Making Out With My Mom Novels & Stories

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

"There are too many people here. Let's go outside." "Who needs to hide from the public eye? It's you!" I wrenched my arm free, my face burning red, and screamed hysterically, "You and Mom and Dad—working together to deceive me! Telling me the family went bankrupt, that we owed money, telling me you were testing haunted houses! "But in reality? They were traveling abroad, and you came home every day to relax! The only one suffering all this time… was me!" My control snapped. Tears poured down my face.

I felt both heartbroken and angry. "Exactly! What's wrong with them this year? Last year, it was so warm that we could just wear a T-shirt indoors," I lamented. On the screen, Mom seemed to freeze for a moment. Her expression turned a little unusual before she spoke again, saying, "If you're cold, just turn the AC up. Move around more. You lie on the couch all day. Of course you're cold." After hanging up, I stared out the window at the gloomy sky. Even with the windows shut tight, the cold seemed to seep in from every crack, leaving my hands and feet numb.

Just not to Mom. I went on a shopping spree, making a show of splurging. After dropping tens of thousands of dollars on bags without a second thought, I dined at a place where it cost more than a thousand dollars a meal as if it were nothing. On the flip side, Mom was living a miserable life. Christy made a split-screen comparison. On one side, I was walking into luxury stores, spending money like it was water. On the other side, Mom was digging through trash cans by the street.

But then she suddenly snorted and burst into full-blown laughter. She was pulling my leg. “It's not funny,” I grumbled, clearing my throat to try and save whatever was left of my composure, but that only made her laugh harder. “You should see your face right now!” she wheezed between snorts. “I didn't even believe you anyway,” I muttered, glaring up at her. “I wouldn't—” Nyxaria cut me off by shifting forward fast, invading my space until her breasts were inches from my face. “So... you don't have a mommy kink?” she whispered.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

We danced and had fun, I lost track of time dancing Tipling Rock's Staring several times because my aunt loved it, we laughed, we cried, we got drunk, but I had a pending hug with my mother. I don't remember when everyone left, the last thing I know from looking at the ceiling of my room now is that... Michael is good with illusionism, it works as a pick-up tactic for him. Those guys are great. "Happy Birthday." My mother tells me, kissing the top of my head, a gesture that makes me snuggle closer to her. “You are the best gift ever, mom.” I confess. My hair is wet, I just took a cold shower, I didn't drink too much, even though my mom gave me permission to do so, and I still jumped into the

"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.

she winked at my mate. “Fuck! Can't someone just have a good night's sleep around here?” Cross suddenly stepped away from me and I looked at the pitiful thing. “Shit, you're still shaking. Snap out of it, will you? You're easily seduced, you know. Do me a favor and don't leave my side ever again!” “Haha,” mom laughed. “ We were just bonding-” “With your powers, mom,” I groaned, glaring at her. She raised her hand in surrender and shrugged.

I start moving my hips around, sliding my stiffening cock in and out a little bit. "Already? My, you are something, Jack," Mom says, pushing her tongue between my lips and kissing me passionately. She flexes her pussy muscles, massaging my cock as it moves in and out a little farther. "If you knew what your daughter was doing, you'd understand why I'm recovering already, Mom. She's tonguing my asshole and massaging my balls. I can't help but get hard again." "My aren't you two the adventurous ones. I suppose you've been fucking each other for a while, haven't you?" Mom looks me in the eye as she asks this.