Mom Caught Me Masturbating Novels & Stories

But Tara grabbed me, holding me back with surprising strength. “ You shouldn’t upset Aunt Margaret any further,” she said softly, feigning concern. Mom finished the call and lowered her phone with an air of triumph. Her gaze pierced me, full of smug satisfaction. “It’s done. The box has already been burned. When you chose to do wrong, you should’ve known the price you’d pay.” My arms fell limp at my sides as the fight drained out of me. In my mind, I could see the box engulfed in flames, its contents reduced to ash.

Let him ache. Later, when Mom went upstairs for a quick nap, I seized the moment. I grabbed a dust cloth and started “cleaning” the TV stand right in front of where Marcus was sitting. I bent over deeply, knees straight, ass pushed out toward him. The gown hiked up again, and I wiggled my hips as I wiped the surface in slow, deliberate circles. I knew he had a perfect view, my ass cheeks parted slightly, the outline of everything he wanted but couldn’t have right there.

He destroyed all the surveillance cameras in his room and roared, "I can't take it anymore! I'd rather die than continue being your puppet!" To help Joe learn to have an 'appreciation for life', my mother grabbed my hair and dragged me down to an abandoned basement of an escape room. My weak calls for help and the sound of scratching could be heard coming from inside the heavy coffin, and tears started streaming down Joe's face. He stopped fighting against my mother and he fell heavily on his knees, crying and begging my mother frantically. "I was wrong, Mom! I admit my mistake. I won't talk back ever again. Janine's asthma is acting up, and she doesn't have any medication with her. Please l

Because of being raised in a single-parent household, coupled with his sister having autism, Todd had endured more than other children since he was young. Haley knew he was a heavy thinker, there were some things that needed to be explained clearly. She gently patted his back and said softly, "Don't worry about Mommy. Mommy is a grown-up and will protect herself." Todd vigorously nodded, not daring to show any abnormality again. He captured the surveillance video and saved it to the hard drive, handing it to his mother. There was a coldness in Haley's eyes. Mr. DeRoss dared to say such words shamelessly, then she would use this surveillance video to fiercely slap his face.

“Mommy! Mommy! What happened to you? Did someone hurt you?” I pulled her into a tight embrace, my heart settling down from my throat at last. As Maddie and I huddled together, Matthew leaned in once more. “Sweetheart, Maddie is here and safe. Why don’t we call it a day? It’s embarrassing to air our dirty laundry in public. This will only hurt Maddie.” “Embarrassing?” Holding my daughter close. I couldn’t be more repulsed by his statement. “Oh, now you’re worried about humiliation.”

My cheek was stinging with pain, and my ear was ringing. The durian rolled out of my hand and fell to the floor. I covered my face and stared at the woman who had given birth to me, Rosemary. She had slapped me with all her strength. I could even taste blood at the corner of my mouth. My voice trembled as I asked, “Mom, what did you do that for?” I had moved out to avoid disturbing my sister-in-law, Lily, during her pregnancy.

Stefen was up in Oliver’s face, seething, grabbing the front of his shirt, “Your mother was a whore.” Oliver brought his arm up, knocking his father’s arm away. “You were a fucking womanizer, still are. Mom only loved one man, and it wasn’t you. I don’t think that makes her a whore.” Stefen laughed, “You know nothing of your mother. Get out of my office before I really lose my temper.” “Gladly,” spat Oliver, turning and striding out. *** As they watched Raven massage her breast, still moaning, they talked openly. She tried to take inventory of the girls, wondering how much they knew and if she could somehow speak with them one on one, offering them safety for information.

You were at the concert hall, soaking up everyone's admiration. You were at a restaurant, teaching Maya about sincerity. ... I'm sorry. I don't need you anymore. *** Over the next few days, Mom dug through years of home security footage. She quit eating. Quit sleeping. Her eyes stayed bloodshot as she replayed every clip she'd once used as proof against me, still searching for the tiniest sign I'd fooled her. Anything to prove she hadn't been so horribly wrong. But every video shattered her a little more. At last, she saw the truth.

In my first year out of college, my mother sues me over the 60 dollars a month I give her for living expenses. In court, she breaks down in tears. "She only gives me 60 dollars a month! And she makes me check in every single day before she'll hand over that day's money! "I raised her and her brother all on my own. I gave everything I had to put her through college. How can she do this to me?" Her lawyer submits printed copies of our text conversations as proof. The judge frowns as he reads through them, then passes them to me. "Defendant, are these messages authentic?" I nod calmly. "They are." The gallery erupts in whispers, people calling me ungrateful and a terrible daughter. Then,

My cousin had been pretending to be mentally disabled and freeloading at my house for five years. He scared off two of my ex-girlfriends and drained my parents’ retirement savings. This time, he set his sights on my cunning girlfriend, who was a company president, and sneaked into the guest room. He ended up pinned to the floor by her. My mother rushed in and slapped me. “He cannot help the way he is, but what is your excuse? Couldn’t you just let it go?” My girlfriend remained perfectly calm. She pulled up three months of security footage and said in a flat tone, “You might want to save your outrage until you see what your precious boy’s been doing every night.”