Kissing My Mom Novels & Stories

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

God, I can’t believe I feel this way toward my mom's fiancé. Mira's eyes widened, and she let out a piercing scream. 'Oh my god!' A muffled 'Sorry, Mum!' followed from off-screen, Mira clapping a hand over her mouth. Aurelia stifled her own giggle. 'That's typical you.' 'I have to go, will text you back soon.' Mira blew a kiss and ended the call, leaving Aurelia alone with her racing thoughts.

Waiting. My mom reached for me. She swung her arms around me. “How’s my celestial being?” She asked, showering me with kisses. “You look pale.” “Hi, mom.” She stepped back and twirled happily. “How do I look?” I forced a smile. “Good. As always.” “You don’t look bad yourself. You're as beautiful as ever. Honey, your dad and I were talking about what you want, and who you’d rather stay with.”

, she said softly and peck me in the forehead as I made a gag noise. "Mom I'm 6 now, I don't need your kisses.", I huff and cross my hands on my chest as she smiled and my dad chuckled from the front of the seat. They still somehow think I'm some baby. I huffed at their attempt to baby me She sit besides my dad and they just talked, boring old people talk seemingly. I paid no attention to their conversation cause they paid no attention to mine. I'm still angry that they couldn't let me ride that big and cool ferris wheel.

The smirk on his face made my stomach swarm with butterflies. “Is the show over already?” He raised his hand to caress my face, but I moved away a little, making him place it under my chin, and he tilted my head upwards to face him. His tongue swiped against his lower lips slowly, and I almost cursed out. I knew it was wrong to want to kiss them, especially right now. I met his dark eyes, and all I could do was blush and gulp. My stepfather had just caught me masturbating to him.

His gaze landed on the urn in my arms, and he knew—I was taking my mom to be laid to rest. He scrambled toward me, clutching at my pant leg. "Jess, please—let me come with you. I just want to see Mom one last time." I pried his fingers off and walked out the door without looking back. The burial site was just as the agent had promised—rolling green hills, fresh mountain air, a quiet peace that stretched for miles. My mom had always said the city was too loud, too busy. She used to tell me that when she was gone, she wanted to rest in the mountains, surrounded by beauty.

Let loose the kisses like a girlfriend would. "You are my girlfriend," I groaned with a flood of passionate feeling. As our emotions flowed between us, we found ourselves kissing. We shared passionate kisses and a beautiful, extended embrace. Sometimes I would stand tall, arms straight, staring down the path my mother's body was leading me. With deliberate slowness, I glided in and out. My mother's pubic bush was matted and damp from our shared need and arousal, and she was wet as well, her need slippery on my shaft. At other times, I would end up kissing my mom as passionately as if she were my lover instead of my son, while lying on my elbows. As my mother's

With a loud moan, mom clung to me and went rigid as she experienced her fifth orgasm of the night. Mom lay panting beneath me as I caught my breath, before she could recover I captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Mom melted into my body as she clung to me and opened her mouth to allow my tongue entry. Both of us moaned into the kiss and my still-hard cock gave a jerk as mom ground herself into me. Mom moaned louder as she felt my hard cock move inside her. With a quick motion, I rolled us over to position her on top.

We kiss passionately while we ride out the aftershocks of our intense orgasms. "You're always the best, Nick." Mom whispers, breaking the kiss. "I love you." She says, running her fingers through my hair and holding me tightly against her naked body. "I love you, too, mom." I respond, nuzzling my cheek against her rising and falling breasts.

We embraced. "May I kiss you, mom?" Our lips touched as she answered, "yes, my son, please." Briefly tentative, our kiss rapidly escalated. Mom shoved her tongue against my lips and I opened my mouth, welcoming her in. I slipped my hands down her back and under the towel, touching my mother sexually for the first time. Her ass was a little softer than Molly's but nice, real nice. Mom moaned as I massaged her cheeks. As we kissed, her towel came loose. She pulled back and let it fall.