Making Out With My Mom Novels & Stories

He said, and I exhaled, taking a step closer to him. “I hope I’m getting it right.” He chuckled and started over again, and I helped. Mom and I used to make them in our square kitchen while playing some music over the phone, we talked, and laughed. This moment brought some memories that made me smile and Alpha West caught it. “You remember something?” “My mom and I used to make this…” “So she was a single mom for how long?” “Ten years. We were all we’ve got.” I said with a small smile.

Mary suggested we just act normal and go ask Mom what’s for dinner. We walked quietly down the hall. Mom’s door was partially open. We both stopped when we saw her lying on the bed in just a towel on top, legs spread, using a small pink vibrator on her hairy pussy and moaning softly. Mary tried to leave but I held her there and took out my phone. I recorded Mom fingering herself from behind for almost a minute. My hard cock was pressed against Mary’s ass the whole time.

I heard a knock on the door and I looked towards the door without saying a word. The door creaked open gently and my mom walked in. She came to sit beside me; "I noticed you are sad." my mom said. I do not want to open up to my mom, she already had a lot she's battling with, I shouldn't be making her worry. "I'm fine mom." I faked a smile and looked at her. "Mom, you should rest."I further said and held her hands into hers. " How can you hide what is happening to you from me."She yanked her hand away from me angrily and looked away.

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.

I smirked back as I hid my own surprise behind a devious smile as I replied, "You're standing in front of me naked, I'm teasing your big tits, and you're rubbing your ass on my cock, of course, I'm getting hard, Mom." Mom moaned as she pressed her ass back into my crotch and rubbed me teasingly. She then glanced over her shoulder and moaned out, "God, you make me so wet, baby." I smiled and captured her lips for an awkward kiss. I kept her with her back to me as I rubbed her breasts and she ground her ass into my crotch. Mom then snaked a hand between our bodies and gripped my hard cock as she purred, "Come with me. I'm putting this hard cock to good use right now."

I also stopped paying for their cost of living every month, opting to save 40 grand instead. I swore that I would never let them wring me dry again. Once my mom realized that I had blocked her, she began to find different ways to get in touch with me. At one point, she even found the filming set and location I was at. I happened to be filming the scene where the male lead would jump into the water and save me. My mom arrived on set the moment he princess-carried me out of the water. She was furious when she saw me lying in my co-star's arms in a flimsy dress dripping with water.

Mom's uncle was laid to rest the next day just as it had been said that it would be done . Shuan and I didn’t return home last night but last night he stayed at a hotel and booked two rooms making it look like we slept in different rooms but instead we slept together and it was the best night of my life . The sex was amazing , thinking about the stuffs he did to me , I just couldn’t imagine the next time I was having him . I made sure that he ignored all of mom's texts and faced me .

I tell her. “We should head back in, the sun is really harsh and besides you have to finish the arrangements.” She tells me and I groaned, regretting ever telling Jake I would be good as an assistant for him. It’s been utterly stressful and coupled with the fact that I’ve been trying to wedge myself into the Luna position. I’ve been having painting lessons with the children in the pack. They come over for an hour and thirty minutes and we paint. It’s been exhilarating having something to distract me especially since what happened, happened. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The image of Matthew falling to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out of his chest, the knife plunge

I took a shower and got dressed in something casual– a simple tank top and short before heading downstairs. When I headed downstairs, my mom was lying on the couch, watching N*****x with a cozy blanket wrapped around her legs. As soon as she heard footsteps, she perked up. “Honey, come watch TV with me” she said when she saw me, patting the cushion next to her. “I’m watching this cute romantic comedy. You’ll love it.” “Actually, I think I’m going to head out for a bit,” I said. “Maybe hit the beach.”

Her eyes darted around, never daring to look at Dad. Dad sat beside her like an iron tower, silent, but the pressure he gave off felt like a storm about to break, the atmosphere in the room turning cold. I sat obediently on a small stool, swinging my short legs, even humming a nursery rhyme our kindergarten teacher had just taught us. “What are you singing?” Mary suddenly asked, her voice hoarse. I smiled sweetly at her. “The one my teacher taught us. It’s called My Good Mom.” Mary’s face turned paper-white in an instant.