Novelas y relatos de Freeuse Mom

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

I decide to test it on mom in the morning. The next morning over breakfast I ask mom if I can use the car to go to the mall. She tells me no because she still needs my help. While she's cleaning up the kitchen, I get the transmitter, put the ear buds in my ears and turn the thumb wheel. After about ten seconds I hear a steady tone. I press the button and watch mom for a reaction. "Mom?" I say from behind her as she's leaning over the sink. "Yes?" She says turning around.

We went right at it, bickering back and forth with me playing hard to get while he matter of factly stated that he would be taking full advantage of his free use rights. It was exactly how I’d pictured it in my mind, but ten times hotter because it was real. Mom tried her best to keep things calm between us, and I think she was hoping that a day or two would pass without him invoking his free use privileges, and that I would come around by the time he did. “You two, look. I don’t want to hear about free use 24 hours a day, seven days a week.” she said, overhearing us bickering in the kitchen while she was folding laundry.

"Rosie Mitchell is my college classmate. Her mom once took a two-day train ride just to bring her some local specialties! Who would have thought that she'd turn out like this? No matter how good her studies are, she's just a morally corrupt beast!" "I've never seen such a shameless doctor. She used her mom's life as a stepping stone for her career. Doesn't she fear her mom coming back to haunt her in her nightmares?" "I curse this evil woman to get hit by a car, struck by lightning, and choke to death on water!" Before I could finish reading, Dad collapsed to his knees in front of me. "Please, I beg you. Dr. Moore has already agreed. Just sign the paper, and we can immediately transfer the k

Emily! Mommy's archenemy! Todd clenched his fingers and said slowly, "Mommy, I'll go with you." Haley calmly replied, "You skipped class this morning, and Heidi is already upset. Be good and focus on your schoolwork." Todd lowered his head, his eyes filled with despair. He was too young; he knew he had to obey his mom’s words. But he couldn't just let her go alone to the DeRoss family. Todd took a deep breath and tapped his fingers on the keyboard. Haley heard the sound of him typing and guessed what Todd was doing. If it were before, she would definitely stop him.

“But mine has the superpower of lethal humiliation, and she’s not afraid to use it.” “Mom’s superpower is inappropriate matchmaking for her sons.” As soon as I said it, I wondered if I shouldn’t have. El’s head snapped to look at me, and her mouth dropped open just a touch.

Mom's disapproving tone echoed through the phone. I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of frustration. "Mom, I'm twenty-one, for crying out loud! Is there anything bad in going to a club? Tell me." Mom's voice softened, laced with concern. "I'm just trying to take care of you, Allison, because I love you so much." I sighed, feeling a headache brewing. "Oh, please, can we talk later? I'm really tired and sleepy." Without waiting for a response, I ended the call and trudged back to my room. I slid onto the bed, feeling exhausted. The conversation with Mom had drained me. I closed my eyes, letting the softness of the bed envelop me, and drifted off to sleep.

"Sorry. I just... sorry." "Hm." I cleared my throat, "No need to apologise." "Yeah." She nodded, "Forget about what I said too. It's nothing." Oh. "I understand." No wait, I didn't understand. I don't want to understand. "No." I voiced, halting her movements to leave. "What?" She blinked, innocent. Too innocent, almost made me feel responsible. "You're headed for a ditch." I let out, "Your mom. You should cut her off, she's draining you. She's using you. She's a user and you know it."

Momma nudges me with her shoulder and my cheeks burn brighter. “No, I’m having a tropical moment.” I sass back, and she laughs, throwing her head back before she kisses my head and hugs me. “Yeah, right, and I’m the pope.” She says, and I groan at her. “Don’t let your dads or brother, for that matter, find out about your … Tropical moments. You know how they are.” I glare at her and she winks at me, smiling. “Hey Mav, how are you and little Melody finding it here?” Oh just great, did I tell you my momma is the biggest wind up merchant there is out there? No, well yeah, she is.