Making Out With Mom Novels & Stories

"Things? What kind of things, mom?" I ask, my cock springing to life at the thought of my mom with another woman. "Sex." She answers matter-of-factly. "We rubbed our tits together and ate each other to orgasm a few times." I think about Susan and Sherrie and realize that mom must have been doing the same thing when she was in college. Thinking about Susan, I decide to give mom another Post Transmission Suggestion.

“ 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 .

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

After bringing me into this world, Mom develops postpartum depression. It lasts for 18 long years. On my fifth birthday, Dad buys me a small cake. Mom hurls it onto the floor. "I almost died giving birth to you, and you actually have the nerve to celebrate?" On my tenth birthday, Grandma forces me to kneel before Mom and press my forehead against the floor. "Your birthday is the day your mother suffered. You should be grateful she didn't strangle you at birth!" On my 15th birthday, I secretly make a wish, hoping Mom will get better soon. After overhearing me, she slaps me across the face. "I'll never get better as long as you're in my life!" On my 18th birthday, my family takes down m

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.