Lust Mom Novels & Stories

Liam spread his fingers, fully anchoring his hands around my breasts. He kneaded them in a rhythmic, circular motion, his palm pressing down on my tips with every single turn. As he pressed harder, I watched as my breasts were forced into different shapes. Heat flushed across my face, and the embers of my desire roared into a full-blown blaze. My breathing hitched, and my moans grew more uninhibited and desperate. "Jemma," Liam said softly, "you have some congested lumps here. If we don't treat this properly, you'll be very prone to breast diseases in the future."

Lumeng said, jokingly. The child seemed to understand what his grandmother said. “Joke, joke, just a joke, dear.” “I know, Owa.” “Give Owa a kiss. Owo doesn’t want to come and will cry when he sees you leaving again,” Lumeng said, teasingly kissing Lush, “Never mind me seeing you leave as long as you’re all healthy and problem-free.” “Bye, Mom,” Lux said, hugging her mother. She also hugged her and then they walked towards the car. She waved as she got into the vehicle.

“It’s called spousal instinct, baby. Prevents your husband from being a dumbass and potential hoarder. Try it sometime.” Liam helps her out of the cart when they reach the register. He pauses at the front display as they unload their groceries onto the conveyor belt. “Oh, crap, we forgot the chocolate for the smores. Didn’t you say you wanted Pocky too?” The little frown etched onto his face would’ve been adorable if it isn’t for his ignorant question. “Why can’t we just make smores the normal way?”

Louisa freezes by the door, momentarily paralyzed by what she is seeing right in front of her. Her eyes widen as she tries to process the situation. Swallowing hard, she collects herself and forces a thin smile after a few seconds. “Honey, how are you?” She starts moving to her son, hugging him nervously. “Fine mommy. But I was bored, Uncle has been busy.” Liam replies, hugging his mom but contouring his face in a manner that shows his displeasure with being by himself.

I don’t even go to many parties or clubs, although I’m guessing I’ll need to work on that when I’m at college otherwise I could end up studying all the time, which won’t be too healthy for me. The evening is spectacular, our waiter brings us our starters, Lobster soup with freshly made bread and it is divine as it slides easily down my throat. Liam knows I love lobster, he’s obviously gone to some trouble in creating a menu based on all my favorite foods. “This is delicious.” I tell him. “Mama Lopez makes it. Do you remember her from when you came here before?” I was just a kid back then and it was the only time I came here with Liam and his family.

"You should go get some rest, okay? Did you get to see Lucy?" She nods excitedly. "She makes it a point of duty to bring fruits over every single day. I'm so glad I met her." I nod. She needs a woman who she can make small talk and go for shopping with so she wouldn't be worried about gaining weight or fall into pre and post-partum depression. I read that on the internet. "About Liam.." "Baby..." I cut in immediately. "You have to let go of this Liam's case..." Shock grips her such that her expression cannot even hide it. "Just give me a listening ear, okay?" She doesn't respond but I know she's listening.

"Haze, are you sure? Six months is a long time." "We are saving for a wedding, Liam Carter," she smiled, forcing a light, teasing tone into her voice. "We have student loans. If you think I’m letting you give up a massive salary bump just because I'm going to miss you, you're crazy. You have to take it." Liam let out a massive breath of relief, resting his forehead against hers. "Are you absolutely positive?" "I'm positive. I'm so proud of you," Hazel whispered, closing her eyes as he kissed her.

Wesley opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He tried again, and his voice cracked on the second attempt. "Sir, I can't ask you to-“ "You are not asking." My dad's voice was gentle and immovable, like bedrock. "You are family now, son. Family shows up." Wesley set down his fork and pressed his fist to his mouth. He didn't cry, but he was clearly emotional. My mom reached across the table and took his hand, and i sat there watching the three people I loved most in the world, and i understood, with a certainty that settled into my bones, that Christopher Chen had made the worst mistake of his life the day he decided to come for Wesley.

God I hope not. My stomach was swollen with the three growing fetuses in my womb. My stomach was like a freaking planet from under my yellow sundress. My belly button was fully out looking like the tip of a finger poking out. My stomach was freaking huge. The babies were always kicking, and always moving around, it was like they were playing around each other. Always tossing and turning. The weight was freaking ridiculous, and was terrible on my back. I was making dinner, lasagna and some steamed veggies. With everything in the oven I decided to call Niky to see if he would pick up this time. But just like always it rang then went to voicemail.

Bima offered again, this time with a small smile. Lia looked at the noodles, then at Bima. Once again, her expression was conflicted. "But... won’t I gain weight...?" Lia bit her lip. "This is special Indomie, Lia," Bima reassured her. "My system upgraded this to Special Chicken Onion Soup Plus Egg & Veggies!" Lia gave Bima a strange look. "You’re really crazy, Bima. In the middle of the apocalypse, you’re still thinking about upgrading Indomie?"