Mama Girang Novels & Stories

Afraid that Mom would sense something was off, I skipped dinner and retreated to my room. I opened a streaming app and clicked into a room raising money for a baby with a cleft lips and palate. On the screen, a couple was performing in a dilapidated room. After seven hours of streaming, they'd only collected 1,200 dollars. The comments section was a cesspool of trolls. "Have the mom put on some stockings and do a suggestive dance. I'll send a gift then!"

"What should we..." "Don't utter any word Mr Sean. You said you know a lot of capable girls, look at them. They look like bunch of street things, look. I'll send your remaining money to you right now. I'll do the job myself. I'll find someone who can be my baby mama" she said, transferring the money to him. Mr Sean frowned.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Mama Ji and Vani fumes for different reason as I feed a morsel of food to Rudra. "I am romantic. See." Mama Ji says and feeds Mami Ji who eats it shyly. I see a look in Mama Ji's eyes for Mami Ji which Rudra often gives me. But after a while it becomes a competition who feeds their spouses the most. And it is between me and that grumpy old man. When Rudra says he can't I glare at him to not let me loose but then Mami Ji says she is not going to eat because she feels sick.

Mama Edric; a surprisingly tall, chubby, dark-skinned woman in her late sixties had a black turban tied tightly around her head. Her red blouse with its gold sequins and stones shone with multiple colors that matched with her judge wrapper and her red wedges that fit her feet perfectly. Mama looked beautiful and bold. If it weren't for her grey hair and wrinkles, one would think she was only forty-years-old. The energy she carried and how healthy she was, was a surprising thing. Lastly, Mama was a no-nonsense woman. She's very sharp-tongued and wouldn't hesitate to strike if you ever crossed a line.

I whispered into mum's ear, "Mum, would you show me how you do it? Show me how to eat Ginger's pussy." Mum turned her head and looked at me with surprise in her eyes, then after the shock passed, she turned back to Ginger, her hand still on her boob. She bent down to her breast and flicked her nipple with her tongue a couple times, then pulled it into her mouth, sucking her nipple. Ginger moaned faintly and held mum's head to her breast. Backing up, Ginger lead mum to the edge of the bed. She brought mum down to lay with her still sucking on her nipple and holding the other breast in her hand.

Timothy, too, found himself somewhat taken aback as he glanced over, pondering who Ginger's mother might be. Did she bear a resemblance to Mia as well? Ginger blinked innocently. "My mommy's name is Little Fairy." A moment of silence enveloped the room. Timothy's lips curled into a faint smile. Ginger was indeed an unpredictable kid; you never knew what she would say next. Feeling exasperated, Caleb pressed on, "I meant your mommy's actual name."

“Mama is not leaving.” Elang smiled widely. “Success.”

“Gimme your tit. I want to know how sweet is my daughter.” Marika leaned over and fed her mother one of her ripe plump tits. “Chew it, Mumma Grace,” she gasped. “Oooo, chew it!” Marika fingered ravenously on her mother’s hot bubbling pussy while her tits get sucked. She came back down again. She can't get enough of it. The taste was exquisite, the scent of cunt heavenly.