My Mom Is Hot Novels & Stories

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

Our eyes met. A mischievous glint appeared in her gaze. "Mom is only doing this for your own good," she said sweetly, her voice carrying down the corridor. "You should really listen to your elders more, Caleb. We only want what's best for you." I had to suppress a smile. Little minx. She was deliberately provoking him now that she knew I was watching. Caleb took the bait completely. "I'll make my father dump you sooner or later!" he snarled, stepping toward her aggressively. "You're nothing but a temporary replacement. A placeholder. The moment he tires of you, you'll be thrown out like the trash you are!"

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

She was about to start the waterworks again. “You were just ten…” she trailed off, and I almost rocked back and forth on my heels while Harper and I exchanged glances. “We should get going.” Dad announced and I flashed him a smile. Great idea. Mum nodded, inching closer to Dad, who snuck his arm around her waist. I eyed them. They were so in love it was sickening at times. “Don’t forget to call every day,” she said. I nodded. “I will, mum. Just…take care of yourselves,”

He said you'll come back when you recover your memories, but you no longer want me even though you remember me! He continued, "Granny told me that Mommy had a hard time when you were having me. I was being too naughty back then, I even made you angry countless times." I looked down at Julian and said, "Never wait until you lose something to realize its value, Juli." He tearfully hugged my legs and asked, "Did I lose you already, Mommy?" I replied, "This is the last lesson I will give you as your mother. I hope you never speak harshly to those you love or who love you. You have to learn to respect others, and they'll respect you in return. People leave when they're hurt."

As they argued from the hotel back home, the atmosphere grew colder and heavier. Mom kept talking, recounting her years of suffering and love for him. "Liam, do you even realize how much I've sacrificed for you over the years?" Mom sobbed uncontrollably. This was a moment of utter defeat and vulnerability I had never seen from her before. "You've always been my priority; I don't even think about anything else! Is this how you repay me in the end?" Mom clutched Dad's collar, crumpling it in the process. Even so, Dad remained motionless as he stood there cold and detached while Mom screamed her heart out.

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

Kian Mom's phone chimed a few lines from a girly pop song. She fished it out from the front pocket of an apron that she'd thrown on and answered with a beaming smile stretching across her face. "Hey, handsome, guess what I'm doing right now?" She giggled as the recognizable rumble of my father's voice uttered something dirty and suggestive. I scrunch my face with repulsion. "No, you perv," Mom replied flirtatiously, "I'm cooking on your barbecue," she told him, to which I heard him protesting playfully that it was his toy and how it would earn her a good ole' spanking when he came home from work.

“What, you think my mom’s too old or not hot enough?” “No, she looks great for her age,” I replied. “Admit it..she’s hot,” Lila pressed. “Absolutely,” I said quickly. “Would you fuck her if you had the chance?” she asked boldly. I shrugged, unsure what to say. Lila smirked. “I can picture your cock sliding into Mom’s pussy. It turns you on, doesn’t it? You’re so horny right now that if you touched yourself you’d explode thinking about her.” “Yes… I would,” I admitted. “Your mom is incredibly hot.”

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