Novel & Cerita Kissing My Mom

He cried hysterically, "I'm sorry, Mommy! I don't want Ms. Cole to be my mom anymore! I want you! I promise I won't play on my phone anymore. I won't eat ice cream, and I won't hit you again. I want you, Mommy! I want you to be my mom!" Archie's cries and shouts drew the attention of passersby who stopped to look at the poor child.

However, the moment I saw one, I couldn’t say a single word. Just like my dad, I’ve lived honestly and barely dated. Still, my drawer is full of toys, and I’ve paid for VIP memberships on certain websites. I really couldn’t understand it. Could it be… that I was actually picked up from a trash bin? “Mom, can you explain this properly? What do you mean, ‘he might be my dad’? I’m only twenty. I’m not ready for this kind of childhood trauma!” My mom was vague. “I sent you his contact on WhatsApp. Add him, meet once, and you’ll understand.”

Wade felt like he wanted to vomit but he forced that reaction down his throat, and finally took her lips in his. Moana kissed back fervently. But Wade felt stiff. He told himself it would get better. But kissing Moana wasn't like kissing Vincenzo. Whenever his lips touches Vincenzo's, his cock would beg for attention. Vincenzo always makes him want to cum.

We rock together, our cunts sliding against each other, wet and slick and obscene. "Fuck,fuck.” Mom's head falls back. "This is, I never…” "Don't think," I whisper, kissing her. Our lips meet, open-mouthed, tongues sliding together. I couldn’t believe this day would come, I was kissing my mother and it felt good. "Just feel, Mom. Just feel." We kiss deeply, our tongues tangling, our cunts grinding, our tits pressing together. Samson watches us, his hand stroking his cock, his eyes blazing with heat.

Miriam would gesture for me to accept them, saying it was about being a good neighbor. Reluctantly, I took them, though I shoved the dresses and jewelry into a box. Once I was gone, Miriam could return them to Margaret. Sometimes, she would try to make small talk with me, her tone careful and hesitant. "How are your parents, Serena?" The memories of my parents were blurry and distant in my mind. "My mom used to braid my hair into cute little pigtails, and my dad would always bring me something delicious after work," I said after a moment.

We finished up dinner and I cleared the table while they chatted away. I watched Joshua and my mom kiss and made a mental note to puke later. She escorted him to the door and bid him goodbye. As soon as the door clicked shut behind Joshua, I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching my mom hum softly to herself as she tidied up. I wasn’t sure if I could handle this new reality—my mom, of all people, suddenly engaged to someone she barely knew. Someone younger than her by a good decade. But the worst part? He was hot. Way too hot. The kind of hot that made my brain short-circuit whenever I looked at him for too long.

After she left, we gave everything away to the kids who were fighting cancer. Five hours left. Dad took me to the amusement park I had always wanted to visit. "I know you've always wanted to come here, but I kept putting it off because of my condition. I'm sorry." I broke into a huge grin. Then my watch buzzed with a message from Mom. [Alicia, tell your dad I've already sent Matthew overseas. I'll celebrate his birthday tonight.] Something stirred in my chest, but the next moment, I saw her. She was with Matthew, walking close beside him.

Even from here, I can see the way his jaw tightens just a little, but enough to make my skin prickle. We stand like that for what feels like hours… him on one side of the room, me on the other, everyone else fading away until it’s just the two of us and the broken glass at my feet. “Maya,” my mom calls out, her voice cutting through the silence. “Come here, baby. Let me introduce you properly.”

I spat. His other hand clenched. But before he could utter another word, Mom took a step forward and slapped me across my cheek. I faced sideways and I fought my tears as they brimmed in my eyes. My cheek went numb and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I would not cry. "Ungrateful child!" Mom spat. "He is your father! You don't have the right to talk to him like that!"

After I secure a hundred-million-dollar business deal for the company, I receive a commission worth a million dollars. When I'm off to ask for maternity leave, the intern, Violet Lintell, shoots a nasty glance at my belly. "You really are a capable one, aren't you? Many of us have participated in the project, and yet all of our commissions aren't as lucrative as yours even when added together." I can tell that she's being passive-aggressive right now, so I respond to her as patiently as I can. "President Kinsley won't skim everyone out on their commissions. I'm just receiving my own commission based on the salary standards." I never know that Violet gets massively triggered by my respon