Mom Sent Me Nudes Mga Nobela at Kwento

I know it isn't the same thing as having sex, but at least I'm no longer a complete novice at sex. “Ronny, are you ready yet?” my mom screamed from her room and I immediately jerked up from the bed and rushed for the bathroom. “Almost” I yelled back Tonight, I was finally going to meet the man my mother was so excited about.

They linked fully only after…’ ‘TMI, but okay,’ I groaned. ‘Hey, you invaded my brain in middle of the night,’ mom laughed. ‘and your question is, well, not that less private, love.’ ‘Fine,’ I groaned again. ‘So, you are getting too close to a boy,’ I heard dad’s anguished gruff. ‘She will, Nash is her mate. They are bound to have s*x… so shut it, okay,’ mom scolded dad.

She must be calling to ask me to bring dessert or something. "I know you're a grown up and it's absolutely healthy to watch porn and release yourself but-" oh God! Cassie! "But can you mute it first so we can discuss-" "No I'm not watching porn, Mom!" I quickly interject before she goes further. She makes a doubting face, "I'm pretty sure I hear a screaming lady saying-" "Nooooo that's my roommate making porn!" She gasps in disbelief, "Toffer?" I nod, slightly feeling humiliated that Mom has found out about my night ritual; listening to live porn... on nights that I don't put my headphone on.

Even before fully opening the door, I could tangibly smell the thick smell of raw sex, sweat and so many more things that made my stomach flip. Natalie wouldn't be so disrespectful to our father. If anything, she wanted nothing to do with that room because she still couldn't get over Dad's death and neither could she fully accept it. She just wouldn't. Mom- No. I reached the door with my heart skipping a beat before gently pushing it open. My eyes widened, bile rising up my throat at the speed of lightning. Mom sat completely nude on the desk with a tall muscular man with a bold tattoo of a dragon on his back wedged between her widely parted legs.

My textbooks were stacked neatly, and the blanket on my bed was folded tidily. Everything looked as if I was still around. Mom sat on my bed and grabbed my pillow, holding it to her chest. My scent still lingered on the pillow. Mom began to weep as she buried her face in my pillow. "Please come back, Claire. I'll never scold you again. I'll never tell you that you're embarrassing me and giving everyone a chance to ridicule me ever again. You can do whatever you want. I'll let you have your way. Just come back, please."

Kaden looped his arm through my mom's and shot me a smug look. "Want to know the truth? Mom bought this house five years ago for me. She was just waiting for you to pay off the mortgage so she could transfer it to me. We're not here to ask. We're here to tell you." I looked at my mom in disbelief. "Is that true? Was this whole thing just you manipulating me from the start?"

“Sorry, I need to take take this.” She dropped my phone on the table and marched down to the living room, as if a single whisper from us would put her in big trouble. “Hey mom?” Her voice trailed off. I reached for my phone and opened the message myself. The second my eyes met the picture, a cold sting flushed all over me. A nude selfie blared over my screen, breasts swollen in lust, body drowning in sin. I tried to keep a poker face, but when I finally raised my head, Bianca was looking straight at me.

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

The moment I saw the screen, it felt like all the blood drained from my body. Matthew had posted something. [I love smashing things, but she never complains. She even smiles and hands them to me.] The photo showed our trophies shattered across the floor, while the toys I had treasured so much that I barely dared touch them had been smeared with paint. Another notification popped up. Mom had transferred ten thousand dollars. Dad tapped the attached voice message, and the sound of things breaking burst from the speaker. "Something happened to the trophies. Take the money and buy Alicia a few new ones."