Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

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

I suckled one of Mom's breasts as I recovered. "Please get off of me, Jimmy," said Mom dully. "Your penis is deflating and the condom might leak if you don't pull out now." She sounded like she was discussing a particularly boring subject at an even duller meeting. I pulled my cock out of her cunt and lay beside her. I resumed sucking one breast as I played with the other. "Are you going to untie me now?" asked Mom lifelessly. She still didn't look at me. "Are you going to get violent?"

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

"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.

I turned back with a smile. “Mother!” I said, trying to be as excited as I could fake. She stretched out her arms, and I hugged her. “How were your exams?” she asked. “I don’t know, mother,” I said with a pout. “Aww~ My honey bee. I am so proud of you. You did it in one month. It’s really commendable. But in case, just in case things don’t go your way, don’t be disheartened, ok? Mother will create an academy at home for you, ok?” she said, pulling my cheeks.

In the end, he muttered through gritted teeth, “Fine. I won’t argue with you. But if anything happens to Ray, I’ll never let you off the hook!” With that, he slammed the main door and left. Mom spat in disgust before storming over to my room, banging on it twice. “Raiden Stone! Get out here! What are you playing at? Don’t want the cake. Door locked. What do you think you’re doing?” Another enduring silence and Mom blew her top. “If you dare, then don’t ever come out!” She panted heavily, then turned to Bella. “What are you looking at? Go and do your homework!”

I felt both heartbroken and angry. "Exactly! What's wrong with them this year? Last year, it was so warm that we could just wear a T-shirt indoors," I lamented. On the screen, Mom seemed to freeze for a moment. Her expression turned a little unusual before she spoke again, saying, "If you're cold, just turn the AC up. Move around more. You lie on the couch all day. Of course you're cold." After hanging up, I stared out the window at the gloomy sky. Even with the windows shut tight, the cold seemed to seep in from every crack, leaving my hands and feet numb.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

Yup, it's official, my brother is weird. -------------------------------------------------------- I never thought Mom would actually let me go out of the house at 9pm. But sure enough, she was sitting on her favourite couch eating eba and banga soup watching Legally Blonde and telling me to 'have fun and be home before midnight'. Maybe it was beause she had just gotten off the phone with Richard few minutes ago. Stupid Richard. Making my Mom act like a love sick teenager. She's Not in love with him! She loves Dad and that's the only man she'll ever love.