Kissing My Mom Novels & Stories

A soft sigh escaped my lips as fragments of my past came rushing back—the kind of memories that leave permanent scars on the heart. --- Thirteen Years Ago I stepped into the living room, the door creaking behind me. Mom was passed out on the couch again, phone loosely dangling from her hand. The TV buzzed softly in the background. “Hey, Mom... I’m back from tutoring,” I said softly, walking toward her. “I’m sorry I came back late—Mr. Hamel had to repeat a few concepts.” I gave a hopeful smile, clutching the paper in my hand. She didn’t even blink. Just stared at me blankly before rolling her eyes and returning her attention to her phone.

The person says, who is none other than Mario, her ex-husband. Xavier, who has never seen his mother gets upset other than in the office, was suddenly shocked. At first, he wanted to defend the uncle who is offering him the sausages, but he's getting scared. Xavier chose to hug his mother tightly after all. "Mom, let's back home." Xavier whispers in Lucrecia's ear. The whispers instantly muffled Lucrecia's emotion which is about to burst. Lucrecia exhales slowly, trying to hold back her anger. Then turn around to Alan who is cooking the sausages.

The moment I walked in, an ashtray flew past my head. "You're getting out of control! How dare you slap Willow in public!" I was not quick enough to dodge, and a cut opened on my cheek, filling my nose with the metallic scent of blood. I touched my stinging face and forced a smile. "So, does that mean it's fine to hit her at home?" "You ungrateful brat, is this how your mom raised you?" "Dad, have you forgotten? Mom has been dead for years." I took a seat at the far end of the table, my face expressionless. Dad was trembling with rage, while Willow hurriedly patted his back.

He sat down on the swing with me cradled carefully in his arms. A gentle breeze drifted through the garden, carrying the fragrance of flowers. I rested my head on Julian's shoulder and watched the sunset spreading across the horizon. “Julian, the sunset is beautiful.” My voice grew softer and softer, barely audible by the end. “Yeah, it is.” He held me tightly, his chin resting on top of my head. “Mom.” I called out softly. My mother stepped forward, crouched beside me, and took my hand. “I’m here. Mom’s right here.”

My mom was standing in the doorway. Her eyes moved past me to Dad's portrait and the white flowers. Her face went white as a sheet.

"Uh, we made out like, for about ten minutes mom. How much of a kiss do you dare me to give you?" Mom looked at me thinking, I wandered for a second if she wanted the whole ten minutes of it, then I thought better of it and waited. "You pick, but it better include some tongue or I will declare myself the victor." I got up and moved across to my mother whom I was about to French kiss. I noticed that my dick had hardened to the point of showing through my pants. Quickly turning to adjust myself so it wouldn't be so obvious, then I went and sat beside my mother much like I sat with Elizabeth that memorable day. After which I put my arms around mom's neck moving to face her. In response my mothe

"When I have some free time, I check my pregnancy. So ...." "Jenar, you're a lousy woman." Here, a small portion of Sarah's rage was released. Then, in irritation, she turned to face Jenar. "Do you want to be known as a murderer?" Jenar smirked. It was as if a huge wave swept over the belief that killing the baby was necessary. "You don't know anything, so shut up! Don't irritate me!" ---Loving My Sugar Mommy--- "Dad, did I irritate you?" The teenager made a funny face while she laughed and teased.

He seemed to like that because he groaned. “You taste amazing.” He smiled as he kissed me harder. I arched my back when his fingers reached my panties and pulled them to the side. “You're already wet for me, aren't you?” he mumbled against my lips. “So guys, I am ready.” Mom's voice echoed through the house. She's coming. I snapped from my daze and pushed Ivan away then I jumped off the counter and rushed to the sink, pretending to wash my hands. “There's my favourite people,” mom smiled as she twirled in her green flare gown. “How do I look?”

Her gaze drifted over to me—to my right eye, now a bloody, ruined mess beyond repair. For the first time in eighteen years, I saw something other than disgust in her eyes. A faint flicker of light, trembling and fragile, rose from the ashes deep in my heart. Mom… will you finally look at me? Will you finally feel something for me—even a little pain? With the last of my strength, I reached my hand out toward her. But then, in the next second, a weak whimper came from Alice's hospital bed, "Mom… I'm so cold…"

Her heart was so full, looking at her guests smiling warmly at her. Then, she danced with some of her male friends, and her last dance was with her father. When it's time to blow the cake, her friends and some guests greeted her with sweet birthday wishes. Her mom was the last one to greet her. "Happy 18th birthday, Kimmy! I wish nothing but the best for you, sweetheart. I'm so glad to have a sweet but strong, smart, and bubbly daughter like you. Always remember that you're my favorite daughter. Well, because you're the only one." Her mom paused for a while when everyone laughed at her joke.