Your Momma So Short Novels & Stories

Not just that, but that dress was only thigh-length. Wasn’t it too short? "Whose dress is this?" "Mine course." Mom said in excitement and looked at the dress and me, "It will perfectly fit you." Yeah! My mother’s figure was the same as mine. We looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. "Mom, don’t you think this is too short?" The moment she narrowed her eyes I said, "Massimo might not like this short dress." "Stop considering his choice all the time. For a while, ignore Felicity, who always prioritizes his wishes before hers. Tell me, do you like it?"

She will never wear any revealing clothes nor try one. “ Mom! I don't have any of…” the door of her room opened, “those,” she whispered the last word as she faced her mom. Her mom approaches her while holding a black off-the-shoulder dress. “Sorry , sweetie. I forgot you don't have any sexy clothes," she said and flashed a wide smile. She arched her left brow as she reached for the dress. “I am taller than you, mom. And this is…” she lifts the dress to scan it, “—too short for me,” she added as she looked at Iris.

—crossed his features, showing a rare glimpse of emotion: "Even you think that way?" The words were soft, almost wounded. Through my tears, I asked the question that had haunted me for years: "I just want to know what you said." I stepped closer to him, close enough to see the flecks of gray in his eyes. "What words could be so powerful that they drive people to die rather than live with them?" I remembered Mom's final moments—how she looked at me with the same terror as Ethan, then turned and ran. How her legs pumped frantically as she raced toward the silver pit.

Me: "Oh, okay. So you don't mind?" Ann: "Mind? Why would I mind? I mean, she's your mom... my man's mom." Me: I was speechless. Ann: "So tell me, what do you call her? Mommy? Mom?" Me: "Well, I call her Mom when it's serious. Princess on normal days. And Mommy when I want something." Ann: She laughed. "Y'all must have a really good relationship."

His mother speaks in Russian to him as I tighten my grip on his hand, I whisper, “is she angry?” She’s intimidatingly tall over 6’ and standing next to my Momma she towers over her. Momma looks at me and mind links, “calm yourself, she was worried about her baby and came to see if she could help.” I mind link her back, “she sounds angry Momma.”

Tall, muscular, confident guys in their thirties and forties who clearly knew exactly what my mother was: their personal neighborhood cumslut. The second the front door closed, Mom dropped to her knees in the middle of the living room like the eager whore she was. She was wearing nothing but a tiny black thong that was already soaked through. “God, I’ve been craving all of you,” she moaned, voice dripping with lust. “Six big cocks for your slutty mommy. Use every hole I have. Don’t be gentle.”

"I don't really have much to show. Mine aren't as fancy as yours." "I hope not," she giggled and then sipped. "Now let's see it." Excited to show mom the long, thickness of my cock, I pushed my covers away and panned down to my black, cotton boxer briefs. My rod made an impressive imprint in the material that I heard mom gasp at. I was giddy. "Oh, damn! It's so big even through the shorts! Mmmn," mommy said, licking her lips like a slut, biting down on her lower lip and crossing her legs tight. "Shit, I gotta see this thing, take it out. Show me that big dick!"

Darrick whispers in my ear. My Mom is 4 foot 8, rail thin, with naturally blue hair and green eyes. In this room she looks like a child compared to everyone. I’m the next shortest followed by Dad at 5 foot 5. Laura is 5 foot 8 or more, Crystal slightly taller than that, Raija an inch above that, all the men are over 6 foot 2. “We are trusting you to care for and lead our daughter. It is a great responsibility. Are you prepared for it?” Dad asks looking Darrick in the eye.

Fans flooded my page, begging. [Stella, please. Just give me one chance.] [You're one of Carmoria's best dancers. You made us proud overseas. Let us see you live!] I laughed. I was about to set up a giveaway when a comment popped up: [What's there to be proud of? She's used-up trash. She lost her baby in a car crash. Who cares how well she dances? Who knows how many men she slept with to become principal?] I clicked the profile without thinking.

Her mom giggled and playfully scolded me, but I could tell she loved the attention. Deep down, though, every spank was meant for Beverly. I was imagining it was her round, firm, juicy ass I was slapping. That succulent, mouth-watering ass that jiggles just right when she walks. She has this habit of wearing really short skirts or tiny shorts around the house, and half the time I’m convinced she’s not wearing any panties underneath. The way the fabric rides up, teasing the smooth skin of her thighs and the curve where her ass meets her legs… it drives me crazy. I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose to thirst-trap me or if that’s just how she normally dresses. Either way, it’s working.