Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

My father tried to hold down my mother using brute force, but she suddenly exploded with strength as she resisted violently. Joe tried to help my father hold my mother down, but he held back in fear of hurting my mother. All he could do was cry desperately, "I'm begging you, Mom! Give the key to Dad!" Just as my father was about to take control over the situation, my mother suddenly screamed like a madwoman and managed to free one hand to take out the key from her pocket.

After that, she straightened Patrick’s clothes, preparing him to face the police. Jennifer stood by the window, watching the crowd gathering outside with intense focus. Then, she took Johnny to the playroom. Johnny looked up at her, confused, watching beads of sweat roll down her forehead. In a soft voice, he asked, "Mom, why are you sweating so much? Is it too hot? And… that girl, is she really just sleeping?" Jennifer’s entire body tensed as if struck by lightning. Her panicked expression twisted into something terrifying. She suddenly reached out, snatching Johnny’s toy gun from his hands and smashing it onto the floor.

I managed to say between sobs. My mother opened the door and rushed to my side. She sat down on the bed and hugged me tightly. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice soothing and gentle. I clung to her, desperate for comfort. "Mom, I messed up. I really messed up." She stroked my hair, waiting for me to continue. "Tell me what happened, Kat."

I say with a mischievous grin. "You have a rather Machiavellian mind, my dear, but maybe one of these days, I'll take you up on that." We both start laughing, and out of nowhere, mom opens my bedroom door. Unable to help it, we both laugh even harder. "You two seem very cheerful; what are you planning now?" She asks, alternating her gaze between the two of us. "Nothing, mom." I respond with a pout, "we're just talking about seduction techniques." Mom looks at us, not quite convinced by my words, but she lets it slide, at least for the moment.

"Trying to keep me now is beyond ridiculous." His eyes flashed with anger. "That's not true!" "Isn't it? Vivian told me everything in the break room. About your fight. About how you marked me to make her jealous." To develop a passionless relationship with someone you don't truly care about, then to desperately cling to that relationship when it's falling apart—not feeling relieved but instead pretending to be deeply in love—it was the behavior of a performer, not a genuine mate. "We could have dissolved our mate bond months ago and given each other freedom," I continued. "Allowing us both to pursue our own lives with dignity instead of this endless charade."

"You saw the news this morning, didn't you? It's all lies. Don't believe any of it!" Then, his tone shifted, gentler now, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a moonstone ring. "I promised your dad I'd look after Nora. That engagement story isn't real. You're my true mate. One week from now, we'll have our mate-bonding ceremony." Joe slid the ring onto my finger, then gave a satisfied nod. Right then, there was a bunch of noise downstairs. He froze, like something had just clicked, then glanced over at me, a little unsure.

“These are from the days you didn’t eat the breakfast Mom made for you.” I rubbed my stomach through the towel. “And the marks on my belly… those are because you forgot Mom’s birthday.” … My dad stiffened up at every word I said. A cold edge flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, “A fake death, huh? Then, I’ll do as she wants.” My dad immediately told his assistant to arrange for my mom’s death certificate. He also canceled all her extra cards. I hugged Quiana’s neck tightly. “I want Ms. Sullivan to sleep with me.”

Dad was still gripping Mom tightly by the wrist, and he wasn't letting her go. "Richard… Richard, I can explain…" All the color drained from Mom's face instantly. Her voice trembled as her eyes darted frantically between Dad and me. "Explain?" Dad harshly shoved her aside, making her lose her balance and fall. "Then, explain on the call how you were planning to commit insurance fraud by killing Vivian!" He then stomped on Mom's hand, which she thought of using to prop herself up.

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

When I felt her body shiver, I whispered in a hoarse, suggestive tone, "Ms. Lawson, I missed you so much. Did you miss me?" After I spoke, I deliberately smacked her bottom. Ms. Lawson's breathing instantly became erratic. "D-Don't do this. What if your mother sees?" I snickered and told her the truth. "Mom went back to the countryside and won't be back tonight. Right now, besides the two of us, there's no one else in the house. "Tonight, we can be as wild as we want. Of course, you can also scream as much as you want…"