Yo Mama So Short Novels & Stories

"You were so focused with your attentions on that cute little ass of Vicky's in her tight little mini skirt that your Mom showing off her big tits did not interest you so much anymore and besides . . . I probably look foolish." Just hearing his mom say those two simple words - big tits - sends chills racing up and down his spine. Amanda's sad smile fades to a deep frown as she continues to make her confession. "I mean I am not so young anymore and my breasts are getting old and flabby, just like the rest of me. So why bother to show them off?" Jimmy would have thought she was teasing if not for the seriously sad expression on her face. In fact, she looked to be nearly in tears as the slow so

"Say this pussy is mine and I can fuck it raw!" “My pussy is yours, daddy. And... and you can fuck me raw.” I whispered, my voice breaking under the weight of truth and desire. He smiled, dark and consuming. “Say it again. Louder. Make me hear it.” “You can fuck me raw! I'm all yours, daddy!” I gasped, louder this time, voice raw and unsteady. “Completely yours!” “Good,” he growled. “Never forget it. Never doubt it. Because once tonight is over, there will be no turning back. You’re mine. Always.”

Here’s the part where I tell you about my smoking hot mom and Aunt Valerie. Mom is a little on the short side being 5 foot 1, but her killer features make up for it, especially her tits. She has 38C tits that get a lot of glances from men at the mall and a nice round ass. I discovered her tit size just two months ago when Mom left her bra on the bathroom floor. Her bra left that bathroom with two giant cum stains in each cup. Later that day I saw Mom in nothing but some booty shorts and a shirt that reached mid thigh. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were hard and her tits were bouncing more than usual with every step she took. I cummed at least twice that night in b

I was looking forward to it. Mom hung up the phone and saw my face. "Don't worry Jimmy. Mommy will slip in after bedtime and we can have some quiet fun." I smiled and rubbed my growing cock, "Thank you, mommy." Sara is a younger version of mom. Tall, lean, her boobs are bigger, and her hair is longer, half-way to her nice round ass. I got an extra big hug. "James, I haven't seen you for a year. You've grown up."

Ariana raised her hand like she was about to hit herself, but George quickly stopped her. He shot me an angry look. "Tamsin, she already apologized. Can you stop making a big deal out of this?" Mom got even angrier in my head. "That little brat! My girl hasn't said a single word, and this whole thing is just that little actress putting on a show. Sweetheart, don't you let this slide again!" I had always listened to Mom.

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

Adrian must have won the argument because I see Mama coming downstairs toward us. My body shivers, and Manny squeezes my palm tighter. “Don't be nervous, Principessa, it will all be OK.” I just nod my head and blew out the breath I was holding. Mama is wearing her dockers pants with a caramel flip-flop and a neat white crushed blouse is stuck inside the waist of her pants, accentuating her slim figure. Manny and I stand up as Mama and Adrian enter the living room. Before I can get a word in, Mama starts to shoot out accusations.

“Who is this?” “My mother is in a difficult situation, and I may not be able to help her in time. Could you please do something for her if it is convenient for you?" Liam was perplexed when he overheard a young child pleading for assistance for his mother because he couldn't recall ever giving a young child or child's mother his personal phone number. Quizzically, he enquired, "Who are you? What's your mother's name?” “I am Cornell. My mother is Jessica. You know her well.”

Her king sized bed was filled with different dresses for occasions. "Mom, you're home… it's just 2:59 pm." she barged into her mother's room with her teddy. Anamika sighed in relief. "Good thing you're here honey, Mooma is going on a date with Uncle Henry," Anamika giggled. Nadia's eyes lit up, "He's back?" She was a little excited and unhappy. "Yes, he just returned, but honey…" Anamika dragged Nadia to the bed, "Mummy cannot seem to find a nice dress. Could you please help me?" Anamika didn't forget that her daughter was just 4.

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’