Mom Sent Me Nudes Mga Nobela at Kwento

She couldn’t figure out what her child meant. “The game is over now because you saved me and Daddy. You played an interactive video game called Gunmetal Mama.” Omar giggled. The little boy placed his hand against his mother’s face and he caressed his mom’s cheek while watching the smile fade away from her lips. When Omar caressed his mother’s face, that’s when his body disintegrated in her arms. “Baby!!” Amy screamed out to her son after his body crumbled in her arms. She choked on her breath.

"Now you know why I am doing this, right? Just because I don’t live here anymore means that I don’t give a damn to the things you do outside this house. I care for all of you and if something happens, how would I feel about it?" When I questioned them, they looked like kids being scolded by their mother. They’re all grown-ups but they were a walking disaster! At their age, they were so stubborn. When our mom died, they promised to listen to me at all times. "Dad, can you talk to Cassie? I think she’s enjoying tormenting us," Marcus complained. "Enough! You should all be grateful that she still cares for us. She’s not just your sister, but the next Luna of our pack," Dad scolded him.

Mom asked, and my gaze darkened. "I do not have a mate bond. I am just aroused by thinking about some random club girls," I lied, and my mother scowled. "It's fine. If you feel sick, you can reach out to the pack's doctor for cure. I only came to discuss with you about the priestess visit. Although, I know that your father is right that you cannot choose an Omega, but we will have to find a cure and maybe, find another priestess to help us get your mate," Mom said.

“Mom! Doesn’t that look just like Doraemon’s gadget—the Memory Bread?” “Miss Never said if I can figure out how to make Memory Bread, she’ll choose me to be Nobita in Doraemon.” Miss Never and that robot cat again! I yanked him off to the side with a stern look on my face. “Justin, if you keep making up stories about Miss Never, Mommy is going to be very angry!” His mouth turned down in a pout, his whole face sinking. “Mom, I am not making anything up. Miss Never is real!”

I inched close to the portrait and I took it off it's normal position, I checked the back and checked the back of the portrait. I ran my finger against it as I brought out the picture and scanned it calmly. It contained my mom, dressed in a gown with a wide smile on her face and my dad, who pulled her close to him and stared back at her lovingly. Tears pricked my vision as I ran my gaze over it.

That was a terrible idea, and I was no match for his macho build, but the effort would count, right? I turned to my mother with a stiff smile. “Yeah. I wasn’t feeling too well on the plane. Motion sickness. But you could have woken me,” I mumbled the last part. “Hmm,” she hummed, her eyes raking up and down my body. I squirmed inwardly, hoping as she looked at me, she wouldn’t see the image of the girl whose legs were spread wide open with her soaking pussy being pleasured by her step-uncle’s fingers hours ago.

At that moment, my attention was completely consumed by Aunt Maggie's voluptuous figure. I barely registered a word she said. Watching her breasts spill out from her clothes as her hands pressed them together, I couldn't help but imagine how they'd feel beneath my fingers. But would she get angry at me? Would she tell my parents? Then again, after what she did in my room that night… Screw it. I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached out and grabbed her bare flesh.

“You caught me, mother.” “Of course, I did!” There was silence and his mother was forced to turn around and face him. It was when he saw the questioning look on her face he decided to speak up.."I'm leaving for the mystic world tonight," he said finally. Before his mother could utter a word, a hoarse voice came into the background. “Don't tell me this is all you end up concluding on after the meeting yesterday, right?” Beta Craig threw his words aggressively as he stood in the doorway sending daggers from his eyes at his son.

The first weekend after the drama, I was still asleep when rustling sounds woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw Felix standing on his tiptoes by my vanity, acting suspicious. "Felix, what are you doing?" I asked. He jumped, startled, and whatever he was holding clattered to the floor. I looked closer. It was the barely-used set of ridiculously expensive skincare products I owned. "I… I wanted to make Mommy pretty," he said quietly, picking up the bottle.

My fingers were still numb as I opened the post again. The poster had updated it a minute ago. [Thanks to @LindaKnowsBest for the idea. I already did it. Now I'm waiting to see how my older daughter reacts.] The comments were tearing her apart. She ignored every one of them. I stared at the update, then laughed. Fine. If you wanted to play games, I could play too. *** My phone buzzed again. Another long voice message from Mom. "Kyla, did you see it? I've been through this before. Once a man cheats, he's trash. You need to think ahead!"