Kissing My Mom Mga Nobela at Kwento

I nodded, sucking my bottom lip in between my teeth in order to contain a couple brain cells and not become totally lost to the desire yet. “My mom and dad started JFI together, you know,” I said, nodding my head and petting his hair repeatedly as he sprinkled kisses down my chest toward my belly. “Just like you said your mom and dad worked together.” He made an indiscernible sound in his throat, like he was trying to pay attention to me but was highly distracted by my body.

Jaxon whistled and I scoffed, breaking I and Nyx's kiss. "You're sure you're not blind?" I asked, drawing out a roll of weed from my pocket. Lighting it up, I took a long drag. My mum died when I was nine, but I could still remember even the tiniest detail about her. She had black hair, shining fair skin and a really radiant smile. She was the purest soul I'd ever known. She was always there for me,supported me....she was an amazing mother. Then cancer took her away. And it all happened so fucking fast, I lost her the very day Dad told me of her ailment.

“Tyler? Are you down here?” Damn it mom! We broke the kiss and I threw him an awkward smile while my mom made her appearance in a long night gown and a robe. “Can’t sleep?” I got up walking up to her. “I think I need coffee.” “We’ve already talked about this. With your meds, that’s not really good. What about a cup of tea with some milk?” I comforted rubbing her shoulders. She nodded with a smile. I could sense Aiden’s eyes on us. This couldn’t be anymore awkward. I turned around to find him with a smile.

I kissed her forehead. Not out of desire. Out of mourning. The next morning, Jason cornered me. “You okay, man?” I blinked. “Yeah. Why?” “You’re acting weird. Like... quiet weird.” “I’m just tired.” He frowned. “Mom said she made you tea last night. That you were up late.” I stiffened. “She said you couldn’t sleep. That true?” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I guess.” He clapped me on the back. “Don’t let her freak you out. She has that effect. You know, the whole mysterious widow vibe.”

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"

By the time we made it through the long, exhausting ceremony and returned to the bridal suite, I was starving so badly that I collapsed onto the bed, unable to move a muscle. Clara carried over a plate of carbonara pasta and set it on the table, then reached out to remove confetti from my hair. She smiled as she looked at me. "How are you feeling? Can you still move? Do you want me to feed you?"

A soft sigh escaped my lips as fragments of my past came rushing back—the kind of memories that leave permanent scars on the heart. --- Thirteen Years Ago I stepped into the living room, the door creaking behind me. Mom was passed out on the couch again, phone loosely dangling from her hand. The TV buzzed softly in the background. “Hey, Mom... I’m back from tutoring,” I said softly, walking toward her. “I’m sorry I came back late—Mr. Hamel had to repeat a few concepts.” I gave a hopeful smile, clutching the paper in my hand. She didn’t even blink. Just stared at me blankly before rolling her eyes and returning her attention to her phone.

The person says, who is none other than Mario, her ex-husband. Xavier, who has never seen his mother gets upset other than in the office, was suddenly shocked. At first, he wanted to defend the uncle who is offering him the sausages, but he's getting scared. Xavier chose to hug his mother tightly after all. "Mom, let's back home." Xavier whispers in Lucrecia's ear. The whispers instantly muffled Lucrecia's emotion which is about to burst. Lucrecia exhales slowly, trying to hold back her anger. Then turn around to Alan who is cooking the sausages.

The moment I walked in, an ashtray flew past my head. "You're getting out of control! How dare you slap Willow in public!" I was not quick enough to dodge, and a cut opened on my cheek, filling my nose with the metallic scent of blood. I touched my stinging face and forced a smile. "So, does that mean it's fine to hit her at home?" "You ungrateful brat, is this how your mom raised you?" "Dad, have you forgotten? Mom has been dead for years." I took a seat at the far end of the table, my face expressionless. Dad was trembling with rage, while Willow hurriedly patted his back.

He sat down on the swing with me cradled carefully in his arms. A gentle breeze drifted through the garden, carrying the fragrance of flowers. I rested my head on Julian's shoulder and watched the sunset spreading across the horizon. “Julian, the sunset is beautiful.” My voice grew softer and softer, barely audible by the end. “Yeah, it is.” He held me tightly, his chin resting on top of my head. “Mom.” I called out softly. My mother stepped forward, crouched beside me, and took my hand. “I’m here. Mom’s right here.”