Shemale Mom Novels & Stories

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.

The woman she had always longed and wanted to see. She saw a scar on her mom's wrist. When she was a child, her father beat her. In order to protect her, her mom got this scar. It was very deep, so it was still there. She remembered it vividly as if it had happened yesterday. How could she ever forget what's this woman had done to her? " If you don't accept it, Mom will be angry." She said softly and smiled again while Selena took the card into her hands fully and frowned slightly.

"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.

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."

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

Mom would instantly calm down and hug me tightly, her eyes glistening with tears. Just now, I saw a brief moment of distraction cross Mom’s face, only for it to be quickly replaced by blazing anger. She pointed at the storage room door and cursed loudly, “Ellie, are you even a girl? Do you have any shame? “You can even poop and pee in your room? “And you’re still in there giggling? What are you laughing at? What right do you have to laugh? “I told you to stay in there and reflect on your mistakes, and this is how you take revenge on us? By doing something this disgusting?

"What did he do to you?" Arielle looked at her mother with her big, innocent eyes. She didn't understand why Mommy was so angry. She said in a small voice, "I felt itchy down there, so Neil helped me. Mommy, why are you hitting him?" Seizing the moment, I quickly threw my clothes back on. Furious, Arielle's mother slapped Arielle across the face. "I got into this line of work to give you a good life. To keep you from going down the wrong path. But look at you—you went and did that."

I asked her, wanting to know. "Wow, you're such a party pooper". She took Ethan away from me and then continued talking, " Why don't we go out and have fun, we shouldn't be locked in everyday". she stated and then went back in to get her purse. We came to the shopping mall, Mom made us stop at every clothing store and almost bought the entire place, it was my husband's card yet my mom derived pleasure in misusing it... "Sophia, how do I look?".

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.