Mom Caught Me Masturbating Novels & Stories

I would never dare again. Before, at the camp, I had waited until the instructors were not looking and secretly called home. I cried and told them that the people inside were abusing me, that the instructors hit me, screamed at me, and degraded me. I begged them to come and take me back. However, Mom screamed into the phone, accusing me of making up lies just to get out and calling me ungrateful. Dad went quiet for a long time before finally saying, "This is all for your own good."

“Don’t worry, David. Your mom will definitely show up. After all, she fought a custody battle for you for two whole years, and she didn’t even hesitate to quit her job at the research institute just to take care of you. “How about this? If your mom comes, you tell your dad that you want me to be your mom. If she doesn’t show up, I’ll buy you that Spider-Man toy you wanted. Deal?” “Deal.” Standing outside the door, listening to them use my desperation as a gambling chip, I felt completely frozen. I violently threw the door open. The moment they saw me, the smiles froze instantly on their faces. Avery was the first to recover. She immediately wore a slightly provocative smile and said, “Look,

My knees buckled, groans ripping free as the orgasm milked me dry, cock jerking in my hand until the last drops seeped out. Only then did I realize what I'd just done. Fuck. I'd masturbated over my mate while she slept, pumping my load all over her in the heat of her wet dream about me. Shit, would this wake her? Would she think less of me if she knew?

Blondie and his friends whistled at me, leering and muttering dirty words under their breath. Fear welled up inside me. I rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and immediately dialed my mom. The call finally connected. "Mom, help me—" I began. Before I could get a word out, she cut me off angrily, "Nina Graham, I can't believe this! You're always trying to scheme your way around things. Deep down, you just want something without earning it, and I will not let this slide!" She hung up before I could respond. I called back frantically, but no one answered.

That was why she deliberately lit the pleasure candle that day, only to end up with no useful footage at all. But she still went ahead and used those screenshots to spread rumors and tarnish my name. As I stared at the diary in front of me, my heart turned cold and numb, as if I had fallen into an icy abyss. So, Mom wasn't my mother after all. Just then, I heard the sound of something heavy hitting the floor behind me. I turned to find Mom standing in the doorway for who knew how long. A flash of panic crossed her face before she rushed in and tried to hide everything. But it was too late, as I had already seen everything clearly.

"I'm sorry. I never meant for you to die. I just wanted you to behave. Why couldn't you get that?" Even with my body right there, she still criticized me. My last flicker of hope was extinguished. I muttered, "Mom, you'll never grasp love, and you'll never feel it again." When she soullessly staggered home, Ashley rushed up anxiously, taking her hand. "Mom, is everything okay? Don't be too hard on Evelyn. She just wanted more time with you. It's my fault for stealing the spotlight. If anyone deserved this, it's me."

Momma tells me that I have only one option and it sounds so filthy coming from her sweet lips, “Abi you’ll need to play with yourself, masturbate. She jumps up and pulls out a large rubber dick and I almost cry at what I’ve made my mother do. I look at her in horror, “please tell me you did not go out and buy that for me, I don’t want anyone in this pack to think you would need that with Daddy around.” I slap my own mouth as I realize what I’ve just said and scream out in anguish as pain radiates through me. I look at her, my eyes pleading.

Why would she think it’s her fault. “He was right. I can’t look after myself so how could I have expected to look after a child. If I can’t even look after myself then how? How? I am a very bad mom. I lost my pup. How could I have been so stupid. I should have taken better care of myself. I should’ve done more. I should’ve drank more water. I should’ve slept on time. I should’ve sat down more. I should have listened to him.” I sat there crying silently as she spoke, watching her cry freely as she spoke, convincing herself she was wrong. She paused, suddenly throwing the duvet off her body, attempting to stand up.

"Her mom is too cruel! No matter how much she hates her, she's still her daughter. Even animals wouldn't hurt their own offspring!" "I hope she can move on from failing the exam thrice. She should try taking the exam again!" I made my way through the reporters who wanted to interview me, hailed a cab, and rushed home. I kept walking and went into my room right away. I searched around the bed, desk, and every corner in the room, and I finally found a tiny hidden camera on top of the closet. I finally understood why Mom knew everything. I glanced at the manufacturing date of the camera and held my breath.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly. Just as she wavered, the screen carried a voice.