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"Look, Claire. It's snowing. Just like the day you left. This time, I won't let you suffer any hardship again. I won't let you feel lonely anymore either." I looked at Mom's back and the white hair growing from her temples. "I don't blame you, Mom," I whispered in my heart. "You have to live well. You have to eat well, sleep well, and live a good life. No one will ridicule you because of me ever again. I love you, Mom."

she steamrolls onward. We walk a couple blocks to a trendy, tucked-away cafe. My mom, ever a Parisian, orders a jambon-beurre and a mineral water. And ever a momager, she orders me an arugula salad with brie and pecans. Once the waiter slips off, I raise an eyebrow at Mom. She gives me a sheepish shrug. “Pardon, mon ange. I may not be your manager anymore, but I am still your mother. You need your greens,” she insists. “And since you no longer live with me, I can never be too sure that you’re getting your nutrients!”

Mom opened her mouth, but no words came out. "I scored a 1550 on my SATs, and I'm in the top 1% of scorers in the state. I could go to the best university in Brayton and study the major that I wanted to study the most. "And yet, you insisted that I stay here to go to a low-tier local college that I don't even want. That's not for my own good, Mom. You're just ruining my future. I think you are the one who's trying to push me to my death instead."

Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car. Once they got to the car, they hit the road. Arlene tuned the music player on, and she sang to Passengers let her go with her mum, with the both of them screaming at the top of their voice till their tummies hurt. Their house was about an hour drive, so they still had a long way to go. “Wait! Turn the volume up a bit, that’s backstreet boys” her mum said in an excited tone.

Hayley Dean's POV Two weeks later. "Mom... I'm hungry...can you cook some meat like you did last night please? ", Hayley asked her mom while washing the dishes. "You mean, what I cooked a whole damn week! I'm starting to get worried Hayley, since when have you started to become so carnivorous?", Heather replied, while putting the dishes in the dish rack. "I admit it... I wasn't so fan of meat ... but now, I see how it's fucking delicious !"

Lisa is running her fingers through Mom's hair as Mom continues lapping up Lisa's juices. "I don't know about that," Mom says, looking up from between Lisa's legs. "What kind of mother eats her own daughter's pussy?" "The best kind. It was incredible, Mom," Lisa says, sitting up. "Now it's my turn. I want to do for you what you just did for me. I can't wait to taste you, Mom." Before Mom can argue or resist, Lisa pushes her back on the bed, pulling her robe open. Lisa spreads Mom's legs and stares at Mom's neatly shaved pussy. "It's beautiful, mama. I bet it tastes wonderful," Lisa whispers as she lowers her mouth and runs her tongue up Mom's pussy lips.

Mom says with a tone of finality, and my shoulders slump in defeat. I guess there’s only one way from here. Face Trevor and his wrath, arrogance, along with every other thing that he is. “Fine.” “Let’s go,” Mom says, walking right past me without waiting for me. “Where are we going?” “You said it yourself,” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice like she didn’t just rebuke me. “We have to prepare to meet the Andersons, so we’re going to do just that. We’ll need some flowers from the shop and a bowl of food. I don’t know what yet, but I’m thinking my signature lasagna will be perfect for the weather.”

Determined to quell my cravings, I snatched it up and hastily placed it in the microwave, hoping it would tide me over until we could replenish our stock of blood. While I reach out to grab it, an involuntary moan escapes my lips, overwhelmed by the exquisite flavor that instantly engulfs my taste buds. Just then, my mom enters the room, carrying a plate of perfectly cooked rare steaks. "Oh, mom, this is the final blood bag I possess," I inform her, acknowledging the scarcity of my supply. "Sure, sweetheart. I'll give your grandma a call once we finish dinner and check if she can arrange for someone to meet me at a secret location to pick up a few more bags." Mom says, her face lighting up w

" Milly looked at her lovingly. After a while, She said only one thing, "I would like to meet him, But first you have to eat Ril-boo." Riley was stunned. 'Did Her Mom said what she heard. Does that mean she is not angry anymore?' Her mother turned around and left. However, just a few moments later she returned with a bag full of food.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.