My Mom Is Hot Novels & Stories

“Yeah. We face time and he’s good. He’s now a blonde, by the way.” Mom turned, spatula in hand. “Blonde? Like… you mean blonde?” I snorted. “Yeah, it looks stupidly hot. I hate it.” Dad chuckled. “Jealous already?” “Always.” Mom sat down across from me, finally, her own plate in front of her. She took one bite, chewed slow, then fixed me with that mom-look. “So,” she started, casual but not really. “What have you been up to lately? Besides therapy and mooning over your boyfriend.”

Feeling the weight of his gaze, I deliberately shifted my attention to Mom and asked, “So, how was your trip, Mom?” The question hit its mark. Mom froze, her spoon hovering midair, as though she hadn’t expected me to bring it up. I could see the discomfort flash across her face. “I—Isabella!” she snapped, her tone sharp and defensive. “I didn’t go on a trip.” She recovered quickly, but her annoyance betrayed her. “I’ve had tons of work to handle. You know that.” I let out a soft laugh, playing it off casually. “Mom, I was just asking. Why are you so touchy?”

Mina yelled. “Relax, baby. Of course you’re in heat. We all can smell it. You’re just grumpy you’re not having sex.” Mom said before taking a bite of food. All four of us grimaced and exclaimed at the same time: Mina, “Ew!” Kimi, “Gross.” Rina and myself, “Mom!” Mom looked around the table at us. “What? It’s what happens when a bitch is in heat!” “Why do you think I whisk your mom away a few times a year? I can’t subject you lot to her temper when she doesn’t get laid.” This was my dad’s contribution to the conversation.

I scratched behind his ears and carried him into the kitchen with me to feed him supper. "Hi." I greeted my mom as I entered the room. She poked her head up from the oven, and smiled. Her bun was falling in her face from all the activity, and she had worked up a little bit of a sweat. She was a curvier woman, and was starting what she considered to be premature menopause. If you asked my dad though, she just liked to keep the heat running as high as she could stand it, because she'd once heard high temperatures and hot showers could help protect aging skin.

Behind the scene where Aiden spoke to Mom that way, I was really surprised but what surprised me more was that, in the night, these two genders had heater sex throughout the night. While going to the kitchen to take a little bit of water to drink, I heard my mom screaming so wildly. " Mtcheew'' I hissed, almost spitting out my lungs with disgust. "Fuck me harder! Oh yeah!! Just like that baby…oh no no…yeah," My mom moaned wildly. I tried to block my ears but what were my ears for? To listen right?

My mom's name is Sara and she's a gorgeous brunette. She petite with nice boobs and a super cute butt. After my dad moved out mom started working out and running more. She also acquired some new sexy workout clothes. She looks hot in sports bras and yoga pants. I was finding myself more and more attracted to her. I see lots of hot girls on campus, but I had this thing for my mom. I wanted her more than any girl and I had to do something about it.

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

I ask hoping if he talks to him he wouldn't be so mad at me all the time. "No, your mom wants to say hi," he says and I breathe in relief, mom is the easier going, she's a slut and a big meanie, but most days, she's nice. "Hey mom," I say with a smile. "Hey sweetie, how're the hot wolves treating you?" she asks, of course, all she cares about are the hot wolves. "They are all nice," I answer ignoring the hot comment, while every wolf in the room was snickering, enjoying the comment.

He knows. The thought sent another rush of heat through me. My clit throbbed visibly, I could feel it pulsing against the seam of my shorts. I crossed my legs under the table, pressing my thighs together tight, but that only made it worse. The pressure teased me, made me ache deeper. “You okay, sweetie?” Mom asked, glancing over with a smile. “You look a little flushed.” “I’m fine,” I mumbled, forcing a smile as I stabbed at my eggs. My voice came out breathier than I intended. “Just… warm in here.”

It was impossible. I ducked behind the back of the car and peered through the rear and front windshield to watch the sidewalk. I trembled as I heard the click of heels. There was no way that was my mom in there. It was impossible. She wasn't a whore. * * * Max Green finds it so hot if it is his mom. That he might have bred her. When his mom steps around the corner from the back of the parking lot, his cock gets so hard as he knows that his mother is the gloryhole MILF-slut.