I Saw My Mom Naked 소설 & 이야기

And yet, this morning, he had managed to do exactly that without even meaning to. He knew it was an accident, yes, but still, the image of Caty’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks as she looked up at him while he stood stark naked at the doorway would probably haunt him forever. The embarrassment wasn’t just hers. It was his, too. And now, he couldn’t shake off the gnawing guilt clawing at his chest. He needed to apologize. Immediately. The last thing he wanted was for Caty to think he was some sleazy man who walked around naked, hoping to catch women off guard. That wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t raised that way. His mother would slap the sense out of him if she ever found out.

She looked fresh out of college. Her appearance was ordinary, but her voice was gentle and soft when she spoke. My intuition as a woman told me she was exactly who I was looking for. Sure enough, the second she saw me, she panicked. Her face went deathly pale, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, like she had just come face-to-face with a wild animal. "I-Is there something you need at the s-school?" Her voice shook so badly that she could barely get the words out. Yet, she had the nerve to announce in the group chat that she was Tony's mother.

When Mom saw that engraving, her hands began to shake uncontrollably. Tears welled in her eyes, yet she refused to let them fall. After a long while, she finally managed to grit out, "How is this possible…" Mom's assistant shot her a sympathetic look and walked over, trying to offer comfort. I floated off to the side, my translucent body out of place in this world. Confusion filled my gaze as I watched Mom's reaction, completely unable to understand it.

She flung the blanket back onto my body with all her strength. "How much did you sneak and eat? I was only gone for a few hours, and you turned yourself into this? Were you so greedy that you were about to clear out the whole fridge? Look at you now! You look like an overinflated pig! Gosh, you disgust me!" Mom was shaking with anger, her chest heaving violently. "How did I give birth to such a useless thing with zero sense of self-control? Where's the body fat scale? Where's the monitor? Didn't you see it was flashing red? Why'd you still eat? Were you trying to stuff yourself to death?"

The screen shattered, but I simply looked at her with pitiful eyes. “Seven hundred dollars? Are you trying to tip a panhandler? “If you don’t have money, sell your body! “What’s a face like yours for if not to catch a man’s eye? “Wasn’t there some tycoon who wanted to be your sugar daddy before? Go look for him!” The entire room erupted in gasps. In my mind, I thought that no other mother in this world would probably force her daughter into prostitution right in front of a crowd. I bent down and picked up my phone. It was totally shattered.

"You'd better be listening to me, Shawn Larson! If you still don't come back home, then I'm going to kill myself on live stream for the whole world to see! I will tell the whole world that you were the one who forced your own mother to kill herself!" I sat in Mr. Jefferson's study, looking at her face on the screen as my palms turned clammy. However, I knew that this was for the best. The more frantic she became, and the more she acted like a lunatic, the better it would be for me. Mr. Jefferson came over just then and closed my laptop, telling me to stop watching. He told me that the Department of Education and the National Women's Federation had intervened. Mom's self-disclosure of her par

“Mom, I'm here.” A simple grave and a modest headstone were all that remained of my mother. “Mom, I found the truth.” I crouched down and placed the photograph beside the grave. The image Margaret took was blurry, the figures faded with age, but I could still make out the silhouette. “The man who hurt you didn't die by my hand.” I paused. “He was destroyed by his own greed.” The night before, Victor's condition deteriorated rapidly.

Before Mom could even process what was happening, I brushed past her and stepped inside. "Long time no see, Mom. Since you're alive and well, why didn't you come look for me?" The chat instantly went wild. "Holy crap, a live exposure!" "Didn't this lady say her daughter would definitely be grateful to her? Why does it look like she's about to breathe fire?" Panicking, Mom scrambled to cut the live stream before turning to eye me suspiciously. "H-How did you find out I was here?"

"Mia, I need to tell you something. I had a dream." "Martin Luther King? Is that you?" I managed to murmur sleepily, groaning in dismay when the voice pulled the covers off my body. Now, I was convinced that definitely wasn't Martin. He wouldn't be that mean. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to get them accustomed to the blinding lights only to stare into the beautiful eyes of... My mother. "Oh good. You're finally up." She clapped gleefully. Well of course I was up. You know what I was too?

I woke up to being hugged, it took me time to get my thoughts together, then I recalled what had happened last night, a sound I couldn't recognize came out from my mouth, I screamed and jumped with force . "could you be more quit" I heard a video from behind. I turned around only to see man naked beside me , I screamed " o my goodness, what did you do to me " I started hitting and kicking on the bed.