Mom's Butt Novels & Stories

she kissed my cheeks. It felt strange, my mom's attitude was suspicious. I stood like a statue as she hugged me. She looked at me and understood everything. “What? I am a mother Cole and I missed you. Dbt get used to it" she hissed, sitting down. I sat down on the bed and kept starring at her. Her new BBL surgery was very neat, unlike the former. My mom had a butt bigger than the other. “Why are you in Cabin city mom? I don't like it" I frowned.

His boner flexed powerfully beneath his shorts, growing even more rigid and leaking steadily. “My word! He’s just so wonderfully hard!” the mother thought with wicked delight as she mashed her soft, warm, bubble-butt firmly against him. She could feel every inch of the fat, swollen knob of his cock rubbing insistently through her deep ass-crack, pushing and nudging against the tight elastic ring of her sensitive butthole with each teasing movement.

Nate asked again this time his face looking really serious. " Isn't obvious already? I came back to meet you, my baby, so we could make a beautiful and healthy baby" Betsy said as she tried to hug Nate. Nate just did side step and she missed him, Betsy Pouted at Nate's unreasonable behaviour. " shameless" Quinn said as she fold her arms together and was so angry at Betsy behaviour but any time she remembers all the evidence Betsy had against her, it made her feel helpless as she made her way back to the stairs.

The clip showed how Momo went into a rundown public toilet, but when she walked out, he was in a suit and looked like a boy! Grandma Granger stared at the screen, unable to comprehend what happened. Britney thought she did not understand, so she said, “Grandma Granger, can’t you tell yet?”

She hates flying. “Thanks, momma, for coming.” I told her after giving her a giant hug. My mom gives the best hugs. Maybe because she’s so soft and big. Although if I tell her that, she’ll probably whoop my ass. But who wouldn’t be a bit bigger if they could eat her cooking every day? Momma always says she’s not fat, just curvy. But her doctor told her last month she needed to stop putting so much salt in her food or she’d be at risk for a heart attack.

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes burning with rage, and frantically called Mom. At that moment, Mom was at the city's fanciest mall, helping Maya try on a lace-covered princess dress. "Mom, this dress is so pretty! I look just like a princess!" Maya twirled happily in front of the mirror. "If you like it, we'll buy it." Mom gazed at her adoringly and picked up her phone to pay. Dad's name flashed across the screen again and again. She frowned, glanced at it once, and declined.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

His boner flexed powerfully beneath his shorts, growing even more rigid and leaking steadily. “My word! He’s just so wonderfully hard!” the mother thought with wicked delight as she mashed her soft, warm, bubble-butt firmly against him. She could feel every inch of the fat, swollen knob of his cock rubbing insistently through her deep ass-crack, pushing and nudging against the tight elastic ring of her sensitive butthole with each teasing movement.