Your Momma So Short Novels & Stories

What they would feel like wrapped around my-- “I think she’ll fit in just fine! Although we’re not quite the same size, no offense, shorty, you’ll need a whole new wardrobe,” Meadow laughed. Ellie grinned, “yeah I’ve always been the shortest one. Clothes never fit me right, whoever had them before me was always taller.” My mom cleared her throat and gave me that look … like she was trying to lighten the mood. “Well if it’s anything my girls love, it’s shopping, any excuse to go hit the mall,” mom sighed.

Apparently, mom thought the same thing. "Imagine if my baby boy knew I was picturing this soap as a big hot load he just blew all over me!" Another from the same shoot, featured her bent over the car, showing off her ass in the obscenely tight shorts. "Like this if you think my son should pull my shorts down and fuck me. Retweet if you think he should give his mommy a rim job!" He blinked at the totals on the tweet over a thousand people thought he should fuck her and close to eight hundred wanted him to tongue his mother's ass.

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

We would have dinner together, cuddle, watch cheesy movies and of course, explore each other’s bodies, but he opened up to me a lot over the past month. Gradually, I learned about what happened to his wife Jane, Charissa’s mother. She had passed away from cancer when Charissa was only six years old, making Andrew a single parent. I learned that they met at uni, fell completely and madly in love, got married and started a family at a very young age. I learned that she bravely battled breast cancer for 3 years before tragically losing her fight. I saw the love and sorrow he held when talking about her. I could sense how deeply and strongly he felt for her, how much he cherished her, and how mu

Fear washed through me. Then I noticed the slinky outfit Mom wore. She had on a black party dress that barely covered her big, fake tits. The skirt was so short, she'd be in trouble wearing that at my college. It hardly fell past her rump. It was clear she was dressed up for her lover and his dick. The dick that Matti claimed she needed. Well, if Mom needed a better cock than Dad's, I had one she could enjoy. I wouldn't put up with this any longer. I aimed my remote at her and pressed the record button.

She felt her lungs become tight as her eyes began to sting. "I think a Momma is someone who would eat nasty spinach when they want butta butta cake. And a Momma is going to fix up her baby's room so that she can be a princess. A Momma is going to work extra hard so that her baby has what they need. A Momma does my hair and not the other way around! Momma's cook dinner instead of bringing home fish and French fries for dinner every other day! And a Momma should say, Juicy you are not alone; even though Felix is dead now, you are not alone!" Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked down at them suddenly.

My mom lifts my hand to leave a delicate kiss there. "What about the uniform?" She asks right after kissing my hand as a frown forms on her face, as if the idea has suddenly crept into her, "I've seen the dance team uniforms, King, they're dresses. Are you... are you comfortable in those?" "It's not a dress this year, it's shorts and a shirt," I reply looking down at my food for a second before returning my gaze to my mother, "The shorts are short, you might not like them much, but... I don't care. I think we all know I look like an omega anyway."

The wind on the rooftop was fierce, nearly knocking Mom off balance. She stumbled forward, half-running, half-crawling, until she reached the storage room. I rushed ahead, trying to block the door, shouting desperately, “Mom, don’t open it. It’ll scare you.” “Please, don’t!” The unlocked door was yanked open. Her scream tore through the air. Her eyes locked onto the small figure curled up among the scattered wooden boards. Blue pants with tiny stars.

Bryan responded, his voice calm and collected as he rose from the sofa, heading to his room for a change of clothes. “Good. Now, Melissa, go get dressed.” Mommy’s sharp eyes landed on me and I swallowed as I also rose from my seat. “And one more thing, Melissa. Wear the new dress I bought for you.” I was actually half way through the hall when I heard her latter words, which of course made me halt on my tracks. Hell no! The gown she bought was extra short! I can barely bend over with it. “I can’t wear the dress, Mommy. It is too short.” I whipped my head in her direction, but her gaze didn’t waver, which meant I was going to wear the dress and it wasn’t up for discussion.

My mom's name is Sara and she's a gorgeous brunette. She petite with nice boobs and a super cute butt. After my dad moved out mom started working out and running more. She also acquired some new sexy workout clothes. She looks hot in sports bras and yoga pants. I was finding myself more and more attracted to her. I see lots of hot girls on campus, but I had this thing for my mom. I wanted her more than any girl and I had to do something about it.