I Saw My Moms Boobs Novels & Stories

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.

I saw the pity and guilt reflecting in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What kind of mother are you to say something like that about your own child?" Mrs. Davis used her frail body to shield me as she tried to reason with Mom to make her back down. But Mom was never one to be reasoned with. Sneering, she gave me a cold glance that sent chills down my spine. As she raised her hand, Mrs. Davis still stood in front of me, perhaps unable to believe that Mom would resort to violence against her. But I knew better. Over the years, Mom had hit more women than I could count.

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.

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

The only thing keeping them going was the need to clear my name. I was not a liar. I was a good kid. When the relatives saw them, they immediately crowded around. “How’s Anna? Where is she? Why didn’t she come back with you?” “It was just a fishbone, right? They took it out, right? There’s no reason for her to sulk any longer!” Mom dropped to her knees in front of everyone and told them I was dead. As she spoke, she slapped herself.