenses up, squeezes her knees together, starts squirming around on the chair, her hands fly up to her tits, mauling them as she throws her head back, moaning. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck! Oh my god! Ohhhh!" Mom doubled over, rocking in the chair, moaning and rubbing her knees together. Suddenly, her whole body convulses, she slumps in the chair with her legs wide apart, her arms hanging to her sides and her chest heaving, as she catches her breath.

Gods, she was tight! “YEOWWW!!” She shrieked. If we hadn’t been alone, I probably would have found myself arrested, the cops having been called by my sister or father, the latter having heard her from miles away in his noisy workplace. The last, greased inch of my prick slammed up her ass! I gripped Mom’s hips while she groaned and convulsed. “DAMN you!” She howled at me, half as loud as her shriek. “It’s done, Mom. I’ll be still and give you a rest.”

A cry burst through me—half-human sob, half-guttural wolf howl—tearing through the air. My claws dug deep into Mom's hand before I even realized it, leaving bloody crescent marks on the back of her skin. "Mom… It hurts…" I rasped, my voice raw and broken. "Rose, hang on for just a bit more. The pup's almost here!" My mother, Elena Moore, gripped my hand tightly, murmuring comfort over and over in my ear. Her tone was soaked in pain and fierce hope. Dad stood off to the side, his gaze locked on my swollen belly, tension etched into every line of his body.

But the worst part was the blood under the panic button. My fingernail marks, carved into the tile. My last, desperate cry for help. Mom dropped to the floor with a thud. Her shaking fingers brushed over the dried blood. "Ah... Ahhh..." Then she broke. A raw, ugly sob ripped out of her. My spirit hovered nearby, watching her without a trace of sympathy. Mom... isn't it a little late to cry now? Where were you when I needed you most? You were at the concert hall, soaking up everyone's admiration.

She gasped for air, sobbing harder now, her voice cracking with pain. “He broke me. He broke all of us. The things he did… the things he made Paolo do… the way he.... mom,” She cut herself off with a guttural sound, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to hold her body together. “Mom was only depressed you know, about what Paolo…” she whispered hoarsely, tears pouring. “And he… he enjoyed it. Dad, that monster enjoyed destroying us.” She looked at me suddenly, eyes wild and shattered.

"What am I doing? I'm atoning for our sins." Mom swung the hammer, crushing Grayson's fingers one by one. Blood splattered onto her face, and she wiped it away in disgust. "How revolting. I can't believe someone like you actually has warm blood." Grayson finally realized that the crazed woman before him intended to kill him. He strained to shout, his voice trembling. "Help! Help me!" "Stop screaming. I used the best soundproofing materials for the renovation. It's useless," Mom said.

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"