Making Out With My Mom Novels & Stories

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

My mom could be dramatic sometimes. "Mom, aren’t you too old for all these? And no one calls it smooching anyway; it is so archaic." "Oh, let me hear it. I was once like you, and I am certainly not too old. I know all of these things; I mean, I once did them and still do them." She wriggled her eyebrows at me, "Mom," I groaned. "TMI, I didn’t need to know that." "I was just telling the truth. Anyway, how was the date? Where did you guys go?"

Mom teased, pointing to my wild hair and sloth-like appearance. “Yeah.” I played along with a shrug. “I’m thinking, I’m going to stop shaving my legs and quit using deodorant too. Be kind to the earth and all that.” I pointed towards the garden. “I’m just nipping out to go hug a tree.” I pretended to leave through the back door. Mom laughed, making a pig-like snort which also set me off. She hated when she laughed like that but it was so funny that it usually had us both doubled up, laughing even more.

Her legs shuffled awkwardly and her legs were on the verge of colliding with each other, she quickly used the table to support herself. "Mom, you're officially insane." She struck a final pose, hands on hips, and grinned from ear to ear. "Insane or brilliant? Either way, you're up, Sleepyhead!" I shook my head in disbelief. "You know, most moms would just use an alarm clock." "There's absolutely no fun in that. Now get your ass into that bathroom." She winked and blew an air kiss in my direction before leaving the room. My bond with Mom is something else. She's got this knack for turning everyday stuff into a comedy show. We're not your typical parent-child duo; it's more like having a partn

Her eyes had widened, and she had bombarded me with all sorts of questions. I really regretted telling her about it. She had asked too many questions and its driving me nuts. Hayyyy... and to make matters worse, Kesha kept bringing up what happened in Boracay. I couldn't stop myself from reminiscing about my last night there, and every time I did, I couldn't help but feel flushed all over. What is wrong with me? Damn it! "Announcement!" I turned to the speaker. Of course, it was Ma'am Matias, with her fake smile plastered on. I felt the urge to slam her face into the floor. Grrr...

Yup, it's official, my brother is weird. -------------------------------------------------------- I never thought Mom would actually let me go out of the house at 9pm. But sure enough, she was sitting on her favourite couch eating eba and banga soup watching Legally Blonde and telling me to 'have fun and be home before midnight'. Maybe it was beause she had just gotten off the phone with Richard few minutes ago. Stupid Richard. Making my Mom act like a love sick teenager. She's Not in love with him! She loves Dad and that's the only man she'll ever love.

I turned back with a smile. “Mother!” I said, trying to be as excited as I could fake. She stretched out her arms, and I hugged her. “How were your exams?” she asked. “I don’t know, mother,” I said with a pout. “Aww~ My honey bee. I am so proud of you. You did it in one month. It’s really commendable. But in case, just in case things don’t go your way, don’t be disheartened, ok? Mother will create an academy at home for you, ok?” she said, pulling my cheeks.

Miriam would gesture for me to accept them, saying it was about being a good neighbor. Reluctantly, I took them, though I shoved the dresses and jewelry into a box. Once I was gone, Miriam could return them to Margaret. Sometimes, she would try to make small talk with me, her tone careful and hesitant. "How are your parents, Serena?" The memories of my parents were blurry and distant in my mind. "My mom used to braid my hair into cute little pigtails, and my dad would always bring me something delicious after work," I said after a moment.

Laughing, I picked him up, ruffling his hair playfully. "Momma," He cried, wrapping his hands around my neck and hiding his face in my shirt. He was such a mommy's boy. I rubbed his back, my eyes connecting with Alison's. "Momma is alright, my boy." I consoled. Lucas was still staring fixedly at the wall. Alison gazed worriedly at him, opening and closing her mouth as she struggled to find the words to comfort him. My heart went out to them. It reminded me of times when I wanted to be alone and Andrea struggled with comforting me.