Shemale Mom Novels & Stories

“You seem shocked , well let me break the bad news to you Rissa , I know that you have been screwing my husband all along “ Mom's words dropped a bombshell on my heart , I didn’t want to believe what I had just heard , no matter how much I tried to , I still couldn’t get the words together . “ what did she mean by she knew that I was screwing shuan . “You know what Rissa , I am your mother and trust me when I say that I notice everything about you and even the slightest changes I notice them too . The first day you met shuan , I saw the way you looked at him and the way that you wanted him. I could see it in your eyes . Well I had just gotten the news that I couldn’t gave babies so it was ea

Sounding princely while the suppressed thug in me was slowly surfacing. “More like no one wants a woman as pathetic as you. Truth is I am the only one who can ever accommodate someone like you. You might think highly of yourself but men don't like women like you. So when you're done throwing your tantrum you can come back to me,” he said and while I stared ahead, my hand shaking and tears springing in my eyes. Why would he do that to me? “Fuck you!” I shouted my first curse word in ten years since the first time I said it and my mother canceled our scheduled vacation to Disney world and punished me with a trip to the beach instead where we had gotten into an accident and they had both died.

If she did not do that, she knew that her mother would not take it lightly with the assistant. " Do you like it?" She asked and looked at her daughter with a smile. " Of course mom, I do!" She said and smiled but inwardly, all she wanted was just to buy it and leave. " Then try a few more." Her mother said excitedly while she gasped. She thought she had seen it all but she was seeing something else. Why should it be now that she was very embarrassed? She thought and itched her hair thinking of what to say but unfortunately, she could not think of any excuse at the moment.

Why would she think it’s her fault. “He was right. I can’t look after myself so how could I have expected to look after a child. If I can’t even look after myself then how? How? I am a very bad mom. I lost my pup. How could I have been so stupid. I should have taken better care of myself. I should’ve done more. I should’ve drank more water. I should’ve slept on time. I should’ve sat down more. I should have listened to him.” I sat there crying silently as she spoke, watching her cry freely as she spoke, convincing herself she was wrong. She paused, suddenly throwing the duvet off her body, attempting to stand up.

But I can see that she is also happy and nice about all of this. For some refreshments, I began pouring a cup of lemonade into a glass. I hand it to her after she cleans the floor. "I am sorry if you have to put off your day with this," I said to her. She cocks her head. "I offered, so there is nothing to say sorry for. You know, my mother is also a single mom. I do not want to ask because your privacy matters, but I am not wrong, right? I hope I am not offending you," she said, biting her lips. I can see that she does not want to offend me, and she did not.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

I could feel him squeeze Charlotte’s hand because she tensed up immediately, shoulders stiff. “Charlotte, is there anything you want to tell us?” Mother Vivienne asked gently but firmly. “It’s okay, you can speak freely here”. I assured her. “They…” Her voice broke, cracking on the word. She swallowed hard. “They keep calling me immoral, saying I seduced their son. That I have no shame, trying to sleep with him in broad daylight.” “They all keep making things difficult for me, especially his mother. She uses every chance to insult me, make me feel small and worthless.”

she replied breathlessly, winking back at him over her shoulder. The four busty moms were now lined up in a perfect row on their hands and knees, side by side. Their enormous tits hung down heavily, swinging like pendulums, while their big, round asses pointed invitingly outward. Their sweat-glistened bodies waited eagerly for their next turn to get hammered hard from behind. “I think I’m going to like this ‘world of sex’… a lot,” the teen expressed with a satisfied grin. His mom peeked back at him with a naughty, loving smile, wagging her fleshy ass invitingly. “You’ll like it a lot more when there’s plenty of mommy-meat involved, baby.”

"Sam." I walked over and reminded him gently. "Too many sweets will hurt your teeth." He looked up at me, pouted, and suddenly pushed my hand away hard. "I don't want you! Daddy said! The Real mother is coming to my party today!" "I only want the Real mother to take care of me!" Her childish voice echoed clearly in the suite. The laughter died instantly. All eyes turned to me. Ethan rushed over, pulling Sam to his side. "Elena, he's just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.