Mom Seduced Novels & Stories

Mrs. Moss had never encountered a nasty situation like this. People usually thought it was better to bow than break when dealing with the Moss family. “You… you…” Mrs. Moss’s men stopped moving. “You said that I seduced your son. But who the hell is your son?” Jean was clutching at Mrs. Moss’s neck. Mrs. Moss snorted but she did not answer. “Tell me!” “With such indecent conduct at such a young age, I think you can’t even count how many men you have hooked up with until now.”

I chuckled at Dad's frowning face. Marisa stopped chopping crabs. "A woman becomes chatty after she becomes a mother, Joan. Now that I have such a sweet and beautiful girl, I have a reason to be so chatty. Right, Daphne?" Marisa winked at me. "Yes, Mom," I replied with a warm feeling. Again, Father was visibly moved. She rubbed her eyes. "You're so whiny right now," Asher said. Father immediately glared at Asher. "Shut your mouth, or I'll cancel you from the list of my future daughters-in-law." Father threatened.

"Naive? Innocent? She climbed into your eldest son's bed and talked about taking your eminent domain compensation away, and you still call that naive and innocent? "Listen carefully, Mom! Listen to how your precious Viv sweet-talked Isaac into eloping as soon as they got their hands on the money!" Dad trembled with rage, pointing a finger in Isaac's face. "You beast! She's your adopted sister!" Isaac fell to the ground on his knees and said, "Mom, Dad, I swear I never meant to do it! I was bewitched! It was Viv who… who seduced me first!"

"That's the interesting part. Mei Chen made a complete recovery approximately two months ago. Full remission. Her doctors have no medical explanation for it." Harold's mind worked quickly. "The plant. Vitalis whatever. It actually worked." "Appears so. Which means Aria Chen infiltrated Damien Blackwood's estate, stole from him successfully, and used what she stole to cure her mother. Then somehow convinced him to forgive her and start a relationship." "That's not love," Harold said. "That's manipulation. She saw an opportunity and exploited it." "Maybe. Or maybe Blackwood really is that infatuated. People do irrational things when they think they're in love."

Mom appeared in the doorway, elegant in her evening gown, but looking exhausted. She’d sacrificed so much, dating rich men, marrying Sebastian for me. For stability. For a father figure. If only she knew her precious quiet daughter was finger-fucking herself with his BDSM collar while fantasizing about him breeding her… “Sweetie, why are you still up?” she asked, frowning slightly. Her gaze swept over me, flushed cheeks, messy hair, the way my nightie clung to my hard nipples. “You look feverish.” “Just… couldn’t sleep,” I whispered, voice breathy. I pressed my thighs together, fighting the urge to grind against nothing. “How was the gala?”

"It was indeed my mistake just now." A smug, triumphant look spread across his face. Just as he reached out to take it over, I splashed the entire glass of water straight onto his face. "You shameless homewrecker! Dad wasn't even cold in his grave before you coaxed Mom into signing the marriage registration papers. I'll always look down on a piece of trash like you!" My outburst caused every guest in the bistro to snap their heads toward Winston and Mom. "Oh, so he's just a gold-digging homewrecker!"

“Mom gave me permission to fuck someone… never thought it’d be her own daughter gagging for it. Such a greedy little whore for Daddy’s fingers.” Elise moaned softly, biting her lip hard to stay quiet as his fingers worked her relentlessly. The water splashed lightly around them with every thrust of his hand. Her mother remained asleep on the lounge chair, completely unaware. Mark’s voice dropped even lower, rough with lust. “I’m not stopping until you cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are.”

Her parents—Hiroto Pajate and Aiko Pajate—kept calling, but the tone softened over time. Less interrogation. More concern wrapped in silence between sentences. “Are you really okay?” Aiko asked one evening. “I am, Mom.” A pause. “…You don’t sound like it.” Kathleen almost laughed at that. Because what did “okay” even sound like? Even her grandmother, Doña Mercedes Pajate, adjusted her approach. The chef still existed—but now he only sent pre-cooked meals once a week, carefully labeled and portioned. “Just in case you forget,” her grandmother insisted.

It mocked me now, this polished perfection, as if laughing at every hope we’d laid into the tile. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This condo—our supposed sanctuary—had become a prison of betrayal. We had built this life piece by piece, from Sunday morning coffee runs to sketching out wedding plans on restaurant napkins. I believed him. I trusted him. Damian was my world. But the man towering above me now wasn’t the one I loved. He was a stranger when he arrived and now he became a stranger again when he left.

I won't give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. The old Jade would cry. The old Jade would apologize. The old Jade would kneel and beg to be loved by them. But they killed her. I breathe in slowly. Daniel steps closer. “We can still make this right, Jade. We can still get married and live happily together.” I start to laugh. They all shift back, astonished. “What is wrong with her?” Mason asks. “She’s really possessed,” My mom says. “If that’s the case,” says Natasha. “Then I’ll exorcise that demon.”