Sleeping With Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Dad explained, giving Mom the courage to tell me what had truly happened to her. "I was in high school when I met Ethan. At first, he seemed like an ordinary guy to me, until he started visiting me in my dreams every night. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but every night he would force himself on me, and it hurt because I didn't want to do what he wanted," Mom explained, and Dad and I listened quietly, though anger and frustration were evident on Dad's face because he couldn't do anything about it.

I can’t believe this is how my mom grew up. “I met your father one day when I was working in a hotel, we used to sit at the bar and wait for the rich man to buy us a drink and take us to their room, and your father saw me, he bought me a drink and paid for my time but refused to sleep with me,” Mom says and Benny nods.

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the disgusting image of Sean, my long-time fiancé of three years, cheating on me with an average-height, dark-skinned Flora on our matrimonial bed. Soon-to-be matrimonial bed. I had found him fucking her on the supposed matrimonial bed we were meant to share after marriage. When I arrived home to surprise my ex-fiancé, the first sound I heard was a loud moan as I opened the door. Clothes were flung around the couch and on the floor. Following the trail, I picked up the bra and panties I saw on the passage leading to the room. I kept trying to convince myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then the screams and moans became lou

She opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but I beat her to it and lay down in bed with my back to her. "Mom, you should go to sleep a little earlier tonight too." There was silence for a few seconds. Finally, I heard Mom getting to her feet and slowly walking toward the door. "Alright, then go to sleep, Viv. Good night." It wasn't until late at night, when there weren't any more sounds coming from the door, that I finally relaxed. It seemed as though Mom hadn't gotten suspicious of me yet. However, just a split second later, the sound at the door suddenly gave me goosebumps all over.

While she was away, Grandpa and Grandma cleaned it out completely. Everything was calm, as if none of it had ever happened. Eventually, Mom found a new boyfriend. He cared for her attentively and pampered her like a princess. Seeing Mom live a normal life again, I smiled happily too. As long as Mom could live well, that was enough. Just as I was about to go contentedly to the underworld, something unexpected happened. Our neighbor, Mr. Thompson, saw Mom walking out with her boyfriend and said sarcastically, “Your daughter just died a few days ago. Is this your new boyfriend?”

"And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad." "If you ask me, upsetting the future father of your own child over a godson really isn't worth it." Only after hearing all that did Rowena realize that she hadn't contacted me in a long time since the last incident. That was mostly because caring for the baby had thrown her days and nights completely out of order. She had been so exhausted every day that she often passed out the second she lay down. Now that Theo had reached his one-month milestone, she felt like she had finally done enough and could step away.

"Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!" The guy snapped. "You crazy old bitch, what the hell is your problem?!" He jabbed a finger at Zoey. "What about all those times she came to the salon for free treatments and tried to hook up with me? I've been sleeping with her forever. Now she wants to act innocent?" The whole room erupted. Mom's face went pale. Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Zoey scanned the room before her gaze locked onto me. "You did this, didn't you?!"

Before I ruined it all. Mom pulled me into a hug, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I hugged her back, burying my face in her shoulder, breathing in her familiar scent of lavender lotion and home. For a moment, I almost told her everything. The words rose in my throat, Mom, it’s Marcus. I’ve been sleeping with him. I’m so sorry, but they died there, choked by terror and selfishness. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t break her heart. Not when she looked at me with such unconditional love. “I love you, sweetie,” she whispered, rubbing my back. “No matter what. Always.”

"Sounds like your mother and my mother could be best friends." I squint my eyes deviously, remembering the many risqué stories about Max. "Yeah, I'm sure you'd just use your mom to get into my mom's pants or something." I twist my lips in knowing. My favorite story about Max was how he pulled off sleeping with twins on the same night, thinking they were the same girl and neither of them knew about it. His jaw parts in a sexy way as he wipes the counter leisurely, his shoulder muscles flexing from the movement.

I rubbed some ointment on my buttocks, after all they were red from our night out. "Hi, Mom."--- I greeted by lying on her lap, feeling her peck. Mothers have a magic that I can't explain, I say this because I am a mother. When our children are not well, we simply feel in our heart a tightening, a distressing feeling. "Do you want to talk?"--- She asked fondly. "I spent the night with Ethan, at a motel."--- I told her, seeing a small, sideways smile on her lips.--- "You couldn't have done that, it's wrong."