Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

Lauren asks. "They were hard as rocks, stroking their cocks as they watched us get each other off. When we finished, they fucked our brains out and we all came again." Mom glances at Lauren, maybe embarrassed that she's shared so candidly. "Wow," Lauren says, squeezing her legs together to try and ease her own flow of juices. "Yeah, wow," Mom says, kissing Lauren on the forehead. "We've been doing that during every visit since. Does that help answer your question?"

"Wait, what? You can still get even bigger?" She wasn't wrong. I had grown even larger than ever because of all the constant stimulation from her. I took her words as a compliment and proudly wiggled my hips, eliciting another loud gasp from her. I watched her open and close her mouth in awe, and my eyes darkened with desire once more. I leaned forward and chuckled wickedly in her ear. "Let me show you what a real man feels like, Mom. You can look forward to it." Then, I grabbed her buttcheeks, harshly pulled them apart, and prepared to thrust myself even harder and farther into her.

“ Is everything okay between the both of you? Mom asked walking into the room Shuan tried to face my mom giving her the fakest smile that he could ever give . I was just here to ask her about the guy who she locked out this morning even though it was frescing , I just wanted to look out for her and she isn’t having it . Mom turned to face me and that look that I didn’t like came to her face . I do not want that question that she wants to ask , but my mama is going to ask it anyway , I knew that .

Instead, he slides his fingers back into me, slow and deep, and his mouth follows, tongue stroking with maddening rhythm. “It’s Mother,” I whisper. I wait for him to say ignore it. “I said answer,” he growls and goes back to teasing me. The heat in my belly coils tighter, building all over again as he holds me right on the edge of sanity. I press the green button, and put it on speaker. “H-Hello, Mother,” I say, voice broken, trembling so violently it’s a miracle I manage to speak at all. His growl rumbles against my skin in response, and he thrusts his fingers deeper just as my mother’s voice cuts clean through the air.

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"

Mom turned to leave and accidentally kicked the bed frame. Only then did she glanced impatiently at me lying on the bed, frowning as she snapped, "Still sleeping? The sun's already up! Get up and make breakfast. Are you trying to starve the baby and me?" I floated right in front of her and tried to talk to her, but she could not hear me. After that, she shuffled out in her slippers, humming a lullaby under her breath. From the living room, I could hear Dad cracking eggs, and Mom's voice chiming in. "Add two extra spoonfuls of sugar. Beau always loved sweet things."

Grace froze in awkwardness, then snapped angrily, "Then why are you even here? Are you here to threaten us? Do you know how many people are watching right now? One wrong move and I can have you in prison!" The chat erupted in support. "Exactly. She's not here to apologize, so why is she back? Just to freeload and get attention? How shameless." "Can we get the cops involved? She was trafficking at ten years old. Who knows what she'll do now." "Yeah, Grace and her mom are just two women. They can't fight back. We mustn't let her hurt them." I glanced at Mom. She was clutching her head, looking as if she were remembering some painful trauma. Suddenly, she freaked out completely. She dove under

"You already know your mom paid me to be here, so why waste money offering double?" Jace looked a little surprised by how direct I was and finally glanced up from behind his desk. That look practically screamed, 'Alright. Let's see your game.' I didn't care. I dropped onto the couch like I owned the place. "How about we help each other out? You pretend to be a little interested in me, I get paid and leave, and you get your mom off your back forever." His brows pulled together. Judging by his face, he was two seconds away from throwing me out again, so I cut him off first.

"You're giving all the good food to Winston, Mom. What if I don't get enough nutrition?" Mom tapped me on the head. "You brat, are you seriously jealous of your stepdad? "He gives me emotional support. Can you do that?" I looked up what emotional support meant online. Basically, it referred to the ability to bring someone emotional satisfaction and psychological comfort. I couldn't help but wonder—Mom used to hug me and cover my face with kisses. Wouldn't that make me the person who gave her the most emotional support? One day, I got home early from school. The moment I walked in, I caught Mom and Winston Cox passionately making out on the balcony.

How could he just decide to kill himself over nothing? "Maybe he is only putting on a show because he is upset that I took you away from him. He is trying to scare you. After all, he even lied about Caleb being dead..." That rotten man! I was so angry I floated over and tried to slap him across the face, but Mom hesitated for only a moment before prying his hand off. She said in a low voice, "I did go too far this time. Even if it is fake, I still have to go see for myself.