Lusting For Mom Novels & Stories

“Careful, Warrior Girl.” The casual intimacy of the gesture made me blush even harder. “I’m fine,” I managed, my voice hoarse. “Just… went down wrong.” After a few moments had passed and I thought I had dodged that bullet. “So?” Mom pressed, oblivious to my discomfort. “Do you have a date?” “Ah, yes, well…” I fumbled for words. “I don’t have a date exactly. But soon, Ma.” “Soon?” She frowned slightly. “Sweetheart, you know you’re not getting any younger. You should be thinking about these things.”

" I hugged Mom while Les hugged Dad. Mom held me close, closer than ever. She pressed her hips against mine. I couldn't help it, my cock grew as Mom put her mouth to my ear, touched it with her tongue, and whispered, "We still want grandchildren,"

Lincoln launched into an explanation of his construction company and the development project he was working on, and Daggy stopped listening because Britty had started to squirm beside her. She was rubbing at her eyes and making small distressed sounds that meant she was getting uncomfortable or upset about something. "Mama," Britty whispered, tugging on Daggy's sleeve. "I don't feel good." Daggy touched her forehead but it felt normal, no fever or sign of illness. "What's wrong, baby?" "I want to leave." Britty's voice got louder, more insistent. "Please, Mama, I want to go now." Lincoln paused mid-sentence to look over at them, his expression mildly annoyed. "Britty, we're in the middle of

She must've grabbed the clerk's handset. "Cassidy, do you have any idea what you're doing? Unfreeze the card right now! And also, transfer 150 thousand dollars immediately. I've lost all face in the store. If you don't want to see me humiliated in public, send me the money now!" I held the phone a little farther away and waited until her roaring calmed down a little. "Mom, what are you talking about? Why is it 'money, money, money' to you? It makes our relationship feel… transactional.

I was near the bartender, swirling my drink and watching the party with a bored expression. "Lola, it's your mother's day. Why don't you just have fun and stop sulking?" Sunny urged, and I just rolled my eyes at her. I shook my head, not in the mood. Why celebrate something that wasn't even going to last? As much as I hated to admit it, my mother was more interested in her fiancé’s money than the marriage itself. "I'm not in the mood to have fun, Sunny," I replied, taking a sip of my drink.

She was smiling, looking nothing like her usual demanding self. "Nat, Ms. Turner said you've been doing well lately. Want to take a trip overseas and clear your head?" I could barely contain my excitement. I didn't know why Mom suddenly had a change of heart, but I wanted to go somewhere with her. I didn't want to have any regrets at the end. The thought alone made my eyes sting with tears. "I'd love to, Mom. When are we leaving?" Without missing a beat, her expression darkened. "Natalie, it seems you still haven't learned how to be a perfect daughter."

She kept thrusting through the waves until her legs gave out. Lucy pulled her fingers free and licked them clean, tasting her sweet cream. She loved being this cock-hungry slut. In class she ground against her chair. At night she fingered herself raw to p**n. She lived for the moment a real man would destroy her pussy. Her phone buzzed. Mom calling. Sarah had raised her alone after Dad left. She worked hard selling houses and tried to be the perfect mom. Lucy answered, still breathing heavily. “Hey, Mom.”

I wanted to cum right then and there. The whole night had built up a raging torrent in my balls. They ached for release, but I denied them the satisfaction. I stared down at my Mom, and her eyes were crystal blue pools of lust. She slid down, taking more of me into her mouth. I groaned and wanted more than anything to grab her by the head and fucking push it the rest of the way down her throat. She must have understood the desire because I felt her try and swallow me whole. She gagged, and I watched her eyes water.

"You did not ask for any of this." "Neither did he. He did not ask for a father who never loved him the way he should have. He did not ask for a mother who only wanted Arthur's money. He did not ask to grow up in the shadow of a ghost." I paused. "Elena. My mother. Arthur never stopped loving her. Leo knew that. He knew his father was in love with a woman who was not his mother. That kind of rejection stays with a person." Marcus studied my face. "You feel sorry for him."

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"