Mom Daughter Literotica の小説・ストーリー

“I should leave my daughter?” "You both haven't rested since daybreak, and I don’t have to tell you that you both look exhausted," Lucian continued. "And neither of you will be helping matters if you collapse from exhaustion.” "I'm not leaving my daughter," Luna Sophia vehemently refused, taking her eyes back to Vivienne. "Father..." “She says she isn’t leaving. Let her be.” Lucian let out a sigh. “Father, you and I know Luna Sophia is exhausted. She’s just pretending to be strong.”

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

She decided to use Literotica. On the kitchen laptop, she pulled up a steaming MILF story that she had read earlier and had given a five-star rating. Rather than closing out of the story as she normally would, she minimized it so it showed up in a tab at the bottom of the screen. James often checked his email on the laptop's larger screen when he got home from school, so she hoped the tab would pique his curiosity and he'd open the story to see the kinds of things his mother found arousing. In her mind, that would break down the barrier that kept him from approaching her.

The door was slightly ajar, golden light spilling through the crack. “Still awake?” she whispered, pushing it open gently. Liam sat cross-legged on the bed, a picture book open in his lap, though his eyelids drooped with fatigue. His nightlight—shaped like a tiny moon—glowed softly beside him. “Mama,” he murmured, rubbing his eyes. “You couldn’t sleep either?” She smiled faintly and sat beside him, smoothing his hair. “You caught me. What are you doing up this late, sweetheart?”

I reached the final lines, the ink blurring as my own tears spilled over. You are not a perversion, Lena. You are a magnificent artist, a brave woman, and our beloved child. You do not ever have to hide in the dark again. We love you, exactly as you are. Please, if they will allow it, we would very much like to meet the family that saved your life. With all our love, always, Mom and Dad. I lowered the paper. The silence in the Library was heavy, profound, and vibrating with an earth-shattering grace.

I burned them all. While cleaning Lily’s playroom, I found something inside her favorite unicorn doll. A polaroid picture. In it, a shirtless Damon held a petite Elara in his arms. Lily sat between them. All three were smiling brightly. On the back, a line was written in elegant but vicious handwriting: To my real mommy. As soon as the mute incubator gives birth, our family can finally be together. This was the proof. I didn’t cry. I almost laughed. I took a picture of the photo with my phone and uploaded it to a secure cloud.

They turned. One book had slid forward half an inch. An old volume of poetry neither remembered buying. Ethan rose. Walked to the shelf. Pulled the book free. Inside, pressed between pages eighty seven and eighty eight, a single sheet. Their daughter's handwriting. Age twelve. A letter she had never sent. Dear Mama and Papa, I like it here. The house likes me too. It tells me stories when I put my ear to the floor. Stories about people who loved each other so much the sea learned their names.

" she sighs as she shook her head. Lucas has been causing a lot of trouble lately, although he's the same age as Brayden. "He's going to grow up to become fine, mom." I assured her. "Brayden wants me to read to him Alice in wonderland. Do you know where it is?" "On the dining table." She says. "I'll wash up then go to sleep. Good night, honey. I love you." "Love you too mom." I smiled as I made my way to the dining table. I took the book and walked upstairs.

He brushed the front part of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. “You are one pretty lady, you know?” He said," Helena and Edward really have a beautiful daughter to look on" “I think that is the reason why Lucifer couldn’t resist you as well... Well, I guess it is time to know how much he really loves you.” I stared at him, confused. "What Love," I asked frowning "Ohhh, you are lost" he laughed," Damon loves you, you didn't know huh, bad at least be should have told you instead of keeping you in the dark"

I opened the letter and read: Dear Maraina, Would you be trobbled to come to my home tonite? It wood be ever so gud to sea you! Sinsirously, Loretta ~ The return address was on the envelope. I chuckled at her spelling. “Would you mind if I spent the night at Loretta’s?” I asked Salem. “Not at all, provided we feed first.” I grinned. “I thought that went without saying.” We fed right there in the library. The book on mythic bloodlines was still open, and I couldn’t help but feel as though the Sisters were watching us with their painted eyes.