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This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

"Mama, Custard," Adrian said as he rushed towards me. I smiled watching him, my four years old son running to me. His face all smiley and his eyes reminding me of that one person. I could remember vividly four years ago, which seemed like yesterday when I had him wrapped in my arms. The nurse had just announced to me that it was a boy, a cute little one at that. I remember rubbing his golden curly hair he had from birth, I just couldn't control the joy I had that day.

"Here comes the biggest two-faced scumbag on earth, a useless live-in son-in-law who leeches off Mom's family and still keeps a mistress on the side. "You had these six little brats with her and then brought them all home, making Mom their stepmother. Disgusting! Shameless! Not a single decent person in that whole lineage!" Mom's arms tightened around me all of a sudden, squeezing hard enough that it hurt a little. Her sharp gaze settled on Joshua's face. He shifted under her stare, his smile stiffening at the edges. "Robin, why are you looking at me like that?" She didn't answer right away. Her voice, when it came, was calm and distant. "Nothing. I just thought you felt a little foreign to

Mom was extra furious that day. The rod came down much harder than it used to be. Unable to hold it in, I howled. Mom only got angrier. "What are you screaming for? I can no longer dance after giving birth to you, so your dad got himself a mistress! And you're a good-for-nothing, too! I can't believe you only got second place… How could you have gotten second place? You want everyone to point fingers at me, don't you? In your dreams!"

I could vividly recall Benji's face, which was etched with helplessness and despair, during his dying moments. Joshua began berating me angrily. "You're a mother, yet you always return home late at night! Your son loiters on the streets as well, just like you! Why don't you look at how Rosalind raises her son and learn from her?" "Oh? Since Rosalind is such an expert at raising kids, then you should become her husband and her son's father! Oh, right! You're already playing the role of a father to her kid!" I was practically growling out the last sentence through clenched teeth.

"I can't remember which unit I went into last night because I was drunk. And I also didn't see the guy's face because it was dark inside his unit." "Oh my goodness! What a beautiful fool!" Jana couldn't help but blurt out upon hearing what I said. "What will you do now if you suddenly get pregnant? Who will you introduce as the father of your child? Don't tell me you'll introduce me as the baby's daddy. I'll really strangle you to death, Alice. My looks are not for being a daddy, but for being a mommy, okay?"

Alicia announced hesitantly while fiddling with her fingers nervously. "Whoa! That's huge! Congratulations, you guys!" Andrea exclaimed happily and pulled Alicia for a hug. "Trust me, you'll love it being a mother. I'm always here if you need me," she added. "Sean, I want to speak to you for a moment," Sonny said. They both walked toward a quiet place to discuss.

He laughs as he lifts me. “Mespti, what are you feeding our son?” He laughs. “He weighs like a ton.” “I’m not fat! I just like food!” “Buddy, you are lucky that I still have the strength to pick you up still.” My mom comes up and kisses my dad. “Ew gross!” “Oh stop it Damian, you’ll understand one day.”

It's just sad that I got stuck in his life, if not all these wouldn't be any of my problem. His mom could also be classified as a bad mom, she kept watching all these while as her son turned a bad egg!. So unfortunate!, I just feel a glimpse of pity for his dad who looked frustrated and unhappy about how his only son turned out to be. A fvcker and a playboy. How funny!. If anyone should be in tears right now, it should be Tyler's mom cause she has failed woefully as a mom. I hissed lowly before having my seat ignoring the two fools.

With a hesitant, almost apologetic touch, my son squeezed my tits—uncovered by my shelf bra, practically skin to skin—pushing them inward and testing their perkiness. I leaned back against my son's chest, looking forward again, but my sleeping daughter and my speed-demon husband couldn't see us. Colt's chest rose and fell against my back. My stud of a son was breathing hard as he held Mommy's tits—it made my pussy cream. I squeezed his hands. He squeezed my tits harder, then he pumped his rock-hard rod upward, bouncing me on his lap for half-a-dozen mommy-pleasing strokes.