روايات وقصص ضمن Mom And Daughter Incest

And who said I dumped Justin? Everyone looked confused. "Didn't you say it yourself? That you were the mother?" "I've always treated Adrian like a younger brother," Rowena quickly explained. "The baby lost his mother the moment he was born. I became his godmother so he wouldn't grow up being bullied." "You should've told us that sooner, Rowena. With the way you set all this up, we thought this was your biological son!" "And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad."

I held his gaze once more, completely unaware of why he was looking at me like that all of a sudden. “Fay… As in Colby Fay? Are you… Are you his daughter?” Mason barked out a laugh, so loud I flinched. “Look at that, Milo.” He turned to look at his brother, patting him on the shoulder. “She’s the White Fox’s daughter. So, the rumors were true, eh? Feck, your old man did sell you out.” I clenched my fists by my side, not wanting them to know they had hit a sensitive spot. If this were any other moment in the past, I would have snapped at them immediately. But now that Archie and I were on good terms, it didn’t bother me anymore.

The baby was someone I had longed for for ten years, but in the eyes of Michael and Martha, he was a manifestation of their guilt—an undeniable truth of their crime and a living reminder of their sin. So, they did everything in their power—pleading, threatening, and terrorizing me—to stop me from giving birth. "Then, why did your parents take their own lives?" At the mention of Mom and Dad, the smile on my face only deepened. "Oh. You might wanna sit back for this one…" In truth, I wasn't their biological daughter—though they never knew that. The real daughter of the Carlson couple had been kidnapped by traffickers when she was only three years old.

"Dad, Mom, what exactly is going on?" Lincoln, however, kicked him aside. "I'm not your dad! Scram far away!" Leonard clutched his chest in pain and turned to Maria with bloodshot eyes. "Mom, what's going on?" Maria collapsed on the ground, looking despondent. She wiped the tears from her face and continued to deny everything vehemently. "I didn't…" Before she could complete her sentence, I threw an envelope to the floor. Photos spilled out, revealing shameful footage of two people entangled passionately with each other.

Too bad her virginity had been the price of this realisation. Oh well. Time would heal her wounds and raw pussy. He was still just a player who would never feel about her the way she felt about him. And it fucking cost her mom her marriage. Her mom, who couldn't have known she was jacking off the very cock that had fucked her daughter the night before. I'm not good, mom. Not innocent. I'm an incestuous, stupid whore who fucked your step son. Made my best friend fuck your husband. Sorry, mom.

But no matter how he moved, the sinew rope held him fast. He begged, "Mom, I was wrong. I really was wrong. Please let me go, okay? I'm begging you. I promise I'll take good care of you for the rest of your life." Mom focused on aiming at his leg bone and didn't turn around. "When you were killing my daughter, did she beg you like this, too?" The blade fell, and Grayson's leg bone made a cracking sound. He nearly blacked out from the pain. Mom said, "Oh, it didn't come off? Sorry, I'm getting old and weak. I'll make another cut right now."

“Is it really my fault? Your mother was lying right in front of you, and you didn’t even notice? Were you too busy focusing on Jacob? “Barbara passed out because of you! You drained Ev’s blood and even cremated her to cover it up. Aren’t you afraid of karma?” I made sure every word hit hard. Rosie went pale. She leaned against the wall, and she looked frightened. But she still tried to argue back. “Stop blaming me! It was Ev’s health that caused all this—” I did not wait for her to finish. I showed her all the videos and photos. “So, you want to keep arguing, huh? I can post these photos anytime. You’re the one who killed your own daughter!”

A sense of foreboding washed over me instantly. When I opened the door, Mom was indeed inside, along with several other executives of the company. The atmosphere was thick with tension. When Mom caught sight of me, she pointed at me and declared, "You might be my daughter, but you've done something to betray the company and I have no other choice but to expose you." "What have I done now?" "What have you done?" Mom repeated my question with righteous indignance. "Last night, I saw you send all your company's data to a competitor. That's right, I saw everything."

"Natalie, it seems you still haven't learned how to be a perfect daughter." I stared at her, confused. "What are you talking about?" "Do you know what other kids are doing right now? They're all in cram school, trying to get ahead. But all you think about is having fun. I honestly don't know if I can count on you for anything." Mom went on, "Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong to end up with an ex-husband like your father and a daughter like you." She raked her fingers through her hair, acting as though I'd committed some unforgivable sin.

Then she reached to a guard at her side, drew his gun in one smooth motion, and jammed the barrel against my father’s throat. “Roland DeLuca,” she said, each word clipped and sharp, “I carried my daughter for ten months. I found her again, and on her first day home, your sons nearly killed her.” “If Yvette dies tonight, I’ll bury this whole family with her.” Kane had come down by then, Sofia at his side. The look on his face finally changed. “Mom, are you out of your mind?” he snapped. “You’re pulling a gun on us over some girl you barely know?”