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Mommy Know Best
🕑 Added 2025-07-25 12:25:47 +0000 UTCEmily had wished her mom would understand her more as a young woman. Turned out some wish are better off without..
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Hello there! Now this is a fun one for me to write. I don't know if I would say I like it more than MILF transformation, but it is fun to have these hot mature women in the body of their young counterparts isn't it. Like the best of both worlds!
Anyway, tell me if you like it and what more you wanna see in the future! Maybe something more TG? More bimbos? Or a specific person/picture you wanna see used? Comment down there to tell me what you'd like!
As always thank you for your support here, and see ya!
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“Mom!” Emily screamed, storming into the living room where the other girl lounged on the couch, legs draped over the armrest, scrolling through her phone.
“What?” purred, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Can’t a girl relax?”
Emily’s face was flushed with anger, tears threatening to spill over. “I can’t believe you slept with Jason! How could you do this to me?”
The girl put her phone down and sat up, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Oh, honey, relax. He wanted it. And honestly, who could blame him?”
Emily clenched her fists, shaking with rage. “How could you, Mom? I trusted you!”
“First of all, call me Bella,” she said with a laugh. “Mom is so old-fashioned. And second, let’s be real here. I’m better than you in every way.”
Emily’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”
Bella stood up, her tight, revealing outfit emphasizing her curves. “Look at me. I’m hotter, sexier, and I know how to please a man. What do you have, huh? Your flat chest and little innocent act?”
“Shut up!” Emily yelled, her voice breaking. “You’re disgusting!”
Bella laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “Oh, come on, Emily. Look at these tits.” She cupped her ample breasts, pushing them up for emphasis. “Do you really think he’s gonna stay with your boring, flat chest when he can have these?”
Emily’s face turned red. “You’re not better than me. You’re just a slut!”
Bella shrugged, unbothered. “If being a slut means I get what I want, then sure, I’m a slut.”
“You’re awful,” Emily said, tears streaming down her face. “I hate you.”
Bella’s smile widened. “Aw, don’t be like that, sweetie. I’m just giving Jason what he needs. You should have seen his face when I took my top off. He was practically drooling. "I bet you don't even know how to give a proper blowjob, do you? I've got your boyfriend begging for more every night. He loves the way I take him deep, how I ride him until he can't think straight. I make him cum so hard, he's practically seeing stars.”
“Stop it!” Emily screamed, covering her ears. “Just stop!”
Bella sauntered over to Emily, looking her up and down. “Face it, Emily. You were the one who wished I could understand what girls your age feel. Well, guess what? Now I do. And I understand why you were with Jason. He’s got a great cock, and he knows how to use it.”
Emily shook her head, sobbing. “You’re not my mom anymore. You’re a monster.”
Bella laughed again, “Oh, honey, you’ll thank me one day. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two from me. But for now, run along. Jason’s probably waiting for me.”
Emily couldn’t take it anymore. She turned and ran out of the room, tears blurring her vision. As she disappeared down the hallway, Bella flopped back onto the couch, still chuckling to herself. “Kids these days,” she muttered, picking up her phone again. “They just don’t get it.”
