Follando A Mi Mama Dormida Novels & Stories

"Are we really going to sleep together tonight?" ‌Diego chuckled, his voice laced with joy. "Yes, my sweet Arianna," he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Tonight, you will sleep with your mother and me." ‌Arianna's face lit up with pure happiness, her small hands reaching out to touch her father's face. "I can't wait!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with anticipation. Stellina observed the tender interaction between father and daughter, a soft smile gracing her lips. Seeing the bond they shared warmed her heart, reminding her of the importance of family.

My father engaged him on business, on investments, on things that probably didn't interest any of them but was crucial to push the conversation. I ate quietly since no one paid me any attention. I had learnt to make my presence as small as possible. "Isadora, you're so quiet tonight," my mother noted at some point. It was not acknowledgement, just the way you note that a window has been left slightly open. "I am just tired," I replied, forcing a smile. "You work too hard," she said, and moved on. Marcus glanced at me briefly across the table and I reached for my wine. After dinner the men moved back to the sitting room and my mother and I cleared the table together.

I laughed to myself. "¿Dónde estás, mamá?" As I got closer to her bedroom, I heard... Moaning. Then grunting. I froze. "What the..." I frowned. "What the hell is my mama watching?" I walked toward her bedroom anyway. "Mama?" I pushed the door open. "Mom—" I immediately wished I hadn't. "Oh my God!" There was my beautiful mother... Very enthusiastically bouncing on top of none other than... Christopher Murphy. I slammed the door shut so fast I nearly broke the doorknob.

Blackwood’s chauffeur making my way up the stairs when I heard the sound of my name. ‎I froze halfway up wincing as I slowly turned around to see Mom standing in her robe, her arms crossed, with a cup of coffee and one of her looks that said I was in trouble. ‎"Care to tell me where u sneaked off to in the early hours of the morning?” ‎I signed. “Well...i...." "Unmm..." She indicated for me to continue. "Was...you see....out with a new friend and… kinda....lost track of time,” I murmured, not meeting her eyes and skipping the part where I was wildly fucked by a stranger.

CHAPTER 16 CHLOE’S POV The day faded slowly into night. Darkness settled in quietly, wrapping everything in a heavy silence. Everyone had already gone to their rooms. I stood up and walked to the window, staring out at the glowing buildings and passing cars. My thoughts wouldn’t stay still. They kept dragging me back… back to a time when my parents were still alive. A time when everything didn’t feel this complicated. The breeze slipped into the room, brushing gently against my skin.

I wanted to sleep more. I groaned and hid my face using the pillow. "Go away," I grumbled and turned sideways, muting that noise. The shaking never stopped. "Wake up. Father is waiting for us in the dining room." "Father?" Father? My father disowned me. "He wants to talk to us." "He disowned me." "What? Are you still dreaming? Hurry up, woman. Ask him yourself." Suddenly, someone pulled my hand until I had no choice but to open my eyes.

Continuing the massage with delicate strokes, Mateo ensured that each movement was gentle enough to maintain her tranquility. He cherished this unguarded moment, watching over Ariana as she peacefully drifted into a well-deserved sleep. The room filled with an air of intimacy and unconditional care, a testament to their deep connection and the unspoken bond that tied their souls together. ***** Evening had settled in, casting a warm golden glow over Mateo's childhood home. With a joyful expression, Mateo approached his parents in the living room, excitement in his voice.

But damn, it still hurts. Suddenly the room feels too tight. Too heavy. Too much. “Can you two give me a second? I just need some air.” I’m already halfway to the balcony door. “Fati? Are you okay?” Mom asks. JoJo startles as I rush past them. “Everything’s fine,” I lie. “Just a little warm in here.”

Maybe, just maybe, she'll help me find the freedom I’ve been craving. As I lay in bed, my hands and feet crossed, staring up at the ceiling, I was too excited to even think about falling asleep. The anticipation of seeing Mia tomorrow kept me wide awake. I decided to try calming my restless mind with some soft instrumental music, hoping it would help me drift off. After a few minutes, the soothing melodies began to settle my thoughts, and soon, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, the music still playing softly in my ears, the headphones still in place, as I slipped into a peaceful, dream-filled rest.

Liana's POV After I finished drinking a glass of warm milk that night in the kitchen, I started to yawn lazily, as though that was the only thing that my system had been waiting for all throughout the night. Seeing how sleepy I had suddenly become was, my mother gave out a giggle. She combed her fingers to my wavy hair. "Look how sleepy you are, honey. You better go and sleep to your bed," she murmured. "But mom, I am not yet sleepy," I tried to insist dejectedly.