Shemale Mom Novels & Stories

Mom apparently makes up her mind. "I've got a few videos that might help." Mom says slowly. "I guess if you're old enough to rent them, you're old enough to watch ones I already have. They're on my closet shelf in a shoe box, help yourself." She says, smiling. "I can't believe I'm sharing p**n videos with my teenage son." She chuckles, shaking her head.

Every strike from Mom was harder than the previous one. "Go ahead and stuff yourself as much as you can! I'll demolish you, you fat, greedy pig! I'll rid you of all your unwanted flesh!" Abigail was too heavy to dodge in time. She could only cover her head and scream, "Stop, Mom! Stop! It's me, Abigail…" "No, you're a pig. You're a goddamn pig!" Mom had completely lost touch with reality. The doctors rushed in and sedated her.

Mom apparently makes up her mind. "I've got a few videos that might help." Mom says slowly. "I guess if you're old enough to rent them, you're old enough to watch ones I already have. They're on my closet shelf in a shoe box, help yourself." She says, smiling. "I can't believe I'm sharing p**n videos with my teenage son." She chuckles, shaking her head.

So she throws down her pencil, her pussy on fire, and heads on out. * * * Sheila Miller I just couldn't focus on my social studies test. I couldn't think of anything but Mom. She was just so hot. So sexy. The ultimate MILF. She gave birth to me. That made her a true mother. My mother. I licked my lips. Screw the others. Ms. August. Ms. Waters. Mrs. Greene. None of them held a candle to my blonde and sexy mother.

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

But any lingering doubt disappeared when I saw Henry lift his glass to a middle-aged woman, saying, "Mom, here's to you." That woman... I'd recognize her anywhere. Mona Lott. My late husband Sebastian's high school "friend" and relentless shadow. When we were together, she tried every trick in the book to break us up, pulling him into constant drama and misunderstandings. Even after we married, she didn't stop. Once, while I was pregnant, she came by with "nourishing" soup, hoping to cause a miscarriage. Thankfully, I was cautious and didn't fall for it.

She's her Mother's Daughter **Get her pregnant** Seth's POV "Get her pregnant!"He replied and I flinched. "Are you kidding me?" "I mean how on earth will you say such a thing? She's sixteen for fuçk sake, sixteen!" I half yelled.

"From now on, you can't call me 'Mommy'. Call me 'Sissy'. Is that okay?" Lizzy pouted, clearly not thrilled with this new game. But being the obedient child she was, she complied, softly uttering, "Sissy." Michelle was pleased. As she caressed Lizzy's soft hair, she reveled in its silky texture. Seeing the young girl's face – a mirror of her own from childhood – Michelle warmed to the idea of having a little sister. Becoming a mother was overwhelming, especially when she still felt like a twenty-year-old at heart.

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

He adjusted her disheveled dress with a demeaning slowness. "Now, go back downstairs," Xavier whispered coldly, appearing completely unshaken after what they had done. "Go to your husband. Let him smell my scent on your skin. Remember, Elara... every time he touches you, remember who made you tremble tonight. And this was just the warm-up, Mommy. The nights to come will be very long for us." Elara climbed down from the desk, her legs still shaking. She smoothed her hair, trying to gather the fragments of a dignity that had been shattered into dust.