Mom Sent Me Nudes Novels & Stories

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

It listed everything: the designer gifts for Evelyn, Frank's rent payments, the hefty sums wired to him. The studio went dead quiet, the stream of live comments freezing for a few seconds. Evelyn's face blanched. She shot up, jabbing a finger at the screen. "This is a lie! My mother made it all up! She's trying to tear me and Frank apart!" "Real or fake, let's see what the families of Frank's other victims have to say." At that moment, the studio doors swung open. A procession of somber figures in black filed in.

I said. This decision was made the day Gwen asked me why I had them on my wall. From her expression, I knew she didn't like that I had these pictures and the painting of the naked lady. I remember when I asked her to come sign the paper containing the terms and conditions. She froze at the sight of them. Gwen is the one beauty I have come to appreciate. Nothing else can beat that for me. My mother had a big smile on her face, her cheekbones elevated. "It's great to see this side of you, son."

Her phone had somehow had its Do Not Disturb function turned on, and all notifications were silenced and were not displayed. She clicked on the chatroom to see her screen bombarded with the following: [Mommy! Mommy! Where have you been?] [Mommy! Daddy and I are looking for you! Reply me when you see this!] [Mommy, Mommy! Waaa! Do you hate Momo now? Do you not like Momo and Daddy anymore?] [Momo misses you! What did Momo do…? Did Momo piss Mommy off? Mommy, please don’t disappear.] Charmine frowned. Did she accidentally turn on the Do Not Disturb mode?

In my first year out of college, my mother sues me over the 60 dollars a month I give her for living expenses. In court, she breaks down in tears. "She only gives me 60 dollars a month! And she makes me check in every single day before she'll hand over that day's money! "I raised her and her brother all on my own. I gave everything I had to put her through college. How can she do this to me?" Her lawyer submits printed copies of our text conversations as proof. The judge frowns as he reads through them, then passes them to me. "Defendant, are these messages authentic?" I nod calmly. "They are." The gallery erupts in whispers, people calling me ungrateful and a terrible daughter. Then,

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

"No wonder Linda couldn't hold back. With a daughter like you spouting nonsense all the time, that old woman totally deserved that beating.” "My real mom is flying back from overseas soon. I'm busy planning a top-tier surprise party and a welcome banquet for her. I don't have time for your ridiculous drama." With that, he hung up. On the way to the airport, I scrolled through Nash's social media. There was only one line, written like he thought it was deeply emotional: "The queen is finally returning to her palace. I finally get to show what a devoted son I am." Expressionless, I tapped the like button.

How could I deny her? "God mom, you're so fucking hot!" I worshipped, pulling off my shorts, showing mom my heavy, throbbing meat at her torrid request. I squeezed my shaft and pointed it toward the camera, a sheen of precum smeared on my helmet. "Mmmn," mom purred, biting her lip. "I love it! Such a tasty looking cock! If only I'd known sooner!" Mom toyed with her swollen tits and protruding nipples, slipping her tongue out at me like a prostitute at a potential John. I was in lust with mom. "Stroke it for me, babe. I want you to masturbate to mommy until you cum all over!" I wouldn't dare cum and end this before I saw mom's pussy.

Mom remembered the day they sent me to the camp. I had begged her, "Mom, I'm sorry. I won't ever talk to girls again. Please don't send me there. Please." She thought I was being difficult. She yanked her hand free of mine and shoved me through the doors without looking back. It never once crossed her mind what was waiting on the other side of those doors.