Hot Mom Story Novels & Stories

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

Yayyyyyy, I love you mommy". She yelled running off to watch TV. "My babies, I said going over to hug Damien and Lisa kissing Dame on the cheeks and Lisa on her forehead". "Hey mom, how was work today? Dame asked taking my handbag and dropping it on the couch. "Oh boy, it was good it wasn't really hectic today. How was school today? I asked them. "awesome". "Great". "Nothing happened?". "Nope" They replied. Damien rolled his eyes taking Luca from my arms. " You just got home Mom, shower and we can start dinner. I'll help. I tried to protest but he shut me up

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

“No, I wanna be with mommy!” “Lilith! This is not a bargain, you’ll go,” she stated angrily. Just then the door opened once again and daddy came in. He was looking like mom, with cuts and blood and the smell of smoke. They argued in silence about something then mommy hugged me so hard I couldn’t breathe and then pushed me in dad’s hands. The wall opened and we stepped in when another male entered the room with a big sword and red eyes. Mommy through him to the wall with her power. Her eyes bright red. That wasn’t good. “Vivienne!” daddy screamed.

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

Uncle Harry shouts. Mom picks up the pace and is furiously jacking uncle Harry's cock in and out of her mouth with her hand. Uncle Harry is responding by pushing his ass higher off the bed, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. With a single tremor, uncle Harry shoves his ass up way up off the bed and holds it there, his tense body jerking spastically against mom's mouth. Watching my mom sucking and swallowing uncle Harry's cum, is the last straw for me and jerking my hand wildly I shoot my load into a tissue, as mom finishes swallowing uncle Harry's cum. On the computer monitor, mom is cleaning up uncle Harry's cock with her tongue then lies down on top of him with her head on his

I pause. "You don't have to complete it", he says calmly. I nod, my eyes burning. "He didn't give her money", I laugh painfully. "Mom hadn't eaten anything for three days and she just did that to feed grandma something. He ruined her. He was a fucking asshole!" Tears stream down my eyes and I immediately brush them off. I never cried while talking about myself before. Maybe, because there was no one to hear actually. "Mom didn't know who he was, where he lived. She got pregnant with me and left all hopes of ever finding that man. But suddenly one day, when she was five-months pregnant, she saw the same man by the streets. She went to him with a lot of hope. But he denied even recognizing her

Uncle Harry shouts. Mom picks up the pace and is furiously jacking uncle Harry's cock in and out of her mouth with her hand. Uncle Harry is responding by pushing his ass higher off the bed, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. With a single tremor, uncle Harry shoves his ass up way up off the bed and holds it there, his tense body jerking spastically against mom's mouth. Watching my mom sucking and swallowing uncle Harry's cum, is the last straw for me and jerking my hand wildly I shoot my load into a tissue, as mom finishes swallowing uncle Harry's cum. On the computer monitor, mom is cleaning up uncle Harry's cock with her tongue then lies down on top of him with her head on his

Mom needed me, even if she couldn't show it. Squeezing her hand tighter, I decided on a different approach. "Remember that time we went camping?" I began, a gentle smile playing on my lips. I launched into the story of our disastrous camping trip, the leaking tent, the swarm of mosquitoes, and the hilarious moment a raccoon stole our bag of marshmallows. As I spoke, a flicker of something crossed my mom's face. Was it a ghost of a smile? Hope flared, a fragile flame in the darkness. I continued, weaving more stories, each one a thread connecting me to her, willing her back to the surface.