Mommy's Butt Novels & Stories

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

The little one lay on Madam Martínez' lap, speaking softly, "Angela only likes to eat Mommy's food, she has lost weight since being at the Martínez family these past few days." Madam Martínez laughed. "So if I don't let your mommy cook, I'll become the bad person?" "No, I just want to..."said Todd with a playful wink. "Todd, you're such a good child!" Madam Martínez affectionately ruffled Todd's hair.

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

"Nobody will believe you're my mom. They'll think I'm this lucky guy with a hot older girlfriend." Mom slid out of my grasp and walked towards the door. "You, young man, are a bit more mature than I imagined." I followed mom out the door. "Just making the absolute best, mom." Walking behind mom towards the elevator, I noticed that the dress conformed nicely to her body, wrapping around her round butt and into the valley between her cheeks. Since mom had no underwear on, her nipples stood long and proud also. I, fortunately, had briefs on that managed to hold back my erection, but there was still a bulge. I couldn't help it. Every time I looked at my mother's butt and breasts, I saw her on th

Momma tells me that I have only one option and it sounds so filthy coming from her sweet lips, “Abi you’ll need to play with yourself, masturbate. She jumps up and pulls out a large rubber dick and I almost cry at what I’ve made my mother do. I look at her in horror, “please tell me you did not go out and buy that for me, I don’t want anyone in this pack to think you would need that with Daddy around.” I slap my own mouth as I realize what I’ve just said and scream out in anguish as pain radiates through me. I look at her, my eyes pleading.

She flung the blanket back onto my body with all her strength. "How much did you sneak and eat? I was only gone for a few hours, and you turned yourself into this? Were you so greedy that you were about to clear out the whole fridge? Look at you now! You look like an overinflated pig! Gosh, you disgust me!" Mom was shaking with anger, her chest heaving violently. "How did I give birth to such a useless thing with zero sense of self-control? Where's the body fat scale? Where's the monitor? Didn't you see it was flashing red? Why'd you still eat? Were you trying to stuff yourself to death?"

Shit, Mom was a MILF! I sidled up behind her and caressed her ass. "Damn, woman, you look amazing." I ran my hand up her side, until I was cupping her breast. "Jesus, Mom! You're getting way too hot to be going into an office full of men. I don't want anyone messing with my woman. My hot pussy."

"You're going to feel even funnier down here, but that's a good thing, and the Great Father is going to show you what it means when you feel hot and funny like this. Okay baby?" Billie was still confused but she wanted to trust her mommy, and she already felt so funny it was distracting. "Okay mommy." "And this, baby," She tapped on the hard little nub at the top of Billie's pussy. "Is your clitty, it's a magic button." She pressed a little harder and Billie gasped, it was magic! "Sometimes you might need helping rubbing it, or to do it yourself, but always remember that your clitty is important."

Vivian is bright red, beautifully so, and looking absolutely mortified. “I, uh, was…” I tried to think of an acceptable thing to tell a child as to why I was grabbing his mother’s butt. Is there an acceptable answer? “Did mommy have a wedge? I pick my butt when I get wedges. Mommy said not to do it in front of other people. Is that why you were doing it for her?” “Yes!” Vivian exclaims a little too enthusiastically. “Yes, baby. He was just helping mommy. That’s all.”

Bella and I were standing there. We were not holding hands. Mom’s eyes widened. She pushed the guard aside and lunged at the glass. “Bella! Ray!” She pointed at the empty space where we stood. “Have you come to see me? Bella, you’ve forgiven Mom, haven’t you?” The guard grabbed the radio and spoke into it. “Inmate 1043 is emotionally unstable. Requesting assistance.” Two guards rushed in through the door and grabbed Mom’s arms. They dragged her out. Mom’s shoes scraped against the floor.