Kissing My Mom Novels & Stories

Mom said softly. Before I could answer she leaned down and kissed me. Unlike earlier this was no quick peck, but a real kiss. I tried to turn my head away, pretend I didn't want to. But when I felt Mom's soft wet tongue press against my lips, I opened my mouth and moaned as she slid it against my own. Still kissing me, Mom rolled onto her knees so that she was over me, and pressed her mouth harder into mine. Reaching up I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and moaned again as her tongue played across mine. Breaking the kiss, Mom smiled down at me.

Her pulse quickened, tempting me to prolong my hold before I came to my senses and dropped her hand like it was a hot coal. “A kiss?” Her voice echoed, cutting me off little random thoughts I was having a couple of seconds ago, as she stared back at me. “That was never part of the agreement, how many rules to go to make this less worth it?” She said breathlessly. My other hand finds her waist, wrapping my arms around her back to pull her close. “Don't make this harder than it already looks!” I whispered into her face through gritted teeth. Sensing that my mother had been standing by the door watching.

"My friend’s mommy and daddy always kiss." I nervously chuckled and slapped Sebastian's back. "Oh. Really?" "Why don't you kiss now?" "Love, I don't think that's—" My words trailed off when Sebastian Holding suddenly kissed me fully on the lips. Then, he pulled off as easily as that as if it was not difficult for him to kiss me. I gaped at him. Smiling at Kelly, he asked, "How's that?" Kelly showed an approved sign. “You can always kiss whenever I am around, Mommy. I don’t mind,” she muttered.

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.”

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.

"Sounds like the perfect vacation. Do we get to relieve each other again?" My mother responded by climbing on top of me and giving me a big wet kiss on the lips. It was a dirty and passionate kiss. She moved down and kissed my sweaty chest and then my stomach. She moved down even lower and took my soft wet cock in her mouth, tasting both of our orgasms. I thought I had been completely wiped out sexually, but I was wrong. My mother's mouth was slowly bringing my cock back to life. With her lips around my dick, she looked up at me and winked.

I frowned and stepped back, keeping my distance. Dad looked at her, his voice flat. "So?" Mom froze. "Simon... These past few months, I've finally figured everything out. Matthew was trying to tear us apart from the beginning. Don't believe those photos. I never had feelings for him. Simon, you know me. My heart only beats for you." I shook my head, serious. "No, Mom. You're wrong. Your heart would still beat without Dad, and Dad can live just fine without you."