Hot Body Mom

For three agonizing years, my mother struggled with kidney failure. Finally, after all the waiting and the constant dialysis, she was next in line for a transplant. Hope seemed so close. But then, my husband, Zachary Levi, an esteemed nephrology professor, did the unforgivable. He surreptitiously gave his lover's mother the kidney that was intended for my mother. He said almost dismissively, "Ella's mother couldn't wait any longer. Your mother's been on dialysis for so long, she's not going to die anytime soon." Later, my mother passed away. I called Zachary one final time. Yet, it was a woman who answered. "Margaret, right? Zachary's in the shower. Is there something you need?" I stared at my mother's smile on the gravestone, and an overwhelming emptiness spread through me. "It's nothing. Just wanted to talk about the divorce."

Warning:18+ Only. This book contains hardcore taboo stories and age-gap erotica. This captivating collection is filled to the brim with daring taboo tales and sizzling erotica that really push the limits of desire. Get ready to be swept off your feet by stories that explore the forbidden, where raw passion and secret connections spark in the most surprising places. Get ready to be intrigued with sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills. Enjoy...

"Your pet is fidgeting and hot. Are you running a fever? Or should I help you solve it?" "Do you know who you're talking to?" The man asked with restraint. His wide hand tightened its grip on my ass*, which had only been supporting it so faithfully a moment ago. I didn't even realize when he had stopped walking. "Why, do you like it, Selio?" I squeezed his length* again and played with it while the man let out a series of low curse.

[A dark romance book.] Katya Blake was a strong woman who had been obsessed with revenge ever since she was thirteen. Unfortunately, she got killed by the same man whom she wanted to revenge on. The same man that raped her. Still obsessed with revenge, she begged the moon goddess to send her back. The moon goddess agreed but she would have to go back in the body of her imbecile daughter. * * “I don't want you going on dates with boys!” My father yelled at me, his eyes pierced mine like a two-edged sword. It seemed it was more than me just going on dates.

On the first day of every month, my mom will give me my allowance based on the number of times I had checked in with her last month. "You'll receive 20 dollars for greeting your parents once in the morning and once in the evening. But last month, you only hit ten days' worth of quota, so you can only receive 200 dollars. This also means your 300-dollar punctuality fee will be deducted as well. "After adding on 150 dollars for your basic necessities, you shall receive only 350 dollars for this month's allowance. Remember to write a reflection report on your lack of punctuality later. I'll only transfer you the money if your report is acceptable." I become so overwhelmed by anxiety that my voice starts trembling. "I was busy with my finals last month, Mom! I had to line up outside the library at 5:00 am every day just so I could secure myself a seat! That's why I couldn't call you in time!" In a choked-up tone, I plead to my mom, "I need 600 dollars for the train ticket all the way home during the holidays! 350 dollars really isn't enough for me! Mom, can you please—" But my mom cuts me off firmly, "The allowance system is something that I've specifically designed for you so that I can help you get rid of the bad habit of wanting to receive everything without putting in hard work! Why can't you just understand that I'm doing this for your own good?" After that, she ends the call mercilessly. Just as I'm filled with despair and helplessness, a blond appears before my eyes. He's willing to buy my train ticket for me, but in return, I need to leave with him.

When I was ten years old, I sold my mother to human traffickers. My father calls me an ungrateful monster, a devil. He sues me 99 times, but each time, I am found not guilty because I am under 14. In the end, on his way to bring my mother home, he is beaten to death by the men in that village. 20 years later, my younger sister finally brings our mother—now unable to walk and mentally unstable—out of the village. She starts a livestream and breaks down in tears. "I beg the internet to put my devil of a sister on trial. Don’t let her get away with this! She destroyed my family. I will make sure she loses everything!" But only I know… My mother deserves it.

As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak. It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people. The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips. I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room. "Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!" "That's not it! Previously, Don Vitale rewarded me by letting me grope Winona's chest! Because of that, I was able to seal a business deal that's worth tens of millions of dollars!" "Then again, Don Vitale, won't Winona get into a fight with you for spreading her explicit photos like this?" Julian puffs out some smoke while toying with a casino chip with my crotch printed on it. "She's just a plaything whom Lady Luck favors. Without my protection, she's even lower than a mutt. Besides, she's nothing compared to Milena, and yet she has the gall to complain about how much force Milena uses in dressing her wounds?" As the crotch-imprinted chip is flung onto the table carelessly, I feel my heart dying once and for all.

Dahil sa hamon ng kanyang mga kaibigan, nauwi si Valeria Castillo sa kalasingan at napilitang makipag–one night stand sa isang hindi kilalang lalaki. Pagkagising niya at makita ang sarili niyang walang saplot, magkayakap pa sa iisang kama ang lalaking natutulog nang nakatalikod sa kanya, para siyang gumuho sa hiya at takot. Pero ang pagkawasak na iyon ay agad napalitan ng matinding takot at pangamba nang makita niya ang mukha ng lalaking nagmantsa sa kanya. Si Rafael Adrian Alvarez, ang nakababata niyang kaibigan na napakalamig, walang pakialam, at malupit. Ang taong pinaka-kinatatakutan niya sa buong mundo. Dahil sa matinding takot kay Rafael, hindi humingi ng kahit anong responsibilidad si Valeria at pinili na lang umiwas sa kanya. Ngunit laking gulat niya nang malaman niyang si Rafael pala ang napiling magiging asawa na itinakda ng kanyang ama para sa kanya. At si Rafael mismo ang umuwi mula sa ibang bansa para lang pakasalan si Valeria. "Para kang isang buhay na pader, Rafael. Ayokong magpakasal sa isang lalaking malamig, walang emosyon, at diktador tulad mo. At saka, masyado kang matanda para sa akin, ang laki ng agwat ng edad natin." "Sigurado ka? Kasi noong gabing iyon, hindi ako gumamit ng proteksyon. Inilabas ko ang katas ko sa loob mo, Valeria.” Namutla si Valeria sa sinabi niya!

"You left without saying a word, Ciana. Hinanap kita, naghintay ako. Umasa akong babalikan mo 'ko dahil baka sakali na maisip mo ako," napatitig ako sa mga mata niyang kulay kayumanggi ngunit lumuluha. "Tapos ngayon babalik ka na para bang walang nangyari?" nakagat ko ang ibabang labi kasabay ng pagyuko sa kaniyang pangunguwestyon. "Sinisisi mo 'ko kasi hindi kita magawang kausapin ng maayos? Pansinin tulad nang dati?" napapikit ako ng matapos niyang sabihin iyon ay hinampas niya ang pader sa aking tabi. "You think I'm okay? Nasasaktan ako Ciana, kahit sorry man lang galing sa mismong bibig mo wala akong natanggap." Tinitigan ko siya ngunit ako mismo ang nasaktan nang umaagos na ang luha sa mga mata niya. "I'm sorry," mahinang sabi ko. "This is not the right time to do that, because I can't f-forgive you for l-leaving me." Malamig niyang sabi ngunit bakas ang hirap sa pananalita. "Mahal kita at nakalimutan kong may gusto ka nga pa lang iba," hindi ko siya makapaniwalang tinitigan dahil sa sinabi sa akin. "I'm leaving." Paalam ni Mateo tapos tumango at lumabas na ng kwarto.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.