Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

"Think about how much money Blossom could have made when she first joined the entertainment industry. And look at all the money she gave her mom! She must have given her everything!" "Hmph! She used her daughter and now, she's talking bad about her?" The bullets my mom shot at me made a turn and landed on her instead. I heard that some extreme netizens had found her address too. They even threatened to dump red paint all over her door. My mom ended up moving. After this was over, Erin came to apologize. She felt guilty for letting my mom onto the set. She had just assumed my mom was there to see me. I brushed off her comment, but suddenly, I caught sight of her swollen cheek. There was a red

“We know our place. Please do not hurt my mom anymore.” She helped me up. “Let’s go, Mommy.” Under the eyes of the entire crowd, Lily and I walked out of the hall. It felt as though a blade had pierced my heart. That night… my daughter grew up. Back at our cottage near the woods, the communication stone illuminated again. It was Mason. “Evelyn, do not misunderstand. I had to protect the Pack’s reputation in a situation like that…” I said nothing. Lily held my hand and said, “Mommy, when are we leaving here? I want to see Grandpa and Grandma. Didn’t they prepare a birthday party for me?”

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

I just got a better way of hiding it. I took a sip of the tea. The taste was awfully bland. But Mother had put an effort into making it and I didn't wanna hurt her. So yeah, I gulped the whole thing. Fuck!! It was hard to keep a straight face as I handed back the mug. “Thank you.” She chuckled, touching my face. “Get some rest, honey.” Then she stood and left the room. Father strolled in almost the same second. He seemed agonized but still managed a smile.

"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."

My mom could be dramatic sometimes. "Mom, aren’t you too old for all these? And no one calls it smooching anyway; it is so archaic." "Oh, let me hear it. I was once like you, and I am certainly not too old. I know all of these things; I mean, I once did them and still do them." She wriggled her eyebrows at me, "Mom," I groaned. "TMI, I didn’t need to know that." "I was just telling the truth. Anyway, how was the date? Where did you guys go?"