Novel & Cerita Making Out With My Mom

He cried hysterically, "I'm sorry, Mommy! I don't want Ms. Cole to be my mom anymore! I want you! I promise I won't play on my phone anymore. I won't eat ice cream, and I won't hit you again. I want you, Mommy! I want you to be my mom!" Archie's cries and shouts drew the attention of passersby who stopped to look at the poor child.

He had people by his side now, people who would stand up for him. Mom couldn't hurt him anymore. The moment Mom saw us, her eyes filled with tears. She rushed over, grabbed my shoulders, and shook me as she laughed and cried all at once. "Alicia, I knew it. I knew you weren't dead! Simon, you lied to me again. I almost fell for your trick. But then I remembered. Back in college, you used to pull tricks like this on me. I found you this time. I win!" I frowned and stepped back, keeping my distance.

I had a tinge of hatred for my mom and our relationship suffered because she left me all these years; I couldn't afford to go down that road with Kenny. These thoughts stressed me mentally and I fell to the floor immediately; I had to do something to avoid the worst case scenario my brain was already picturing. I pulled her arm hard enough that someone would think I was trying to pull it out of its socket. I prayed for a miracle as it was the only thing I could think of at that moment.

Then he turned and walked out, guards trailing behind him. The door closed. Silence. I turned to Lucian, my composure finally cracking. "Did you see his face when he called me Mother? Did you see it?" Lucian's lips twitched. "I saw." "He looked like he was swallowing glass. It was wonderful." I couldn't contain my grin any longer. "This is the best day of my life." "You're enjoying this far too much." "Impossible. There's no such thing as enjoying this too much."

She looked at the wall streaked with red paint and said helplessly, "Hope, I know you're not the monster everyone online says you are. But if you keep living here, I don't even want to imagine what they'll do to my house." She wouldn't meet my eyes as she said that. Then, she let out a heavy sigh. I gave a wry smile, knowing she was trying her best as well. So, I smiled bitterly and simply said, "I know, Eve. Give me a little time. I'll move out right away." While packing, I tuned in to Grace's livestream, as I usually did. Mom seemed to be having a breakdown. She was clutching at her stomach and crying, "Give me back my son! My son!"

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

she scolded and I know at that moment keeping quiet was the best I can do and that was exactly what I did, then she sighed sitting on my bed. "Come sit here" she said and I noticed her anger already evaporated, that was better I thought. "I'm really sorry mom, I am" I apologised sitting next to her, I know what's next is a moral talk, it gets boring but parents will always be parents. "How was it?" She asked out of the blue, I wasn't expecting that question despite I could read her mind. "What!?" I asked shocked by the question. "That short MOMOL (make out of moment of love)" she elaborated and I flushed in embarrassment, I wouldn't deny the the fact that it was pleasurable, I've never felt

I looked at her and hesitated. I knew—once we departed, we would never have that birthday with Mason. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. Mommy promises.”

When I got home, my mother looked up from brewing tea, her eyes filled with expectation. "Mom," I said, my voice raw, "I'll break off my engagement with Alex Channing and marry Lucas Channing instead." Seeing her satisfied nod, I gave a bitter smile, then asked, ”Mom, what exactly did you put in that coffee yesterday?" Panic flashed across her eyes for just a moment before she composed herself. "It was just a cup of coffee! What—you think I'd poison my own daughter? "So ungrateful! Don't expect me to make you anything ever again!"

I just got a better way of hiding it. I took a sip of the tea. The taste was awfully bland. But Mother had put an effort into making it and I didn't wanna hurt her. So yeah, I gulped the whole thing. Fuck!! It was hard to keep a straight face as I handed back the mug. “Thank you.” She chuckled, touching my face. “Get some rest, honey.” Then she stood and left the room. Father strolled in almost the same second. He seemed agonized but still managed a smile.