Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

"Mom told me not to tell you she still had money! She said you two are asking for more! Now look at this. She's pretending to be poor, and you two are already tearing each other apart." Those words stunned both Ryan and Victor. They immediately turned on each other again. "You told Mom to hide her money from us, didn't you?" The neighbors shook their heads, whispering among themselves. One of them clicked their tongue and remarked, "What's with these three? Their mom is hospitalized, and they're here arguing." "It's obviously about money. Susan must have some savings. Otherwise, they wouldn't be arguing out in the streets, would they?" "I bet that's the case. Kids don't turn out like this fo

She placed the urn on my desk in my room. She would clean my photo every day and place my favorite dishes around it as if I was still alive. She started talking to me as well, acting as if I was still by her side. "The weather's wonderful today, Claire. Why don't I take you for a walk outside? "I made pumpkin soup today. Would you like to taste it, Claire? "I'm sorry, Claire. Please forgive me." Mom stayed cooped up in the house and stopped meeting our relatives. She was afraid of being subjected to their strange gazes and was terrified of hearing them talk about her behind her back.

"There are too many people here. Let's go outside." "Who needs to hide from the public eye? It's you!" I wrenched my arm free, my face burning red, and screamed hysterically, "You and Mom and Dad—working together to deceive me! Telling me the family went bankrupt, that we owed money, telling me you were testing haunted houses! "But in reality? They were traveling abroad, and you came home every day to relax! The only one suffering all this time… was me!" My control snapped. Tears poured down my face.

Just not to Mom. I went on a shopping spree, making a show of splurging. After dropping tens of thousands of dollars on bags without a second thought, I dined at a place where it cost more than a thousand dollars a meal as if it were nothing. On the flip side, Mom was living a miserable life. Christy made a split-screen comparison. On one side, I was walking into luxury stores, spending money like it was water. On the other side, Mom was digging through trash cans by the street.

"Arthur, your mom's working another night shift at the factory tonight. I made chicken soup for her. Bring it to her at work tomorrow, okay? She's had it so hard." Looking at Dad's hands, which were little more than skin and bone after everything illness had put him through, my eyes stung, and I nearly burst into tears. "Dad, that's not necessary. Mom eats pretty well at work," I lied, forcing myself to suppress my guilt. "How can that be? Your mother's always trying to save money. She lives on bread and pickles. She left in such a hurry today that she carried my phone. Bring that to her tomorrow too."

"There's a problem with a project at work. I have to go in today. I'll make it up to Alicia." She hadn't even finished speaking before Dad hung up and blocked her number. I forced a smile, about to comfort him, when a familiar voice drifted over. "Mom, you're the best! With you here, we're definitely gonna win!" My mind went blank as I turned toward the sound and saw Mom holding another child in her arms. I looked up at Dad in confusion. "Didn't Mom say she had work?" He shot to his feet and started toward her, but I grabbed his hand and shook my head. "The race is starting."

He cried hysterically, "I'm sorry, Mommy! I don't want Ms. Cole to be my mom anymore! I want you! I promise I won't play on my phone anymore. I won't eat ice cream, and I won't hit you again. I want you, Mommy! I want you to be my mom!" Archie's cries and shouts drew the attention of passersby who stopped to look at the poor child.

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.

I told her I had to go to the bathroom. Mom caressed me and soothed me as she unstrapped the dildo. "Such a sweet girl has to go potty," she said as she rolled me to my back, holding the dildo firm in my butt. She sat up between my legs. "Don't worry mommy will help you," she smiled down at me. I lifted my knees and the dildo started coming out. Slowly. Mom restrained it, one hand holding the dildo and one hand rubbing my belly. "Did you like it honey?" she asked. I bit my lip and nodded. "Oh yes mommy, it was the best sex ever!" She asked if I wanted to do it again and I said "yes yes yes!" She let the dildo slide out a little more as she rubbed my belly and the top of my clit. The combinat

You were at the concert hall, soaking up everyone's admiration. You were at a restaurant, teaching Maya about sincerity. ... I'm sorry. I don't need you anymore. *** Over the next few days, Mom dug through years of home security footage. She quit eating. Quit sleeping. Her eyes stayed bloodshot as she replayed every clip she'd once used as proof against me, still searching for the tiniest sign I'd fooled her. Anything to prove she hadn't been so horribly wrong. But every video shattered her a little more. At last, she saw the truth.