Mom Anal Stories 소설 & 이야기

"Mom told me not to tell you she still had money! She said you two are asking for more! Now look at this. She's pretending to be poor, and you two are already tearing each other apart." Those words stunned both Ryan and Victor. They immediately turned on each other again. "You told Mom to hide her money from us, didn't you?" The neighbors shook their heads, whispering among themselves. One of them clicked their tongue and remarked, "What's with these three? Their mom is hospitalized, and they're here arguing." "It's obviously about money. Susan must have some savings. Otherwise, they wouldn't be arguing out in the streets, would they?" "I bet that's the case. Kids don't turn out like this fo

"You're about to walk into the lion's den." A confident chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm ready, Mom. Sienna Hamilton won't know what hit her." As Marjorie ended the call, a delicious sense of anticipation unfurled within her. She leaned back and fixed her eyes on the screen, ready to watch the spectacle unfold. She might be locked behind bars, but tonight, she felt more powerful than ever.

The friction on my clit was intense, building fast. “Oh fuck, Mom—I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my voice muffled by her pussy. “Do it, baby girl,” she moaned, grinding faster. “Cum on Mommy’s pussy while your stepbrother watches.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. My whole body tensed, thighs shaking as I squirted against her, soaking her cunt and the couch. Sarah followed right after, her pussy pulsing and flooding my tongue and face with her sweet cum. We kept rubbing through it, slick and slippery, drawing out every spasm.

Ignoring the fact that she was completely naked, Mom lunged forward. "Have you completely lost your mind? He's your father!" "No, he's not! He's just an outsider!" I screamed with everything I had. The fury in Mom's eyes quickly turned into pure disgust. "I swear I gave birth to a curse. All you do is ruin my life! "Do you know why I never loved your father? He was a boring guy who spent all his time and energy working! He deserved to work himself to death!"

Salt-and-pepper hair, strong jaw, and those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to see right through me. Mom was away for a work conference until tomorrow night, leaving just the two of us in the big suburban house. I’d spent the evening alone, restless and horny. The kind of horniness that built up after weeks of crappy dorm showers and no privacy. I locked my bedroom door, dimmed the lights, and opened my laptop.

But now, Mom was saying that she simply couldn't bring herself to beat them. What about me? Was I born only to be made a scapegoat, a "sacrificial" dog to force Esther and Emily into obedience? I couldn't stop my tears from falling after learning the truth. I wiped my tears away and glanced at Mom's phone, where a number of netizens had left comments on her live streams and even personal DMs, showing up as notifications on her screen. "Lady, your son's condition doesn't look very good. Is he out of the tank yet? Don't let anything happen to him!"

Camera lights flashed incessantly as microphones pushed toward her face. "Ms. Whitaker, we heard that you found Mr. York to donate bone marrow to your son. Is this true?" Before she could answer, several more microphones were thrust at her. "Is there a secret relationship between you and Mr. York? The success rate for non-blood relative matches is extremely low. Could the child be Mr. York's illegitimate son?" "Yesterday, your husband and Mr. York had an argument at the hospital. Was it because he discovered the child isn't biologically his?"

“If you already know everything, why are you still trying your luck? How pathetic can you be? “Since we’re the same age, let me give you some advice. That woman claimed to be my dad’s legitimate wife, but my brothers tossed her out into the wilderness. “In the end, she crawled back with a broken leg and demanded that my dad return her daughter. Hilarious! Her looks make my dad want to vomit! How could he possibly have a child with her?!” Hearing her words, I clenched my fists tightly. So, while I was studying abroad for three years, these people had tormented my mother!

As she expected Vara pulled in a deep breath and sorted through the pieces of her story to what would answer his question the easiest. "Most people don't know me. They know my mother, Lisa Price. She worked for top brass on base in the Middle East back in the eighties. There was some party and a local translator raped her." Vara held up her hand. "You'll hear people put it all kinds of ways. She was drinking too much, whatever. The whole thing caused a big stink, then Mom refused to get rid of me, she almost lost her job, but she was very good at what she did. Too valuable to lose. What you hear depends on what version of the story you believe."

But any lingering doubt disappeared when I saw Henry lift his glass to a middle-aged woman, saying, "Mom, here's to you." That woman... I'd recognize her anywhere. Mona Lott. My late husband Sebastian's high school "friend" and relentless shadow. When we were together, she tried every trick in the book to break us up, pulling him into constant drama and misunderstandings. Even after we married, she didn't stop. Once, while I was pregnant, she came by with "nourishing" soup, hoping to cause a miscarriage. Thankfully, I was cautious and didn't fall for it.