Young Mom Novels & Stories

my eyes widen as I realized what they were doing. "Really daddy, really"I groan pointing at mummy. " Hey,if I need my wife, I can and I will have her, nothing will stop me" he says smirking at a flushed mom. Dad still looks young with all his abs and sharp jaw. He hasn't aged a day, except for the small strands of grey hair mixed with the black ones. Mom is a petite Latina woman,she still looks like a model with all her flat tummy and big boobs with curves at the right places.

Kassy I’m standing at the self-checkout, trying to scan a carton of almond milk without the machine screaming at me for the third time, when the baby next to me decides my day needs more chaos as if the one in my life wasn’t already enough. It’s a tiny thing…maybe six months old…chubby cheeks, big eyes, wrapped in a pastel onesie. The mom is juggling an overflowing basket, phone wedged between ear and shoulder, cooing apologies into the receiver.

I turned the TV on and told mom to go ahead and use the bathroom first. While she was in the bathroom I surfed the channels. I heard her turn on the shower. For some reason, a naked picture of mom entered my mind. I don't know why, it just did. You see, mom is 83 years old, but I don't think she looks that old. She stands about five foot tall and only weighs about a hundred pounds. She has always kept good care of herself. I heard mom turn the shower off. I went back to watching TV. It wasn't long before I heard the bathroom door open.

Half of her ass cheeks hang out and she looks so hot I could just pull those shorts off and bang the shit out of her. My mother Deborah was an incredibly young looking brunette, almost blonde, and green eyes. She is thirty-eight and a woman with exceptionally long legs and very much a modern woman that still shows off her legs wearing shorter skirts than women her age would wear. I like to see my mom and high heels because her skirts or dresses get shorter, and I always try to get a peek up at her skirt or dress. I've gotten lucky several times and have seen her different colored panties.

Her mom answered from the other end with a relaxed tone, "Hello, my daughter, you are so excited, what's up?" Joy escaped from all corners of her voice as Jenny went on to announce, "Mommy, you'll be a grandmother soon!" A pause followed that, and then, her mom erupted in happiness: "Oh my goodness, I'm so happy! Thanks a million for not making me proud." Jenny's mom asked for me, and she cheerfully passed the phone over to her. "Pass the phone to Adrian," her mom said to her. I lifted the receiver, and her mom's voice came over cheerfully. "You did a fine job, I think," she said, and joy and pride overflowed in her voice.

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. When I looked again, one of the fine lines at the corners of Mom's eyes had definitely vanished. Last night around 12:30 am, I had gone to the kitchen for a glass of water while finishing up some work. Seeing Mom still glued to her show, I had urged her to get some sleep. After all, she was in her 50s. She couldn't afford to pull all-nighters anymore. She just waved me off, ignoring the advice.

Hoping he’d touch me again. The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and sizzling bacon, the warm, comforting aromas filling the air and making my stomach growl despite everything. Mom was already seated at the table, scrolling through her phone with a satisfied, glowing look on her face, the kind of post-sex glow that made my stomach twist with a confusing mix of jealousy and shame. She looked relaxed and happy, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. And there he was.

"Fine. But please, look after my wife. I have many enemies out there. It would be extremely dangerous for her to go without protection!" "Of course, Father. Mother will be safe with me," Xavier said, glancing at Elara with a smile that carried a dark, hidden meaning. The hum of the Vaughn family’s private jet sounded like a soothing drone to anyone else, but to Elara Moretti, it was a funeral bell. It signaled that she had just been pulled from one lion's den into a cage far more treacherous.

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

My mom smiled with tears building up in her eyes. “Aww Mom,” I opened my arms and wrapped them around my mother. She was having a special moment. “Don’t start, please.” “It’s just looking at you two that makes me feel old,” “You are in no way, shape or form old, Ms. Hamilton. You are in your prime, you should enjoy it,” Ashley chimed in. My Mom looked at her and smiled. “You’re right I should,” Mom smiled and tilted her head. “So you’re good Mom?”