Moms Busty Friend Novels & Stories

"Mama, with whom will I be matched? How many blind dates have failed. I'm a bored mom, you know all girls look at me because of my success. I don't like girls like that! ” “Honey, don't be like that. This time, it's definitely different, this girl is the child of mama's childhood friend. ” “ Huh, have you met your childhood friend? Is she really in this town? " "Yes, that's right, I found it. Tomorrow we have dinner together, okay? Mama's childhood friend will take one of her daughters to have dinner with us. " "Mama, but I can't. Tomorrow I have an activity, tomorrow I have a meeting! "

‘It seems to really respond to a mother’s touch. Sweet Jesus! The over-endowed MILF was talking dirty and everything! This cock-crazy mama was sure as hell nothing like the typical mothers of the girls I dated; they were usually thick-waisted broads with prison-issue haircuts, Anita Backer, and as much sex appeal as Mrs Claus.

‘It seems to really respond to a mother’s touch. Sweet Jesus! The over-endowed MILF was talking dirty and everything! This cock-crazy mama was sure as hell nothing like the typical mothers of the girls I dated; they were usually thick-waisted broads with prison-issue haircuts, Anita Backer, and as much sex appeal as Mrs Claus.

"I see. But what they have for you is hate. Maybe there's another reason why they don't like you." "Maybe. I was never able to ask them." She flashes me a sad smile. "Thanks for convincing them to let me stay." "Don't mention it. This is to make up for the time that we couldn't meet up." I look around and find Mrs Wells and her friend narrowing their eyes at me. I glare at them and turn to Kylie. "Who's your mother's friend?" "That's Kesha. One of Mother's models. She's one of Mother's best employees and has supported Mother since her business hasn't been going so well. Mother's company has been defamed."

All are looking beautiful today. " Group picture! " Rita says and pouts for the camera. I smile looking at the camera. " Girls! Hurry up! We're already late, " Rimpy aunty says. She's a bit heavier than my mother. She's the mother of Mini and Rita. Our mothers are best friends. She glances at her and her eyes fill with tears. I quickly sight elsewhere. If I start to cry It'll be impossible for me to rein my tears. ***

I smirked. "You idiot! It's a good thing you're here." She scoffed and continued. "We are going to give you the best beating of your life, right now" She signalled to the two girls beside her. "What do you wanna do with my mom?" My son interrupted and they stopped on their track. "Oh! Who are these children? They look so much like Daniel." She gasped. "Did you get pregnant for him?" "Mom, let's go. She looks like a prostitute. She smells too." Rhian spoke, holding her nose with a disgust look.

Mom said, and gestured to Carl who handed over a tab to him and a video clip began playing. I turned to mom who gave my a reassuring look. I stared deeply at their face, looking at their reaction. I could see Mr Bills face twist in disgust as he finally looked away from the tab. Mrs Bills scoffed before turning her attention awau from the screen and turned to mom. " And what's this supposed to mean? " She asked and I could hear mom's silent scoff. " I think you should understand by now " She replied " And so what?, They had s_x, it's probably not her first, she might be one of my son's numerous girlfriends " She said and I turned to mom in shock, I could see the shock look on her face.

Their striking resemblance is clearly visible. “Who do we have here?” She asked, squinting slightly as she came to my direction “Good day ma’am…I’m Zach…Nina’s friend” I muttered politely, bowing a bit “Oh…now I remember, I do watch you on TV, you work for the AAB Entertainment right?” She asked “Yes ma’am…” “Oh…just call me mum dear, since you are my baby’s friend. I love your movie so much, never knew I will meet you in person someday, but fate brought you to my humble abode, haahaa.” She laughs, while I giggled along

"Who's the silver fox?" "No one," I said quickly. "You know Ryan, right?" She smirked. "Ahhh, yess, your dad's hot best friend. He's single?" "Divorced," I muttered. "Lucky you," she teased. "I see that look." "Stop," I said but my cheeks burned. We kept talking. She rambled about more clients. One who wanted a mural of his ex-wife but crying. Another who paid late and complained the colors were wrong.