Mom Is Always Naked Novels & Stories

"Natalie, can't you take care of yourself? I've told you over and over to eat properly instead of constantly trying to lose weight, but you never listen. Now, you've fainted from not eating. Is this what you wanted?" I wanted to tell her I wasn't starving myself to lose weight. The pain had gotten so bad that I couldn't eat. When I didn't respond, Mom let out a sigh and quietly began feeding me spoonfuls of chicken noodle soup. I recognized the taste. She had made it herself. I never knew how to describe our relationship. It felt like a soaking wet coat in the dead of winter. Wearing it left me cold, but taking it off didn't make it any better.

He suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes burning with rage, and frantically called Mom. At that moment, Mom was at the city's fanciest mall, helping Maya try on a lace-covered princess dress. "Mom, this dress is so pretty! I look just like a princess!" Maya twirled happily in front of the mirror. "If you like it, we'll buy it." Mom gazed at her adoringly and picked up her phone to pay. Dad's name flashed across the screen again and again. She frowned, glanced at it once, and declined.

Mom's uncle was laid to rest the next day just as it had been said that it would be done . Shuan and I didn’t return home last night but last night he stayed at a hotel and booked two rooms making it look like we slept in different rooms but instead we slept together and it was the best night of my life . The sex was amazing , thinking about the stuffs he did to me , I just couldn’t imagine the next time I was having him . I made sure that he ignored all of mom's texts and faced me .

"Hey, Vanessa! You really didn't have to bring the clothes up yourself." As Selena spoke, she hugged the jackets to her chest and stood in the doorway, clearly blocking me from entering. I glanced inside. Mom was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a thin sweater. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead from the heat. Alex was barefoot in the living room, playing with building blocks. Under the warm yellow lights, it was a cozy, harmonious scene.

Completely naked. What the hell?

Ignoring the fact that she was completely naked, Mom lunged forward. "Have you completely lost your mind? He's your father!" "No, he's not! He's just an outsider!" I screamed with everything I had. The fury in Mom's eyes quickly turned into pure disgust. "I swear I gave birth to a curse. All you do is ruin my life! "Do you know why I never loved your father? He was a boring guy who spent all his time and energy working! He deserved to work himself to death!"

Alicia's POV The wall inside our home was covered in award photos, but every woman standing beside Dad and me was a stranger. "Simon! Who are these women in the pictures?" Mom's voice was cold, her eyes locked on the wall as if she could burn straight through it. I had no idea why she was so angry. I stood there helplessly, at a loss for what to say. The property manager wiped the sweat from her forehead, clearly uncomfortable. "Kid, you can't say things like that. Your mom's still alive."

Yet, as if she couldn't feel any pain at all, she dug more and more wildly, shouting, "Helena, come out! Come out and look at me! I'll never scold you again! I'm begging you!" At some point, Dad had appeared behind her. He watched all of this coldly and said, "You can drop the act." Mom's hands froze mid-motion. Dad continued hoarsely, "I was away on business all year round and left both kids in your care. When Irwin loaded up on two dollars' worth of game coins, you made Helena strip naked and livestream to pay off the debt. "When Irwin got caught stealing, you made Helena kneel in public and slap herself to beg for forgiveness. When Irwin wouldn't stop drinking soda, you filled a soda bott

My hand shook on the doorknob. So that was the truth. I quietly stepped back and walked away. I stood by the window at the end of the hallway for a long time. The next day, relatives heard Mom was hospitalized and came to visit. The room was packed. Fruit baskets and flower bouquets filled every corner. Mom lay in bed dramatically talking about how hard she'd worked raising her two daughters. Sophie stood beside her, carefully helping her drink water. The perfect mother-daughter scene. Once everyone had gathered, I cleared my throat. "Since the whole family's here, tell me if this sounds fair."

Bella and I were standing there. We were not holding hands. Mom’s eyes widened. She pushed the guard aside and lunged at the glass. “Bella! Ray!” She pointed at the empty space where we stood. “Have you come to see me? Bella, you’ve forgiven Mom, haven’t you?” The guard grabbed the radio and spoke into it. “Inmate 1043 is emotionally unstable. Requesting assistance.” Two guards rushed in through the door and grabbed Mom’s arms. They dragged her out. Mom’s shoes scraped against the floor.