Mom Is A Slut Novels & Stories

“You are a disgrace to this family! A slut like you should never even be allowed to live! What in hell were you thinking while that boy thrusts inside you over and over again, huh?! Did you just enjoy it and forget about your future?!” My mom slapped me hard on my right cheek while I sat on my bed. I didn’t cry, I didn’t make any noise as I held my cheek with glossy eyes. “How could I have raised a slut! This is…This is impossible. NO! I don’t have a whore for a daughter!”

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting he glanced over at his mum and sighed. "I'm busy slut!" Max told her while still not looking up, he wasn't trying to be offensive, more dismissive, "What do you want?". Max's mother shuddered at the harsh words she received, she was a whole other breed of submissive, unlike Sara, Max's mother was a glutton for degradation and having her own son call her a 'slut' lit a fire in her. "I was hoping..." She continued, walking meekly up to him, "That you might like some cookies with milk?"

she says and I feel like I have been slapped on the face. I am speechless while my mom stands up and pulls Sissi out of the kitchen. “You’re nothing more than a slut, you took my boyfriend away from me, and now everyone is seeing who you truly are,” she shouts as Mom pulls her through the house and into her room.

“Look. You are right. We didn’t want to go. Who would when they find out their daughter has been slut and got pregnant out of wedlock?” Casper turns his questioning eyes to me. “Mommy, what is a slut?” Anger rushes through me. How could she say that to my son? Izzy whips her glaring eyes at my mother. Her gaze burns with the same rage as me. “That is not something to say in front of a young child. You need to apologize for saying something so vulgar.” With his gaze still on me, Casper gasps. “Did she say something mean to you?”

What if Mom's friends are all classy and I'm the slutty bridesmaid? Mira snorted, lounging on her own bed in sweats. 'Please. It's a bachelorette party. Slutty is the point. And you know you should probably stop avoiding him now. Tomorrow's the wedding—you can't possibly avoid your stepdad in his own house.'

His eyes locked onto mine, all desperate and pleading. Startled, I pulled myself together and shoved him back, totally blank-faced. "Pretty sure you've got the wrong person." "Mom, are you still mad at me?" he stammered, eyes filling with guilt. I just turned to unlock the door, ignoring him. But he stepped in front of me, refusing to move. Then, like he was trying out for a tragic soap opera, he dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and pathetic. "Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!"

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

I am hurting , I can’t lose him now , I just want my husband back , that is what I want please “ my mom started crying as she sat on the floor . I had never seen my mom broken this way like I was seeing her now , she looked so destroyed and so heartbroken . I am so sorry mom , I am so sorry , please I am going to make this right , I promise you , I am going to make this right and that bitch that thinks she’s coming to my house to destroy my family is going to pay ,and I am not joking . I would rather die than see my father get married to another woman. I am not sharing my father with no damn kids , I am not sharing this company with anyone , whatever I have belongs to me shd it’s mine alone

She could not stomach the ridicule. "So you are saying the slut that her pictures were posted with my son, that girl is Isis? The one my son is calling her name in her sleep? Omarion's mother asked, shaking her head, not believing that her son could stop so low like that and get involved with a classless girl. "Isis is not a slut ma, she is a well-behaved girl if you get to know her," Madam Louisiana explained panicky seeing that the woman was not getting the whole point of her talk.