Making Out With My Mom Novels & Stories

By far the shortest fuck of my life, but also, by far the most satisfying. I filled my Mother's pussy with my warm, gooey sperm, making her cum slightly again. Following this, I collapsed on my mom's big, sweaty breasts. Panting I said... "God mom, that was the best fuck of my entire life." Panting herself and petting my hair, she replied... "Me too baby, me too." "You can sleep in my room tonight if you want to." She said, smiling down at me. "OK." I smiled back.

he said as he held my waist and drew me to him, " You don't know how you drive me crazy, it's wild,” he said with a smile and I smiled back, “ Yeah?" " Yeah,” he said and was about to grab my butt but I pushed his hand away, " Our parents are watching,” I said with a chuckle as I left him to go help in the kitchen, It was like a dream come true that for once my Mom was so carefree and laughing, I know Mrs black has a way of making anyone fall for her and I'm happy she and my Mom are on good terms. I already smell a good friendship.

I grabbed a nude purse from my closet placing my lipgloss, a peppermint, some cash, three bubble gum which I usually carry and I was done. I came out of the closet and I heard gasps coming from the people in the room. "Wow mommy you look beautiful". Emma was the first to speak. "Oh my world, Liz we did a great job making your momma look good. Anna said with her eyes wide. "Yes, we did. We make a great team don't you think?." Liz said doing the fist bump with her aunt. l looked at Damien. " Mom you look gorgeous, Alex doesn't even know what he's gotten himself into". He said proudly.

Were in the same boat, after all, we don’t want this marriage to happen. ~ “Honey!” As my mother entered the dining area, she could not restrain herself from running toward and hugging me. “How are you baby, why do you have bags under your eyes?” She cups my face using her both hands. I look at my grandfather who is now sitting on the other side of the table, busy talking to Aston’s father. “I’m fine, Mom, you don’t have to worry about me. I just can’t sleep because the room is new for me, but everything is fine so far.”

I completely forgot there were others around us. Sebastian usually had that power. Making me forget that there were others aside from him. “Love. I haven’t done eating, yet. I can do it later.” She looked at the old man. “Grandpa. They are arguing.” Arnold looked at us, his brows furrowed. “Are you two?” he asked. I gulped and dropped down the utensils. “No, Dad." "Kiss." "Yeah. Kiss, Mommy. Like during your wedding. I saw it on one of the videos."

Her tone was sad. “Aw don’t be sad Syan.” I got closer to her and hugged her. “I promise to text you every time I can.” “Pinky?” She said sticking out her pinky. “I pinky promise,” I assured her as I intertwined our pinkies in a swear. We were still in our sad mood when our little best friend moment got interrupted. Knock knock We looked at each other and then at the door. “Come in,” I said. Seconds after, the door opened and Mum walked into the room. She had a little smile on her face when she saw Syan.

When I saw her eyes settle on Karla's face for a few seconds, my heart instantly leaped into my throat. Catching the flash of panic in my eyes, Mom simply reached out and gently touched my face. "Relax. I just wanted to tell you to enjoy yourselves."

"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.

As long as my mom gets the care that she needs, I’m okay with it. “Hey Mama, it’s a beautiful day outside!” I say cheerfully, as I walk into her room. I don’t expect a response, but I like to think that she can hear me, so I always try to sound happy. I drag the chair over to the side of her bed and take her hand. For the next hour I sit and chat away, telling her make believe stories about how my life is going. I don’t know if she will ever wake up, but I don’t want her hearing how sad my life is and making her feel bad about it. So, I lie.

My mother is a powerhouse, but she somehow ends up with me, a coward with claustrophobia. "What claustrophobia? You're just being dramatic!" In order to help me "desensitize," she builds a pitch-black, soundproof room in the house. In elementary school, I scream and cry in terror the first time she locks me inside, and she punishes me by not letting me eat for three days. In middle school, I try harder to hold it together and only let out a few quiet whimpers, but she makes me kneel in the snow for a full day and night. I tough it out all the way through senior year, telling myself that getting into college and leaving home will fix everything. But on the day of my acceptance party, sh