Mama Gitu Deh Novels & Stories

" There was silence in the room as no words came to me at that time. But Amora suddenly spoke. “Do you remember my mother once liked your father?” she looked at me, with a smile on her face. “But I remember that she said your father already had a mate. Your mother." She smiled again as she went down memory lane. “Yeah... I remember… your mom told us she once asked the guy she liked to be her mate, but he turned her down, saying he already had a mate." So I talked about it, I looked around the garden with a smile on my face.

Lisa went closer to Mason and said "Don't you know that mate stay with each other.............my mate!" Oh my god! what the fudge? Mason and Lisa are mate! This is going to be a hell gif of a ride.

I just loved the good family environment. " No Mamu, my mom is a good cook. Don't make fun of her. " Bill said defensively. " Hey, what was that, Mamu?? You called me that? " Rob asked and bhaiya and I smiled. " Yes!! Mamu is a cute short form of Mamaji, which means Maternal uncle." I said. " I like this word, call me that from now, it is kind of cute. " He smiled. " Ok Mamu, but don't make fun of my mom's cooking. Though our dad seems to be a better one, I loved the Halwa made by him. " Bill said and bhaiya looked very happy. Bhaiya hugged him immediately and grinned.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

Griff said in a low voice. “I know,” I murmured under my breath. Demeter poked her head out of the door and scowled. “The longer you spend up there speculating over whether or not I intend to feed you to my flesh-eating plants, the more time I’m spending away from my beloved children.” “So, you’ve got things that can eat us?” “It was a figure of speech.” She disappeared through the door. I reached for the guns I kept in the holster of my jacket and nudged at Griff to do the same.

He placed me on my feet once he had pulled out of me and said "I have more I want to do but that will be good for now." Holy fuck my mate is an animal!

But she wasn't done and the people in the room were interested in our conversation. "Habibeti, min fadlik. Ahtajoki bi aman la uridi an yantahi biki Al amr mitil abiki, anti kolo ma lady hata law yajibo aalayna an ntsaada maaa aadaina," Mama voiced mournfully, eyes filled with sadness and absolute determination. (Love, please. I need you safe, I don't want you to end up like your dad, you're all I have and if it means that we have to partner up with our rivals)

"This is incredible, it's sooo good! Uuughh fuck, I missed it so much, and I didn't even realize just how much until now! Thank you, sweetie. And thank you Jeff! Ooohhh my god, I really mean it, uuuhhh! I almost forgot how much I love a big cock throbbing deep inside my ass! Uuungh!" "I'm so happy for you, Mom. I knew this was exactly what you needed!" Deb said, beaming with satisfaction as she looked alternatingly at her mother's lust-distorted, unapologetically happy expression and her overstretched asshole wrapped tightly around the root of my boner. Nodding to herself and stroking a lock of her mother's hair off her face, Deb concluded: "You deserve a good dick to have buttsex, and now y

I greeted, taking a seat beside her. “Morning, wifey,” Denver greeted with his signature smug grin. He really loved using that word when Mama was around. “Morning too…” I mumbled, offering a faint smile. “Are you done packing, anak?” Mama asked. “Ah… not yet, Ma,” I replied. “No worries, I packed your things already,” she said proudly. “Mama! You didn’t have to go through all that trouble…” I said. “It’s nothing,” she replied with a wave of her hand.

"Mama, kenapa Alina masih di rumah kalau dia bukan Mama aku?" *Mama, why is Alina still in the house if she's not my mother?* Alina's breath stopped. She pressed herself against the wall, waiting for Clarissa's answer. "Well, sweetheart, that's complicated. Alina is married to your Papa. So she lives here. But that doesn't make her your mama. I'm your mama. Do you understand?" "I think so." "Good boy." Sounds of movement. A book closing. "Now, should we read another chapter? Or would you like to go see the new toys Mama ordered for your room?"