Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

The mate she has found. “Fine! But you must know, by your age I was already mated and had been running around with Cynthia in my womb.” Mom quips removing her mask. “Mooom! we already know this. You have been telling this fact since we were 16.” Riley groans and I shake my head at their usual banter. Just one more night. I got this.

Her eyes had widened, and she had bombarded me with all sorts of questions. I really regretted telling her about it. She had asked too many questions and its driving me nuts. Hayyyy... and to make matters worse, Kesha kept bringing up what happened in Boracay. I couldn't stop myself from reminiscing about my last night there, and every time I did, I couldn't help but feel flushed all over. What is wrong with me? Damn it! "Announcement!" I turned to the speaker. Of course, it was Ma'am Matias, with her fake smile plastered on. I felt the urge to slam her face into the floor. Grrr...

For a moment I thought they could be stuck on fangs, a lot of people did that right? Mom shook her head, reaching for the end table drawer and pulling out a brown paper bag. “Oh no, her laughing isn’t a good thing, hun.” I began laughing, laughing so hard, tears welled in my eyes. This was not happening; my Mom was not dating a vampire and I was not going to call him dad either. She was talking about having babies with his man! Was my mom still young enough to do that? She’s pushing fifty while this guy looked to be my age! Mom pulled my hands away, putting the paper bag over my mouth, the laughing turned into hyperventilating.

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

Lizzy then made a mental note to use this tactic next time to convince her mom to give her a little brother. That evening, for once, Lizzy wasn't watching cartoons alone. Both her parents, Alex and Michelle, joined her. Lizzy felt so happy she even considered sharing the gummy candies her teacher had rewarded her with. After dinner, she eagerly took her candies and sat on the couch, waiting patiently for her parents to join her.

I said sternly, then turned to leave. “I don't want to use the restroom, I only made the excuse up as it seemed you wanted to die from boredom in the dining room.” He raked his hands through his hair and I thought he purposely did it in a way that made him look sexy. Anyways, I think we have spent enough time, so let's head back.” He voiced and with this, he walked past me and toward the dining room. Dinner continued, and of course, the elders were still rambling about business and royalty, and this time, I had to chirp in so my “father-in-law” wouldn't think I was some dummy.

She built towering walls around her heart, locked herself in, and shut me out. … While Mom was cleaning up the pile of minced meat, Grayson came back. Grayson's voice cut through the air, tense and sharp. "Mom, what are you doing?" Mom was incredibly warm. "Grayson, you're home from work. It must have been a long day. Sit down."

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

She wasted her youth on a deadbeat, and now he's gaslit her out of even wanting the money. [Being a lovesick fool will wreck you!] I nodded along, cheering her on. "See? Just those few lines and Dad couldn't even look at you! Keep up that act, Mom. We’ve got this.!" Mom sighed, lifted her phone, and checked her reflection. "True. I really am a stunning older woman." When Dad came back, he set the new agreement gently in the dead center of the coffee table, as if that made it fairer. Mom had rehearsed in front of me the day before, and now she was brimming with confidence.