Making Out With My Mom Novels & Stories

My mom said softly. I'm not sure why but I thought about my dad. I pictured my mom in curlers and face cream lying on her back in her bed with her robe open and her legs reluctantly spread a stopwatch in one hand and a club in the other. "You have three minutes." I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or herself. She stood there and watched as the mother licked the boy's cock clean. I watched my Mom as she stood there watching and I didn't think I could feel any more uncomfortable that is until my mom turned and looked at me.

I walked straight to the dining and took a plate of food. They were sti standing by my door ,looking at me in a weird manner,I hope I was able to puppy my fake happiness. I walked back to them and pecked my mom too. "Thanks for your care,am really fine ,you should see your faces!"I chuckled but they seem to have observed. "Your eyes is swollen"Mom replied not convinced anymore,she drew close trying to inspect. "Really ? ...maybe that's..because am stressed out from typing works,you know those stuff "I managed to get back to my room.

" I paused and Mom made a show of pushing my cock away. "I want my mother to suck my cock!" I blurted out. "Like this?" Before I could respond, Mom opened her mouth and taking my cock into it, slid her lips half way down my shaft. "Oh yes!" I moaned as she started bobbing her head up and down.

My mother was lying on the sofa, watching the last of her soap operas. “Hello, sweetheart,” she said, smiling. “Did you have a nice day?” “Very nice,” I lied, smiling back. “How about you?” “I’ve done very well. I made supper!” “Mom you aren’t supposed to exert yourself,” I protested, gritting my teeth.

She wouldn’t be acting like this with my older brother, Ryder. Mom pursed her lips as she looked at my face. “Are you sure about her? I mean, perhaps you are merely fascinated by her.” I snorted. “Really Mom? I get you all to think I’m out there, but I’m not that far out there.” She smiled and squeezed my shoulder. “Sorry, it’s only she’s so…” “I know,” I said, grinning as I remembered my mate in that black dress. Mom sighed, snapping me out of my daydream. “Okay, new rule. No mentally undressing your mate when I’m around.”

"I'm the only Mother you ever had and you're gonna have me all day." Mom tilted her coffee mug and drained it, turned it over, and put it down. She pushed her chair back and dropped to her knees, talking as she moved between my legs. "You know what turns me on so much about this? You know what made me cum so hard watching that family? Mom looked up at me, holding my cock as I answered, "The same thing that made me cum so hard." Mom's tongue slipped out and touched the head of my cock as we said in unison, "It's so wrong."

Mom called as she walked into my room. I was so engrossed with my thoughts that I didn't hear her until she tapped me lightly on my shoulder. I flinched at the sudden feeling but I was glad when I saw my mom. "Honey are you alright?."she asked worried. I immediately faked a smile and nodded. "I was just thinking about Paris, the outfits, concerts and some other things." I lied. "I'm happy you like it here." She said with a beautiful smile. "Gosh, she's beautiful, I know where I got my beauty from." I thought and chuckled which startled mom.

When I came out, my mom was in the kitchen finishing serving breakfast on the plates. -Where are you going, son? -My mom said. -I'm going to the mall with Eva," I answered. -So you're going out with her every day? I thought that today you could stay and watch movies with me or something. -Mom, I promise that when I get home we'll watch the novela together and tomorrow I'll stay all day watching movies with you, okay? -I answered. -You know your dad leaves very early for work and I'm left alone here at home. Once in a while he makes time for me.

Even her gentle voice makes me want to cry right now. She knows. Yea, what's the point of having me with her for years of growing up if she doesn't know? I calm myself and just smile at her. And when she hugs me, I close my eyes and I thank her for being with me through times like this. "Thank you, Na!" I sincerely whisper to her "And here we go again. Nana, we're just going to the Capital. I'm not going to get her away from you, so stop acting like you two will be apart forever," as soon as we hear him say that, we break from the hug and laugh together.

And I’m really not, but how the hell am I gonna turn down my mom’s cooking? “I could eat,” I say. The smile she gives me could light up the damn universe. “Make me your favorite, Mom.” She turns back to the kitchen, already pulling ingredients. Dad claps me on the back, pride beaming from his eyes. She makes chicken parm with pasta, cucumber salad, and homemade German chocolate cake. It’s a feast. I try to protest, say I’d rather sit with her, but I can tell—this is how she shows love. As she cooks, Dad and I talk. About my medical training. Painting. Books. Music. He asks, she jumps in. We talk about me—my life. All of it.