I Saw My Moms Boobs Novels & Stories

How? I wanted to hit her, "Sweetie, you need to calm down." Mom said "Did he hurt you, Mom?" The flames extended. "No, I was scared for you. We couldn't find you." A soft sob left her throat. I was going to die soon. She couldn't do this to her. My body felt drained. I wouldn't be a fire girl for long, "I will always love you, Mom. I wanna see you happy." I blinked. I felt burning on my cheeks.

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!?"

The moan was one of pure ecstasy, and it only grew louder as I approached. The voice sounded familiar… I knew that voice anywhere. Fueled with rage, I pushed open the door. I caught Mom lying in bed. The back of her blouse was pushed up, exposing a patch of skin. Bryan sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still on Mom’s back. Mom turned over and sat up. Her forehead was damp with sweat, and her cheeks flushed. She seemed flustered about seeing me.

Mama's eyes were red as she put a pretty dress on me and combed her fingers through my hair. "Look how nice. Mommy, can I have braids?" I used to envy the kids back home with braids. Now Mama is going to braid my hair. I drifted next to her and leaned my head against her shoulder. "Don't cry, Mommy. Daisy will be a star in the sky and keep you company." Something hard rolled out from under the bed. A stale piece of bread. Mama's eyes went huge, and they filled fast. Mrs. Hayes had told her once that I had sticky fingers, that she'd found bread hidden under my mattress.

Mom frowned and set some of the things down. “Ray, can you hear me?” Still no reply. Growing impatient, Mom reached the door to push it open. It wasn’t locked, only slightly ajar. She pushed it open wider and peered inside. In an instant, her expression froze.

Jenny saw me standing outside and kindly brought over a chair, chatting with me while we waited for my mom. As I excitedly chatted with Jenny about school life, I didn't even notice the shadow looming behind me. I was still smiling when I turned and saw Mom walking out. Seeing my happy expression, she didn't think twice to slap me across the face.

I also stopped paying for their cost of living every month, opting to save 40 grand instead. I swore that I would never let them wring me dry again. Once my mom realized that I had blocked her, she began to find different ways to get in touch with me. At one point, she even found the filming set and location I was at. I happened to be filming the scene where the male lead would jump into the water and save me. My mom arrived on set the moment he princess-carried me out of the water. She was furious when she saw me lying in my co-star's arms in a flimsy dress dripping with water.

The contrast between Mom's disheveled appearance and my glamorous look was stark. Naturally, it once again drew another flood of criticism from netizens. Even while I was still shopping, a woman ran up to me and yelled, "Diana, are you for real? How do you even have the nerve to be out shopping after abandoning your own mother?" I looked at her coolly. "If you feel sorry for her, then why don't you take care of her? If you can't do it, don't even try to guilt-trip me. You should just take care of your own mother instead of worrying about other people's mothers!"

She shoved her bedroom door open, slamming it shut behind her, the sound echoing like a finality. Her clothes came off in a frenzy, blouse unbuttoned, skirt pooling at her feet—leaving her in just her bra and panties. She stumbled into the bathroom, twisting the shower knob. Hot water cascaded down, steam filling the air as she stepped under the spray, letting it soak her skin. Tears flowed freely now, mixing with the rivulets down her cheeks. Why did it hurt so much? Seeing them like that, her mother, bound and writhing under Ronan's whip and that merciless machine, shouldn't pierce her this way. But it did. The jealousy burned, a forbidden fire that consumed her thoughts.

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.