Mother Novels & Stories

Noah I pushed open the door to my mother's house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The familiar scent of home, a blend of lavender and freshly baked cookies, greeted me as I stepped inside. I could hear the soft hum of the television from the living room, where Mom was undoubtedly watching one of her favorite shows. I kicked off my shoes, my feet aching from the long day, and made my way to the couch. As I slumped onto it, the cushions enveloped me in a comforting embrace, but even their softness couldn't ease the tension knotted in my muscles.

My mother regards me with narrowed eyes, arms crossed defensively across her chest. "Does the girl even reciprocate your feelings, hmm? Does she love you?" she challenges, catching me off guard with her directness. I pause, torn between honesty and the fear of rejection. "Amanda claims she doesn't," my mamma continues, her words landing like a blow to my gut. I bristle with anger, knowing Amanda's ulterior motives, her desire to see me shackled to another.

I looked up at mom so I could see her entire body. She must have moved when I put the cell phone back on the table. She had in her sleep raised both of her arms up so both of her hands were laying on the pillow. My mother is a sex goddess .I couldn't find any thing about her body I didn't like. Now it was time to fuck my mom. As I was looking at her body I slowly sank my dick back into her pussy. It didn't take long to get my whole dick in her, and by the way I do not have a little dick. Some women can't even take all of it in. My mother had no problem taking in my entire dick. After I buried my dick in her I looked down at her

“Jonathan, I was wrong. I really know that now. Could you forgive me this time? “My mother’s old. She can’t handle any more stress. Besides, I already lost my job. If this keeps going, my family and I will be done for. “Could you speak up for me and my mother online? Jonathan, I’m begging you.” I was indifferent. “What does this have to do with me? You and your mother caused this trouble.” Amelia was upset with my indifferent treatment toward her. She stepped closer and anxiously said, “Jonathan, how could you say that? We’re supposed to spend our lives together.”

TREAD WITH CAUTION: This book contains RAW LGBTQIA+ STEAMY STORIES. This is the world of perversion. Sin is without restraints. And your imagination is welcome as well on this chaotic journey to paradise. If you volunteer as tribute, then welcome to this world—unrepentant sinner.

- Your mother said you'll play with him tomorrow, didn't she? – Kyara nodded – So you'll stop crying and won't yell at your mother anymore, understand Kyara? - Liam spoke all the time seriously. He didn't like to see this scene. - Got it, Dad. - Now apologize to your mother. Kyara looked at me and hugged my leg. - Sorry, Mom. I patted her head. - Fine my love. Kyara smiled and ran across the garden seeing Adele there. I stared at Liam and bit my bottom lip, he pulled me by the waist and kissed my forehead.

Rachel "Remember my eighteenth birthday," I said. Daniel lifted his face with his eyes focused on me. "How can I forget? I nodded, I knew what he meant. It was the same day a big tantrum happened in the house with a big fight between Daniel's mom and his and my father too. The fight was so big that it even resulted in their divorce. I don't know, what was the reason behind their fight that was so big that it resulted in separation, even being a cheater can't separate Daniel's mother from his father but a fight did.

Being startled, Madam Queenie Qamra shouted melodiously. The glass hit the chair beside the chair where Mrs. Queenie Qamra was sitting. Madam Queenie Qamra was really and really afraid of her son right now. Mrs. Queenie Qamra stood up and approached her ‘biological son’. She would slap or hit or beat her ‘biological son’ who had made fun of her. Yet, once she had been near her ‘biological son’, her ‘biological son’ also stood up and she had to look upwards in order to look at her biological son’s eyes. Although he was merely ten years old, he’d been much taller than her.

I dont like calling him Dad or Daddy kasi ang landi ng dating sa akin lalo na sa kanya. I notice also these past few days ang pagbabago ng katawan ng Mama. I know something's wrong with her. If ever tama itong kutob ko, I have to force myself to make a right decision and do what is right as soon as possible. Napansin ko rin ang pagbabago ng panlasa at pagiging matampuhin, madali mainis at mabahuan sa isang bagay na gustong-gusto niya before.

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.