Novel & Cerita Mom Is A Slut

“Watch your mouth! My mom is not a whore. Besides, if your dad were a good man and faithful to your mom, he wouldn’t have been tempted by my mom. The point is, both your dad and my mom made mistakes. So, the fault doesn’t lie with just one person. You must have seen my mom’s face and body, right? She’s beautiful and sexy, which certainly can’t be compared to your mom. I’m sorry, I have to tell you the truth. That’s what really happened. You don’t have to ask me to come here because I know nothing. My parents have been divorced for a long time and are living their own lives. However, if you want your dad to stop seeing my mom, we have to work together.” “Screw that! The point is, what man wou

Susan reluctantly transferred me the rest of the funds, her voice stiff when she said, “There you go. You have the money. Now, get us a decent spread. Don’t keep everybody waiting.” Before I could get a word in, Summer beat me to it. “What are you doing, Mom?” She sneered at me and said out loud, “I’m sure you’ve skimmed a fortune off Mom by now. “So what if she’s short one time? Can’t you just cover the difference for once? “Are you shaming Mom in front of family because you didn’t get anything out of her?” Susan gave her a pouting look. “Don’t say such things when we have family around.”

The screen shattered, but I simply looked at her with pitiful eyes. “Seven hundred dollars? Are you trying to tip a panhandler? “If you don’t have money, sell your body! “What’s a face like yours for if not to catch a man’s eye? “Wasn’t there some tycoon who wanted to be your sugar daddy before? Go look for him!” The entire room erupted in gasps. In my mind, I thought that no other mother in this world would probably force her daughter into prostitution right in front of a crowd. I bent down and picked up my phone. It was totally shattered.

"Natalie, it seems you still haven't learned how to be a perfect daughter." I stared at her, confused. "What are you talking about?" "Do you know what other kids are doing right now? They're all in cram school, trying to get ahead. But all you think about is having fun. I honestly don't know if I can count on you for anything." Mom went on, "Sometimes I wonder what I did wrong to end up with an ex-husband like your father and a daughter like you." She raked her fingers through her hair, acting as though I'd committed some unforgivable sin.

She was furious when she saw me lying in my co-star's arms in a flimsy dress dripping with water. Without a word, she grabbed my hair and slapped me across my face. "How dare you?! You stopped answering my calls to sell your body now, huh? Is that what you've been doing these days?! Just because you're a star now doesn't mean you can disrespect your mother like this! You should've just gone and married someone instead of shaming our family like this!" Erin was a soft-spoken woman. She must have allowed my mom onto the set because she was my family member.

"Caroline! Open the damn door! I know you're in there! You slept with me, and now you won't even face me? You think I'm just some hookup? Open the damn door!" Mom immediately rushed to open it, revealing a sleazy-looking guy with bleached hair standing outside. It was Jerome Cole. When he saw Mom, he glanced inside the house with obvious disdain. "Where's that rat Caroline? Why isn't she home? Damn it, she's pregnant with my kid, and now she's hiding from me!"

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

Without a word, she dropped her utensils and stormed straight to our neighbor, Yvonne Loft's house. The sound of Mom pounding on the door echoed loudly. Yvonne, completely unaware of what Mom had discovered, thought it was just one of her poker friends calling her over for another game. The moment she opened the door, however, Mom's hand flew across her face, slapping her so hard that Yvonne's head snapped to the side. "You slut! I can't believe you'd set your sights on my husband when I've been so good to you all this time!" Mom roared as she kicked and hit Yvonne relentlessly, ignoring all of her attempts to explain.

Something is not right with what they are telling me and I believe my mom over this lot any day of the week. A man refers to my mom as a slut! He never just referred to the woman who raised me as a slut. I am going to kill him. I grit my teeth and go to stand up. But he hit the floor before I even got my butt off the chair. The Luna hit him so hard, his blood now painted the walls. She was leering at him. She looked like she was going to kill him, screaming at him, defending my mom’s honor. I guess they were friends.

"My mom thinks I'm a slut." Imani eyes rounded in delight and she laughed. She tried for a follow up, but one of the men palmed Annabelle's head, and she turned toward him, mouth open. He jacked himself, but nothing came out. His hand made that empty noise a man makes fisting his cock. Annabelle thought about the admission she'd just made. It was true, of course, her mother did think Annabelle was a slut, and Annabelle had known her mother felt that way for such a long time Annabelle could barely remember a time her mother had thought of Annabelle as anything else, but she had never had the satisfaction of putting it into words before tonight.