Lusting For Mom Novels & Stories

Every creak, every shadow, every whisper was a move in a dangerous game, one that Nickey intended to master. The night stretched long, suspense winding tighter with every moment. Nickey’s eyes scanned the moonlit corridors, every instinct alert. The figure remained unseen, yet the pull—the challenge—was undeniable. Trina’s hum rose, soft, magnetic, drawing him closer to the line between strategy and temptation.

Mom says, as she lets her fingers run down between Mary's legs. I'm stroking my hard cock through my swimsuit, as I watch the action through the door. I was originally going for a swim, but the look of lust on mom's face, makes me want to wait and see what happens. Ever since I gave mom the suggestion about enjoying the taste of pussy, she's practically been addicted to it. It started with my sister, Susan, but I've also caught her with my girlfriend's mom, Maggie. I know the transmitter gave her the courage to act on it, but I'm pretty sure my mom had bisexual tendencies before I gave her any suggestions.

She cast her gaze down, wringing her hands together and not looking at me. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked her. "My mom… we've never made a cake together," she said in a husged whisper, as though she was ashamed of that fact. I immediately felt a rush of anger burn through me. I didn't know Jenna and I had only met her once but even that encounter was more than enough for me to know that Jenna cared more about her career and her status as an actress and celebrity than her own daughter. I searched my brain for something to say to Chloe.

My mom's sudden question broke the stillness, drawing our attention. "Honey, I didn't see you in bed last night," she remarked, her tone gentle but curious. Jason, ever the smooth talker, flashed a charming smile and reached for her hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. "I came upstairs to tidy up our room. I wanted to make it more comfortable," he replied smoothly, his words laced with a hint of seduction. My mom blushed at his words, clearly charmed by his gesture. But as she turned her gaze to me, I could sense the weight of her scrutiny, her eyes searching mine for something I couldn't quite decipher.

She went back to her anatomy books, carefully planning how to hurt him again and again without killing him outright. She had even obtained a large supply of adrenaline. She wanted Grayson to stay fully conscious and watch as she severed his limbs one by one and tore out his internal organs. She intended to make him die in unbearable agony. Wiping away my tears, I watched Mom decisively pick up the hammer and crush Grayson's fingers with a single blow. Grayson let out a piercing, gut-wrenching shriek. "Mom! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Tears welled in Mom's eyes as she smiled, her expression unsettling. "What am I doing? I'm atoning for our sins."

I was stronger than before now. Hearing those words simply made me bored. "In your eyes, is a woman only beautiful if she has unblemished skin? "If you're so beautiful yourself, why are you sneaking around and spying on me? Where are all the people who love you? Why aren't they by your side?" Mom's lips twitched. She seemed like she was struggling to find more rebuttals against my words. "Also, have you forgotten what Louis said to you last time?

“Traitor.” He raised both hands in surrender. __________________________________ Dinner ended with me thoroughly outvoted, and before I could retreat, my mom practically dragged me upstairs. “Mom, this is overkill.” “Overkill,” she repeated, zipping open her makeup bag like she was prepping for war. “This is called effort. Sit.” I groaned but plopped onto the vanity stool as she began fussing with my hair. “You don’t have to make me look like I’m auditioning for America’s Next Top Model.”

Somber music and monotonous decorations filled the funeral hall. A large memorial display stood at the entrance, with my and Dad's names written on it. When Mom saw it, the last trace of her composure crumbled. She fell to her knees and crawled to the front. Before she could even step inside the hall, Larry lifted his foot and punted her away. "Scram, you piece of trash! A monster like you doesn't deserve to show up here! We don't want your wickedness here!"

Jace kneels between us, his hands roaming my thighs, Mom’s hips, like he’s claiming us both. “Lila, touch her,” he says, and my breath catches. I hesitate, but Mom grabs my hand, guiding it to her breast, her nipple hard under my palm. It’s surreal, taboo, but the heat in her skin mirrors mine, and I squeeze, drawing a moan from her. Jace’s fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, and I gasp, my other hand gripping the couch as he leans in to kiss Mom, their tongues tangling while he works me.

"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.