Mom Caught Me Masturbating Novels & Stories

"Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!" The guy snapped. "You crazy old bitch, what the hell is your problem?!" He jabbed a finger at Zoey. "What about all those times she came to the salon for free treatments and tried to hook up with me? I've been sleeping with her forever. Now she wants to act innocent?" The whole room erupted. Mom's face went pale. Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Zoey scanned the room before her gaze locked onto me. "You did this, didn't you?!"

"You see her? You see Nova? Where is she?!" Terrified by her sudden burst of hysteria, Leo burst into loud wails, twisting his body to hide his face in the crook of Dad’s neck. Dad forcefully shoved Mom back. "Stop it! You're breaking his heart!" Mom fell back, staring down at her own hands. These were the exact hands that had violently shoved me into a toxic closet yesterday. Today, they made her baby in terror. The daycare teacher stood by the entryway, her eyes brimming with tears.

Creepy hot is still creepy. Aurelia snorted, typing back: Tell me about it. Lunch loomed, but her mind drifted to the house. Would Ronan be there when she returned? Touching her mom again, or worse, seeking her out? The thought made her squirm in her chair, pussy clenching at the forbidden promise. Ronan's chaos defied code; he was a virus in her system, rewriting her desires.

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

"Which stall are you in, Natey? I saw you walk in here 20 minutes ago. Come on, tell me what kind of fun you've been having on your own. "Were you touching yourself? Did it feel good? Don't you find it boring doing it all by yourself? Why don't you let me help? "You slut, I could hear you moaning from a mile away." Derrick kept calling out to me in a derogatory way, and it instantly reminded me of all the rumors he used to spread about me. I couldn't bear it anymore and felt tears slipping down my cheeks. I quickly covered my mouth and tried hard not to make a sound, even though it wouldn't have made a difference anyway. He was going to discover me very soon.

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

After spending another year preparing to retake the SAT, I tried to register, only for the system to tell me I couldn't. According to its records, I'd already enrolled at Briarwood University and had been attending college for a full year. But on the day the exam results came out last year, Mom had clearly told me, "Conor, you only scored 1280. You're more than a hundred points short of getting into Briarwood." That same day, Cassidy Vaughn patted me on the shoulder and encouraged me, "Conor, take another year and try again. I'll be waiting for you at Briarwood." My hands shook as I opened Briarwood University's official social media page. The pinned post read: "Meet Conor Hale, Outstan

I replied automatically as I got back between her legs. "Jimmy, this is wrong. Why are you doing this to me?" pleaded Mom. I had to think about that for a few seconds. "Well, it's like this, Mom. I'm horny and don't want to be a virgin anymore. I was going to have sex with Cindy this year but you moved us up here. Now, I'm just tired of masturbating. When you were unconscious I felt your breasts and pussy and finally stuck my cock inside your cunt. It just feels so much better than jacking off."

Just because I talk to a male classmate a few times, my parents decide I'm dating too young and send me to a correctional boot camp for winter break. I spend 14 days there. They don't come to pick me up until New Year's Eve. Dad reaches for my backpack, but I panic and instinctively drop to my knees. I blurt, "Dad, I'm sorry. I'll carry my own things. I won't let a member of the opposite sex touch me!" Dad looks displeased. "I told you to be wary of men outside, not to be wary of your own father." I keep my head lowered and say nothing. It's because even responding to a member of the opposite sex is considered wrong. On the way home, Mom sees me sitting perfectly upright and motionles

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come