Touching My Mom Novels & Stories

The moment she touched me, flashes of her voice telling stories, teaching me how to survive, and the warmth of her affectionate touch flooded my mind. Tears welled up, spilling down my face. “Mom?” I choked out, my voice filled with pain and the weight of the emotions tightening in my throat.

I Hopped up out of my bed and ran down as fast as lightning. “Woah, excited?” Mom said with a very soft smile. As I walked over to get some she said, “Nuh-uh that’s too hot for you, you’re going to burn yourself.” She grabbed the hot pot and poured some on the plate. “thank you mama.” I said with a mouthful. She just smiled and stared at me. “You can touch my hair.” I smiled at her. She walked over to me quickly and ruffled my hair. She knows touch is a hard thing for me so I always have to give her permission.

“Who said you could touch me? Your dad sleeps around with who knows how many women. Who knows if you’re carrying some disease just like him!” I stood there, helpless, tears pooling in my eyes. Grandma sighed from the side. She gently wiped my tears and tried to comfort me, saying that Mom was just a germaphobe and that that was why she didn’t like being touched. However, I knew that wasn’t true because Mom only rejected me but never Becca. Even when Becca’s hands were dirty and sticky, Mom never showed the slightest bit of disgust. Instead, she would hold her hands gently, patiently cleaning away every bit of dirt. That kind of tenderness was something I didn’t even dare to dream about.

"Hearing your voice again... well, it's like music to my ears.” A wave of warmth washed over me as my mom spoke. She'd always been my rock, my biggest supporter and the guilt of the fight gnawed at me. "Mum," I interjected softly, reaching out to touch the screen as if to bridge the physical distance. "Don't even think about apologizing, alright?”

I grasped her hands firmly in mine, seeking solace in our connection. “Mom, I can’t imagine embarking on this journey without you,” I confessed, my voice filled with vulnerability. My mom looked at me, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of tears and warmth. “Oh, my dear baby,” she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. “Of course, I will go with you. I would never let you face this alone.”

And now it was back again, with a vengeance. "Go ahead Teddy," my mom whispered. She leaned so close to my ear that I could feel her breath as she spoke, "It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Just let yourself go a little." What was she hinting at? One of her hands lifted off my leg and came down on top of my hand. The one that had twitched. She was still rubbing my thigh with the other one. Gently, she lifted my hand into the air and placed it directly on my throbbing cock.

she demanded, her eyes scanning my face for answers. I shook my head, feeling a fresh wave of tears well up. "It's him, Mom. He just...he touched me, and I lost it. I punched the wall, and...and..." I trailed off, the memory of his touch making my skin crawl. My mother's face darkened, her eyes flashing with anger. "Who is he? I'll kill him," she spat out, her voice low and menacing. I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "No, Mom. You won't do anything. You never do," I said, bitterness creeping into my voice.

, my mother coos at me making me cry hysterically. “I was afraid that I was alone”, I state and stand on my legs happily crying out loud. I jump in my father’s arms happily to feel protected, When I pass straight out through his body I jump in my mother’s arms trying to feel her warmth again. “No! Mom dad, why am unable to touch you?”, I question them sobbing hard falling on my knees infront of them. “what kind of magic you are using? Please come back to me, please hold me”, I beg them to which they smile sadly.

he added. "Jheeze, no presure there." I muttered under my breath. I sighed. "Okay, so what's this big, cruciel thing you need to tell me?" I sideways glanced at them. "We don't have to tell you anything, we're convincing you to turn back on your emotions, baby girl." My mom said. I shoke my head. "No thanks, I'm not ever going to be convinved." I told them both. "You know the best thing about being able to touch you sweetie?" My dad asked. I shrugged.

I could just barely hear the motor of the vibrator. Without knocking, I quietly opened the door. I had Jace's hand in mine. I was so quiet. Momma was oblivious to our presence. I shut the door back real quiet. Pulling on Jace's hand I led him to momma's bedside. I could hear the 'Hum' of the vibrator real loud now. Now we were right next to the bed. My eyes had adjusted to the dark. I could see my momma's form on the bed, she was naked. Boldly, I reached out and touched my momma as I whispered loudly, "Momma, I love you and I want you happy."