Kissing My Mom Novels & Stories

I bit my lip hard, my voice shaking uncontrollably: "Kieran, are you just going to let Owen act so recklessly!" "Just like last time when you nearly killed my mother, now you want to kill me too!"

Kissing him was unearthly, touching him was unearthly, everything about him was perfect and he was mine. I never wanted to let him go. Knock. Knock. Knock. Too quick, he broke the kiss, making me whine. "Cameron, why is your door locked?!" My mom's familiar voice came from the other side. For this only, I wanted to kill everyone! To be continued...!

I hit him again, having so much fun doing it but he just kept talking. “Do you know you're about to have the coolest mom in the world? Your mom is the prettiest, richest woman in the world. Do you also know that your mom granted me permission to take care of her forever? I know, I still can't move on from that date and now you? I'm bursting with excitement.”

It made things easy. Mom slipped her fingers on her cheeks. Her face emanated affection, kindness, and worry. Her smile showed off her pearly white teeth. Leaning forward, she kissed my head. "If you don't like your new school, you can come back home. All you have to do is give me a call." "I promise." I embraced her quickly, fighting my tears to not show up. I flashed my full smile. Daddy tapped on my mother's shoulder. They were talking in their heads. I rolled my eyes. "Gosh! Telepathy." I muttered under my breath.

I didn't want her to ridicule me. Mom stared at me and sighed. She placed her fork down and approached me. My back tensed as I dug my nails into my palms. Fear gripped my heart. I was terrified that she was going to say something. I didn't want to hear her say that word again. However, Mom simply kneeled down next to me and brushed her fingers gently along the back of my swollen head. "I lived a tough life, Claire. There were a lot of children in my family, and your grandparents didn't like me. Eventually, I got to marry your father, but unfortunately, he died young."

Suddenly, a fragile hope sparked inside me. I almost argued with myself. Did this count? Did this count as proof that Mom still loved me? It had to count… Otherwise, why would she stop me from leaving? I was still trying to convince myself when a cold, sinister voice came from behind me. "Hey. What do you think Mom will buy: shrimp or ribs?" I spun around. Suri was standing behind me. "Don’t bother guessing. Mom will definitely buy shrimp, because shrimp are my favorite," she said with absolute certainty, not a trace of guilt, only a provoking look in her eyes.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

When I saw her eyes settle on Karla's face for a few seconds, my heart instantly leaped into my throat. Catching the flash of panic in my eyes, Mom simply reached out and gently touched my face. "Relax. I just wanted to tell you to enjoy yourselves."

A soft knock on the door made me jump. “Breakfast in twenty minutes, lovebirds!” Enzo’s mother called cheerfully. “Don’t be late!” I smiled despite the nerves. “Coming, Mrs. Romano!” Enzo stirred behind me, his voice husky with sleep. “Come back to bed. Five more minutes.” I laughed softly and turned around. He looked so handsome lying there, hair messy, eyes half-open. I crawled back in for a quick kiss. “Your mom sounds excited. We can’t keep her waiting.”