Moms Busty Friend Novels & Stories

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

“No, uh, that’s not it, mom. You’re gorgeous. I mean, you should hear what some of my friends say about you.” I instantly wanted to kick myself for bringing up the gang’s gossip. Mom looked at me with curious eyes and slid a little bit closer in on the couch. Her hand moved the final inch needed to be on top of my aching bulge, and I let out a silent moan as she began to rub. “Your friends... talk about me?” asked mom. “What do they say?” For a moment, my mind was blank. I was staring at her, the way her cleavage pushed up out of her blouse, the way her face was so familiar and comforting, and I felt the tiny movements of her gentle hand on my package. Then I began to speak.

Just as I had expected my mom's friends are all here, at least the ones I can remember. “Oh Ivy look how grown you've become, just take a look at those big boobs of yours” one of them exclaims and I immediately start to feel uncomfortable. This is one of the many reasons why I don't like them at all. “Oh stop it, those little things” mom says and they all laugh. What a great way to boost my body image mom. “Where's your husband?” One asks, the one I know to be Velma. “Oh he's right outside his G-wagon” mom says not missing the opportunity to brag.

Mum butted in. "The kind of friends you make," I muttered. I watched as Mummy headed out, Aunt Sienna walked alongside her. She turned back and waved at me, but I stuck out my tongue and made ugly faces at her. "You look like a vulture," she yelled and Mummy hit her head. "I love you, mummy," I shouted. Once Mummy and Aunty Sienna were no longer in sight, I dialed the customer care line, but they never answered. I didn't stop, I kept calling it continuously.

Beta Mateo snapped, rushing to stop the lady. “Leave her, I want to see the brith mark.” Jake says, locking eyes with the lady. I watched the beta grumble but back down. The lady pulled the camisole up to her chest, revealing a dark crescent shaped mark just by her navel. She stared at Jake, eyes hopeful and excited. “This. Williams had this birth mark on his neck, it’s tiny and has-“ “Three dark dots around it.” Jake completed. “Do you believe me now? I’m your sister.”

Especially when the husband and wife argue in front of their child to defend them. The plan started to run more and more smoothly. She felt victorious and it turned out that it was not difficult to beat Fisya. "That car actually belongs to my friend who owns the souvenir shop. I purposely borrowed it to meet you. I'm afraid you won't want to be friends with me if you know who I really am," said Rebecca, who touched Fisya's heart even more. “Don't talk like that, Becca. Rich or not, will not prevent me from being friends with you. You have helped me a lot and become my friend. That's enough to make me happy."

"Hi April, I'm Carolina, your mother's friend." "Cut the crap. This woman is no friend of yours, mother. I've never heard you talk about her. And why is she the only friend that has visited you? You really think Carolina Mendoza can care about anyone other than herself?" "Carolina and I met on F******k and become really close. I'm so happy that she came to see me, unlike my other friends who've proven to be fake. Useless bunch. Why are you here anyway, weren't you supposed to be going back to Miami?"

I instantly felt better, that smile could heal the world. "Hi, Mom," I said as I went over to her and kissed her on the cheek. I know it might seem weird that I call my best friend's mom Mom but Amelia and I have been inseparable since kindergarten. Her mom, Tonia, became a second mother to me, a confidante, and the dispenser of the best chocolate chip cookies on the planet. Over the years, we'd shared countless sleepovers, whispered secrets, and navigated the treacherous waters of teenagehood together. Tonia had been there for every milestone, every heartbreak, and every triumph. So, calling her Mom felt natural, a reflection of the deep bond we shared.

Cassie asked, acting all nosy. “Something like that… Yes, I being fucked good, too good.” I said dreamily. “Okay, tell me, do you think the rumors about his stamina are true? I mean from your experience of course…” “A hundred percent, maybe better. I just got to experience what means to fucked senseless. I could barely move when he was done with me.” I whispered. “Why the fuck are you whispering?” “I don't know.” Honestly, I didn't. “God, I need to find me a man like that. Does he have friends that are like him? I mean, a friend with a similar reputation and a loaded pocket.”

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?"