Mom Son French Kiss の小説・ストーリー

"Wait ...that guy ...kissed you ...?" I know she was disappointed. "I am so sorry mom ..but i just couldn't resist . I know you are mad i kn-" "No no ...its not the topic of disappointment. .but ..tell me ..how was the kiss ? ..was it a french kiss ? What did he say after the kiss ? ..wait ..when did you two kiss ?" 1 minute of silence for me and mom please WHAT .THE .FUCK !!?? "Umm .." i cleared my throat as i sat up

“Maman… we both belong to him now.” Camille kissed her daughter’s cum-stained, sweat-slicked lips deeply and moaned, “Yes, baby… we do, dad and Pierre have a thing to learn or two.”

Lisa said glaring at Dame. "What!! but it was fun!!! he sang. Admit it you enjoyed it he sang poking Lisa who was trying to hold her laughter which wasn't working. "Fine, It was fun." "Besides the cupcakes were for you mum". "Awwwwn, is it now?. "Yes". "Group hug? I love you guys so much" I said to the as tears welled up in my eyes. "Mum don't cry, we love you too". Damien said kissing my forehead. Did I say he was taller than me?. Yep, my son is taller than I am.

With a sigh, I fell into the chair across from him and told him everything, leaving out the details, until, no… I spilled those too. “And he has the softest lips known to mankind,” I gushed twenty minutes later. “I’m not lying, Brick. They’re like sexy little pillows, made just for—” “Okay, that’s enough.” Brick lifted a hand and made a sour face. “A, I don’t want to know what his lips feel like. And B, does my mother know anything about any of this?” I blew out a breath. “No. Nothing.”

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Without warning, he slammed Ronan against the wall, fingers tightening around his throat. “What exactly do you want?” Jayden growled. “Say it.” Ronan smiled, prying Jayden's hand away, he leaned in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to his lips. Jayden shoved him away instantly, breath shaky. “Do you enjoy harassing me?” Ronan’s thumb brushed Jayden’s jaw. “You started it. When you stole my first kiss.” Jayden gritted his teeth. “It was a mistake.” Ronan tilted his head. “A mistake? If I take your first time now. Does it count as a mistake too?”

Way too handsome and young for a man my mom was dating. My pulse raced as I tried to tear my gaze away, but it was almost impossible. There was something about him that had my attention immediately locked. I watched my mom hug him and plant a little kiss on his lips before she held his hand and turned to me “Veronica, this is Joshua,” my mom said. “Joshua, this is my daughter, Veronica.” “Daughter? I didn't know you had a daughter?” Joshua whispered to her, wide-eyed “I’m so sorry I never said anything before. I… I just thought you’d be alarmed and-”

Every strand of her hair sat perfectly in place, but her voice—tight and rough around the edges—betrayed her. “Have you been shouting?” I asked. “You sound hoarse.” She cleared her throat. “A little sick. But I’m drinking warm tea for that.” She flashed me her most modest smile. “I hope you get well soon.” “Thanks,” she replied. I held her wrist as she was about to walk away. “What are you doing?” “Tell me, Mom… Why did you invite Summer to France?” She wrenched her hand free. She turned around. Slow. Her eyes locked on mine and I saw that venom she knew how to hide too well. Then she masked it with a wry smile.

I fished a few hundred-dollar bills out of my purse and handed them to him, but the confusion on his face seemed to imply that the money was not enough. "It's just a kiss. Don't push it," I commented, reaching for more cash. However, the guy stopped me and said, "I don't want your money. How about we settle this another way?" I ended up spending the night with this stranger, and he was my first intimate encounter besides Timothy. The memory of last night burned vividly in my mind—his firm arms, smooth muscles, and the way he moved like an insatiable beast, keeping me up until late.

“He’s bold. I saw him pinning Mom on the wall and kissing her. Then he proposed to marry her after that. I don’t like his guts, but he’s not a coward like you.” ‘Seriously. Why did these kids think it’s easy to woo a woman?’ Caleb wondered. He clicked his tongue when reality hit him. “That Mason guy kissed your Mom?!” “Shh. Don’t be so loud. Mom thinks we didn’t see it, but yes, you heard it right. He kissed Mom on the lips. Her was red then, and she was shaking,” Paris elaborated. “Maybe that’s how one looks like when there are butterflies in their stomach? I don’t know. I’m just a kid.”