Shemale Mom Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

She gasped out loud " What did you say " I smirked "You heard me " She wanted to play dirty so here I am giving her the taste of it. She can't win against me. I've been quiet for the whole time she insults me. This time around, I'm gonna stand up for myself. News flash, my stepmother also had a prostitute mother who also gave birth out of wedlock. " you ingrate. I should have never allowed my husband to bring you to my house " she snapped. Her eyes were red. She was so angry

I gave up every last ounce of my dignity. He burst into laughter at the sight of my pathetic state and stomped on my face. "Look at you. Don't you look just like a bitch? Your mom really raised a fine daughter. Is this how she usually seduces men to raise you?" I jerked my head up. "No, that's not true! Mom isn't like that. She is a top-tier psychiatrist who uses her professional expertise to bring a new lease on life to countless patients." I argued fiercely. "She's recognized as an outstanding professional every year, and our house is filled with her awards and certificates. She doesn't need any man to raise me perfectly well!"

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

My mom shakes her head vehemently, "What do you mean, ‘no’? Damon just raped me! They can do a test on me and check, they can watch the video.” "Shut the fuck up," she whispers, shocking me now. My mom is frantically messing up her hair. She only does that when she’s in distress, "I need you to shut the fuck up." "What? Mom?! He r-" "SHUT UP!" she yells, so I do shut up, in disbelief, "I'm so fucking sorry, baby, but we can't do anything about it. I need you to shut up." What is even going on?

"Craig, I appreciate you were trying to do the right thing, but I just made it so you don't have to worry. So do me a favor and stop being nervous and start treating me the way you've been dreaming about." She slowly ran her tongue across her lips. "Like a slutty little cock tease that you're finally going to get a piece of." "Mom, can I see..." "Don't ask." She pointed to him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore who just gave her son a hand job. Let's hear all the nasty things my pictures made you think of doing." "Stop teasing and show me your fûcking tits." Craig spoke in a rush before he lost his nerve. "Yes sir." Mom whispered, flashing him a quick pout. She let the curtain go and cupping her ba

"Oh, fuck! Deeper, Baby!" she begged. Vincent is clenching her one leg upward and he's fucking her in a standing position. Her two hands firmly gripped both of his shoulders and she was so open to accepting every thrust that the man gave. "You like it, Mommy?" Romana couldn't answer. Her eyes stick upward as she bit her lower lip as if possessed by an evil spirit. Her howls were constant seems enjoying what he was doing. Just a few moments later, Romana gasped as hot liquid gushed from her tunnel.