Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

Even her gentle voice makes me want to cry right now. She knows. Yea, what's the point of having me with her for years of growing up if she doesn't know? I calm myself and just smile at her. And when she hugs me, I close my eyes and I thank her for being with me through times like this. "Thank you, Na!" I sincerely whisper to her "And here we go again. Nana, we're just going to the Capital. I'm not going to get her away from you, so stop acting like you two will be apart forever," as soon as we hear him say that, we break from the hug and laugh together.

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

Mary suggested we just act normal and go ask Mom what’s for dinner. We walked quietly down the hall. Mom’s door was partially open. We both stopped when we saw her lying on the bed in just a towel on top, legs spread, using a small pink vibrator on her hairy pussy and moaning softly. Mary tried to leave but I held her there and took out my phone. I recorded Mom fingering herself from behind for almost a minute. My hard cock was pressed against Mary’s ass the whole time.

She wouldn’t be acting like this with my older brother, Ryder. Mom pursed her lips as she looked at my face. “Are you sure about her? I mean, perhaps you are merely fascinated by her.” I snorted. “Really Mom? I get you all to think I’m out there, but I’m not that far out there.” She smiled and squeezed my shoulder. “Sorry, it’s only she’s so…” “I know,” I said, grinning as I remembered my mate in that black dress. Mom sighed, snapping me out of my daydream. “Okay, new rule. No mentally undressing your mate when I’m around.”

Mom had specially prepared a huge spread to welcome her. At the table, Mom sat right next to me to keep me in check. Ms. Hurst took a bite of Mom's cooking and nodded approvingly. "Eleanor, your cooking is really wonderful." Before Mom could even respond, I jumped in and nodded eagerly. "That goes without saying! Mom's always secretly watching cooking videos when she's supposed to be working. That's how she got so good at this. Here, give it a try." Ms. Hurst froze for a moment and didn't say anything.

POV: Kenny “Why does everyone look sad when I feel okay?” I asked it quietly at first, because quiet questions feel safer, nobody answered. Mama sat by the window with her back straight and her hands wrapped around a cup she was not drinking from. Papa stood near the doorway, arms crossed, staring at the place where the trees met the sky. Grandma Miranda had gone very still in her chair, the way she did when she was listening to things that were not in the room.

Not when they threatened everything. Juliette laughed, sharp and mocking, clapping her hands together. "If your mother hasn't truly done anything, why would she be terrified of ghosts? Look at your dearest mother—she looks like she hasn't had a good night's sleep in three years. Stepmother dear, afraid the ghost under your bed will grab your feet at night? Is that why you’re having sleepless night?" She pointed right at my face, her eyes gleaming.

she winked at my mate. “Fuck! Can't someone just have a good night's sleep around here?” Cross suddenly stepped away from me and I looked at the pitiful thing. “Shit, you're still shaking. Snap out of it, will you? You're easily seduced, you know. Do me a favor and don't leave my side ever again!” “Haha,” mom laughed. “ We were just bonding-” “With your powers, mom,” I groaned, glaring at her. She raised her hand in surrender and shrugged.

Mom kept pumping against her toy, hissing and whispering to herself, words I could only barely hear. "Gn! Yes! Ahhhh, right there... fuuuuuck..." I kept squeezing myself, knowing I didn't dare whip if it out and stroke, but once I was back in the privacy of my room, I knew I was going to town on the ol' hog. I did myself one better and pulled out my phone, carefully angling it to catch everything happening with the camera and hitting 'Record'. I resolved to feel guilty sometime later. "Gnnnnnnnnn!" mom strained as I recorded her. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum!"

"Least you could have done was come over and help me out!" "I..." "Oh, you know you want it honey!" Mom moaned as she her fingers slipped into her smooth wet pussy. "No I..." "That's alright Joel, because I want you to want it!" "You..." "Of course I do, why do you think I've been teasing you the last few weeks?" My reply turned into a gasp, as removing her fingers from her glistening pussy, Mom shoved them into her mouth. "Mmmmm." She groaned, rolling her eyes back.