Mother Novels Novels & Stories

I thought about my mother, my reputation and also Heather. I had brought back two woman I didn’t want around me. How could one day go so wrong. I remembered that my mother liked Heather. Having them both around me was a recipe for disaster. How could I sleep, knowing that? The smell of pancakes hit me as soon as I opened the door. Mother. she used to make those a lot when I was younger but eventually stopped when she joined a group of ‘cool’ mothers, a group of women with older kids who spent their time spending their rich husbands’ money shopping, going on cruises and all that.

Her pack surrounded her, united in support and determination to safeguard her gift and the future it promised. Rosalind's discovery sparked a flurry of questions, and she wasn't alone in her curiosity. Cathryn, Finn, and the pack's elder women gathered around her, eager to share ancient stories and shed light on the mysterious Moon Mothers. "Moon Mothers were revered healers," Cathryn began, her voice filled with reverence. "They wove magic and nature seamlessly, their power flowing from the moon to nurture life and balance." Finn added, his eyes twinkling with excitement, "Legend says Moon Mothers could communicate with the land itself, sensing disturbances and harmonizing the natural world

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

‘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 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 bald pussy. My dick buried in my mom's bald pussy was the greate

But when mom open just a crack and hid herself behind, she was standing in front of full size mirror fitted on the dresser platform and me standing out had full access to her nude image in the mirror. Now before I go any further let me describe my mother, she is around 60 for sure, exact age I do not know. She is not one of those drop dead gorgeous MILF who had retained pertness of her breasts and has a figure to kill for, like mothers in most of the fantasies. She is a typical Indian housewife with kids and grand kids, overweight by at least 15-18 lbs with huge breasts, fairly wide hips flaring in the shape of a pitcher, below her 'not so narrow', waist.

I approached my mother's bed, intending to return the novels to the bookshelf. My mother has always loved reading. She even collected many novels and children's story books. Mama often told me that she wanted to be a children's story writer. Even though mom gave up on her dream after my dad died. And Mama chose to focus on raising me. "Huh?" I furrowed my brows when I saw the plastic packages hanging and squeezing behind the bookshelf. My hand tried to reach the plastic. Although it was a little difficult, I finally managed to reach the plastic and peek inside.

I started scrolling through them. *Girl, YOU were the other woman. The audacity.* *Wasn’t she literally his mistress during his first marriage? Now she’s mad the ex-wife came back? Make it make sense.* *Serena Moore built an empire. Vivian Cross destroyed a marriage. Only one of them is impressive.* *“The only mother he’s ever known” is wild considering his actual mother exists and you literally stole him from her.* *Posting at 3am drunk on wine. We can all see the desperation, sis.*

She nodded and picked one of her favorite books from Colleen Hover; It Ends with Us. I went to the receptionists and told them never to power on the television in my mom’s room. They should disconnect it completely to avoid her watching any news. Mom did not like watching television anyway, she preferred to read books and novels. This was why my father married her, she was book-smart and very beautiful. I took those qualities from her.

My mother tried on scarves and bought expensive perfume and chatted about wedding details. “I’m thinking soft peach for the bridesmaid dresses,” she said as we browsed a vintage shop. “What do you think?” “Sounds nice.” “You’re not even looking.” I forced myself to focus on the dress she was holding. “It’s beautiful, Mom. Really.” She set it down, studying me. “Okay, what’s going on?” “Nothing.” “Elena. I’m your mother. I know when something’s wrong.” Everything, I wanted to say. Everything is wrong.