After I Play Dead My Four Moms Break Novels & Stories

“Yeah why?” “Oh you caht do that dear, we had a deal. Signed and stamped. Remember?” “I changed my mind.” I said. She hissed from over the phone. “When will you learn to listen to your mom?” My jaw clenched as I yanked the towel off the rack that the force made it shift. “Mom?” She giggled. “Oh I'm sorry. I forgot that she's dead and I'm not.” Sarcasm filled her tone. “Be thankful you're not because that's where my dad put her the moment he found her opening her legs for another man.”

"Bastian, how dare you skip out on your brother's big game!" Beside her, Mom added, "He's just an ungrateful brat! Leo played badly because he didn't show up!" I whimpered and tried to scream for help, but without a tongue, all that escaped was a hollow silence. Just before the call ended, Dad's cold voice cut through. "Playing dead, huh? We should never have brought him back." Now, Mom staggered into the place where I'd drawn my last breath, feeling her legs give out beneath her.

I lowered the sheet further until I removed it entirely. I looked at moms legs. The had a nice shape to them. I rested my hand on her bare hip. I figured if this woke her up I could pretend to be sleep. She didn't wake up. I was surprised. I thought her legs would be hairy. After all Dad had died over twenty years ago, I mom never once dated. I could tell she shaved her legs. There were smooth and soft to the touch. I ran my hand up and down her thigh. I moved my hand up until I touched the bottom part of her panties. I thought she would be wearing old lady pants, but I could see part of her ass. I had to see more.

"And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad." "If you ask me, upsetting the future father of your own child over a godson really isn't worth it." Only after hearing all that did Rowena realize that she hadn't contacted me in a long time since the last incident. That was mostly because caring for the baby had thrown her days and nights completely out of order. She had been so exhausted every day that she often passed out the second she lay down. Now that Theo had reached his one-month milestone, she felt like she had finally done enough and could step away.

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

When Mom was frantically searching for us, Irving suddenly appeared before her and led her to a deep pond. "Ma'am, I saw them fall in over here," Irving said to her. As Mom anxiously called our names, he tossed a wooden stick at her feet. She tripped over it and fell into the pond. Besides the playground surveillance footage, there were also recordings of me alone over the next five years. In them, I writhed in agony, driven to the brink of madness by the intense pain. Mavis lifted her head. Her face was pale, and she was unable to utter a single word.

“I’m such a dirty gangbang slut… my son would be disgusted if he knew his mother was an airtight cumdump.” That line made my cock throb painfully. I pulled it out, already leaking, and started stroking as I watched my own mother degrade herself for eight strangers. They didn’t ease her in. They carried her to the big sectional and positioned her perfectly. One guy lay down and pulled her on top, sinking his cock deep into her pussy. Another immediately pushed into her ass from behind. A third forced his dick back into her mouth. Within seconds Mom was airtight — three holes stuffed at the same time.

The four of them were grey-faced and haggard, stubble grown out, eyes sunk deep, the look of men who hadn't shut their eyes in a month. The instant the doors opened, all four turned their heads at once. When they saw my mother's face, the cup in Rex's hand slipped and shattered on the floor. “Alice?” Rex was first to rush over, his voice cracking. “You're not dead? You're really not dead?” Cormac stumbled two steps forward, shaking all over, reaching out a hand and not daring to touch her, as if afraid she were an illusion. “Alice… this can't be.”

"Her room." "Show me." "Mom—" "Show me," she repeated, her voice harder now. I looked at her face—confused, denying what she was hearing. "Mom," I said, struggling to get the words out. "My daughter is dead. Ava is gone." * * *

"Enough of your sweet talk." My mother set down the ledger, came over, and picked me up. She looked down at me, her gaze tender but determined. "From now on, sweetheart, you don't have to live to please anyone else. Just be yourself. "No matter what happens, your grandfather and I will protect you." I reached out and curled my chubby hand around one of her fingers. I know. It took six tries, but I didn't just survive. I'm thriving! A spring breeze stirred the courtyard, sending pomegranate blossoms fluttering down. I closed my eyes and fell fast asleep in my mother's warm arms. And this lovely, carefree life was only just beginning.