Grabbing My Moms Ass の小説・ストーリー

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

Lucy grabbed my collar and shrieked, "I will! That old hag should have died sooner! She belongs in hell, boiling in oil and being eaten by demons!" Furious, I shouted, "Shut your mouth!" I swung my arm and slapped her face several times. Lucy had been pampered all her life—she was no match for me in a fight. I was slamming her head against the wall when the front door opened and our dear parents finally returned. They rushed over and pulled us apart, but not before I managed one final kick at Lucy. Mom held Lucy, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and screamed so loudly my eardrums nearly burst.

I had a tinge of hatred for my mom and our relationship suffered because she left me all these years; I couldn't afford to go down that road with Kenny. These thoughts stressed me mentally and I fell to the floor immediately; I had to do something to avoid the worst case scenario my brain was already picturing. I pulled her arm hard enough that someone would think I was trying to pull it out of its socket. I prayed for a miracle as it was the only thing I could think of at that moment.

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

Not when they threatened everything. Juliette laughed, sharp and mocking, clapping her hands together. "If your mother hasn't truly done anything, why would she be terrified of ghosts? Look at your dearest mother—she looks like she hasn't had a good night's sleep in three years. Stepmother dear, afraid the ghost under your bed will grab your feet at night? Is that why you’re having sleepless night?" She pointed right at my face, her eyes gleaming.

The same relatives who'd been toasting Grandpa and fawning over Mom minutes earlier turned on them faster than anyone, tripping over themselves to point fingers and distance themselves from the family. A heavy thud cut through the chaos. Grandpa collapsed, clutching his chest, and fell to the floor. The ballroom descended into total pandemonium. Mom and Uncle Keith crumpled to the ground where they stood, completely limp. In the middle of it all, Mom spotted me. She crawled over on her hands and knees, sobbing and begging. "Sawyer... Sawyer, I was wrong. I know it now, I swear. "Talk to your father for me, please. We're family! You can't just stand there and watch your own mother go to priso

Just a crudely drawn picture I'd secretly hidden away. The drawing showed four little stick figures holding hands. Dad, Mom, Alice—and in the corner, the smallest one: me. Everyone had big, smiling faces. On the back, in my childish handwriting, was a single line: "Mom, please smile." At that moment, my mother lost it completely. She clutched that drawing to her chest and broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. The crushing weight of guilt and doubt nearly destroyed her. The next morning, while Alice was still asleep, my mother snuck into Alice's room and took her toothbrush.

I stood there holding my box of expensive dried wild Morel mushrooms gift set and tea, my fingers so stiff they were starting to cramp. I glanced at my boyfriend, Raymond Smith. He looked just as uncomfortable. He leaned closer and whispered, "My mom has always stayed home and never had to deal with much. She cries easily, so don't let it bother you. I'm sure she isn't trying to pick on you." I forced a smile while screaming inside. This was what he called "crying easily"? This was "a little naive"?!

When they refused to delete this video he knew that nothing good would come out of it. Everyone was busy watching the video and Tyler could tell that they were all aroused. Scarlett's mom's thighs were together, although in an educated way but her shifting from time to time whilst locking her eyes with video showed it all. Tyler looked around, took a deep breath, and decided to go with the flow.

When I returned home, my mom didn't seem to care about my disheveled appearance. "Where did you get all dirty like this? It annoys me just looking at you. Go clean up and don't stand here disturbing me while I'm watching TV," she said. I clenched my fist and asked, "Don't you care at all why I ended up like this?" She munched on chips, constantly changing the channels until she stopped on a news channel. "Famous businessman Peter Scott is about to celebrate his daughter's birthday..." I unplugged the power cord. "What are you doing? Are you courting death!?"