Moms Booty Novels & Stories

“Mom guilt? It sounds like the only thing you don’t feel guilty about is turning me down.” “That’s right. Not an ounce of guilt about that.” I said, turning my head and facing Cas with a big smile. He just rolled his eyes at me, and I turned back. “Mom guilt is when you feel guilty for not being there enough, and when you are there, you feel guilty for not doing enough with them. For working too much, not buying enough toys, or too many toys. For saying no or not being strict enough. It’s doubting yourself and feeling like a failure because you want to be the best mom there is.”

"I can't remember which unit I went into last night because I was drunk. And I also didn't see the guy's face because it was dark inside his unit." "Oh my goodness! What a beautiful fool!" Jana couldn't help but blurt out upon hearing what I said. "What will you do now if you suddenly get pregnant? Who will you introduce as the father of your child? Don't tell me you'll introduce me as the baby's daddy. I'll really strangle you to death, Alice. My looks are not for being a daddy, but for being a mommy, okay?"

She spun around and fled with her tail between her legs. "Carter Chance, just you wait and see! Sooner or later, I'll make you regret this!" I wasn't a kid, so her threat didn't scare me at all. Adults relied on real capability to get things done, as actions spoke louder than words. A perfect example of this was how I had already arranged for people to put pressure on Lipton Corporation. They wouldn't have many good days left. Phillip wanted to use this opportunity to sneak away, but Ms. Yowley ordered her men to seize him.

What if this is the reason why they're arguing? Mom came a few hours later, she asked me to pick up my bags that we will be leaving home.. I asked her why but she asked me not to and just listen to her .. I had to obey her, Lolita joined us and as we approached the front door, dad comes down running.. "Hey! Where do you think you're going to?". He grabbed mom by the hand and pushed her away from the door . Mom still mad at him, retaliates and gives dad a slap on the cheeks..

Mom finally got tired of trying to coax me into making the first move using passive displays (at least that's the way I see it now) and decided to get aggressive. She was sitting across from me in the easy chair and I was watching TV. Her legs were spread open and I could see the garter belt that was holding up her nylons and the wet crotch of her panties - wet with what I now know was the cum of whoever she had picked up at the bar. I had a hard time keeping my eye on the TV because they kept wanting to stray over to mom's legs. She had great legs and she always wore high heels and nylons and that was (and still is) my biggest turn on.

Walking in her high heels, Haley approached and immediately attracted a chorus of exclamations. "Wow, Todd, is this your mom? She's so beautiful!" "Your mom looks like a goddess from the sky. No wonder both of you are so good-looking!" The children chattered around Haley. Haley smiled gently and said, "Eat more fruits and drink more water, and your skin will become fair and beautiful. You'll become more and more beautiful, trust me!" The beauty-conscious girls secretly kept this advice in mind. After saying goodbye to the other children, Todd held Angela’s hand and got into the car.

I've certainly never seen this much of it. "May I have some of that?" Mom asks, standing up to get the suntan lotion from Mary. Bending over, mom begins applying lotion to her own legs. I never get tired of looking at my mom's body. She's wearing a string bikini, with a thong bottom, that displays her firm, round ass cheeks to the world, or at least to Mary and I. Unbelievable! Two grown children and mom can still wear a thong... and make your dick hard when she does!

Half of her ass cheeks hang out and she looks so hot I could just pull those shorts off and bang the shit out of her. My mother Deborah was an incredibly young looking brunette, almost blonde, and green eyes. She is thirty-eight and a woman with exceptionally long legs and very much a modern woman that still shows off her legs wearing shorter skirts than women her age would wear. I like to see my mom and high heels because her skirts or dresses get shorter, and I always try to get a peek up at her skirt or dress. I've gotten lucky several times and have seen her different colored panties.

The second one caused him to unsnap his shorts and slid his hand into them to grab his aching cock. Mom had lifted her breast and was licking her own nipple. "I want my son to do this to me so bad! He's right in the next room too! Do you think he's hard thinking of his mommy?" Even though she'd tweeted it two minutes ago it already had a few replies all to the effect of they were hard for mommy. Another new tweet appeared, this one she'd taken pointing down at her body. Mom was only in a pair of black panties and he stared longingly at her bare breasts, her flat stomach with the pendent piercing and her long legs. Another appeared, the same angle, but with her hand in her panties.

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy about her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey-and-black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’