Shemale Mom Novels & Stories

The other night mama had threatened to bring another wife for her son. "I would get my son a virgin bride if you can't fulfill your part in becoming pregnant for him. I know girls like you, you must have tricked him into believing that you are a saint." Mama said to Sarah. "That friend of yours, what's her name again?.... Mary! She looks like a homely girl from a nice family. And your possible replacement." Mama mocked Sarah more. "I love my husband mama and he knows everything about me." "Does he know that you are an ashawo (prostitute)?"

Xiao Hui came out of his grandma’s arms and replied naively, “Grandma, Xiao Hui has grown 20cm tall and has gained 2 pounds weight, that’s what father said.” Mother Mo feigned surprise, “Really, My Xiao Hui has grown so much. Hmm, your dad deserves praise this time.” Xiao Hui was eagerly waiting to tell his grandma about his new mommy. Now that he got a chance, he excitedly spoke, “Grandma, do you know Xiao also has a mommy now? She is very beautiful and takes good care of Xiao Hui.” Mother Mo became wary hearing that. Everyone had just good words to say about that girl which made Mother Mo even more vigilant.

Three months later. The visitation room of the detention center was divided in half by a thick sheet of glass. Dad was sitting in a chair. On the other side of the glass, an iron door swung open. A guard led Mom into the room. She was wearing a blue prison uniform. Her hair had been cut short, exposing streaks of gray at the roots. Her cheeks were sunken, her lips chapped. Slowly, she sat down in a chair and picked up the intercom.

Ignoring the fact that she was completely naked, Mom lunged forward. "Have you completely lost your mind? He's your father!" "No, he's not! He's just an outsider!" I screamed with everything I had. The fury in Mom's eyes quickly turned into pure disgust. "I swear I gave birth to a curse. All you do is ruin my life! "Do you know why I never loved your father? He was a boring guy who spent all his time and energy working! He deserved to work himself to death!"

And I hate even more how my body keeps betraying me, turning their shameless fucking into fuel for my own twisted fantasies. The walls in our house are way too thin. I lie in bed in the dark, trying to ignore it, but it’s impossible. I hear my mom moaning loud, breathy sounds that echo down the hallway. There are wet, slurpy noises, skin slapping against skin in rhythmic claps, and the creaking of their bedframe. She says the dirtiest things, things I never imagined coming out of her mouth: “Yes, Daddy, just like that… fuck me harder!” And he growls back in that low, rough voice, “You like this cock, don’t you? Take it like the slut you are.”

There, I nervously told my parents, "I got a divorce." Dad's expression darkened. He raised his hand as if he was about to hit me. "Dad!" Samuel yelled. Mom rushed over to stand in front of me and hugged me. She was choked in sobs as she shouted at Dad, "What are you doing? We've already ruined her life up until now! She's an adult who can make her own decisions. We should just return her life to her!" Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of grievance surged within me. I started crying while clinging to Mom.