Mom's Butt Novels & Stories

he asked. She had never experienced that before and she wanted to experience it. Quickly, she nodded. "It's my first time," she uttered. "Then, I'm the first one who can get your ass, Mommy." A wide grin appeared on Vincent's lips. She bent slightly to give the man access. She was shaking when he separated both cheeks of her seat. "Your butthole is also pink, Mommy!" "O-Ouch!" she moaned as she felt Vincent's long property enter her seat hole.

Mom replies with every intention of making dad angry. "Ekatherina!" "You know I'm joking, but even so, you're dangerous; don't forget that." "We're back." I inform them, clearing my throat when I see dad seems about to devour mom on the couch. They both jump and, when they realize I'm here with my bonbon, mom blushes a little. "I thought you'd arrive a little later, my love." Mom says, standing up with dad's help. "Yelizaveta Belucci! What is the meaning of this?" Dad roars, his face turning a nice shade of maroon.

How much she cried to her father to save her mom but he simply walked away saying it was useless to spend on a person who was already meant to die. Anna could not do anything for her mother. All she did to embrace her tightly and see her suffering. Then one day her mom was released from the pain. She died in Anna's hand smiling weakly at her. Anna begged everyone hugging her mom's cold body to save her but nothing worked that day. She was standing alone to say farewell to her mother. Her dad was busy with his conference. A tear fell on the cheek making Anna come to reality. Anna wiped away when the taxi stopped.

Mum butted in. "The kind of friends you make," I muttered. I watched as Mummy headed out, Aunt Sienna walked alongside her. She turned back and waved at me, but I stuck out my tongue and made ugly faces at her. "You look like a vulture," she yelled and Mummy hit her head. "I love you, mummy," I shouted. Once Mummy and Aunty Sienna were no longer in sight, I dialed the customer care line, but they never answered. I didn't stop, I kept calling it continuously.

"It's windy outside, and you're dragging Luca around? Do you even know how to be a mother?" Joe and Hailey had moved out, so seeing him here screamed 'another fight.' Typical. I tossed my coat onto the couch, not even bothering to hide my irritation. "That's still better than you as a father. Since Luca was born, you haven't held him once. "All you do is sit around with your feet up, throwing out cheap insults. "You barely make a dime, but you've got plenty of time for this nonsense." Joe's face went beet red, stunned by the clapback. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

I thought of my own baby. My hand went to my stomach. Pain ripped through. Jack held him like glass, voice soft as he soothed him. He looked up, waved me over. All I felt was disgust. I didn't move. "Stella, come hold him." "I don't know how." My flat tone set him off. "Stella, what is this? Don't make this hard." "Hard?" I let out a dry laugh. "Even at my worst, I wouldn't play mom to a side chick's kid. And a baby from your affair? Nothing to be proud of—just like his mother. Shameless."

Mom remained frozen for a full five seconds before letting out her second shriek of the day, this one more anguished than the one she'd let out on the field. She finally got the whole picture. I wasn't just "stubbornly digging my heels in". In the last few minutes of my life, I'd used all the strength I could muster to write a final message to her. But she'd been too busy teaching the class to see what was happening less than 250 feet away, separated by only a wall and some windows. Mom slid off the chair, falling onto her knees. Her head even banged against the concrete floor. "Julia… I had no idea… I swear I didn't know… You came back… You came back but… I didn't hear you… I was the one wh

Mom frowned and set some of the things down. “Ray, can you hear me?” Still no reply. Growing impatient, Mom reached the door to push it open. It wasn’t locked, only slightly ajar. She pushed it open wider and peered inside. In an instant, her expression froze.

"That, or she has a fetish for wimpy guys she can control." "Either way, you can do better than a slag like her, baby," mom announced, turning back to the counter and resuming arranging the contents of her purse. I had a view of her from the side now, and I had to admit again, my friends weren't wrong. Mom kept herself in good shape, clearly, since she had a tight butt under that skirt, and her tits were definitely nothing to scoff at. Even in her blouse, you knew they were good stuff. Her dark hair was silky and thick, made for pulling on when you fucked her from be-

Emily asked. Mom suddenly jumped up and threw the chicken in the bag to the dogs outside the restaurant. Esther and Emily were both startled. They exclaimed, "Mom! What are you doing?" "That stupid brat is causing a huge mess at home! And he still thinks he deserves to eat after that?" She then grabbed Esther and Emily's arms, one in each hand, and marched back home as quickly as she could, muttering angrily under her breath. "That tiresome brat! I should have drowned you as soon as I gave birth to you!"