Mom Sent Me Nudes Novels & Stories

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now. But they don't know how it feels to go to a club with your mom, watch the woman who gave birth to you get hinted on by a couple of guys twice younger than her. It sucks and it's so embarrassing. "Okay enough of that baby cakes, How is your dating life right now."

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! 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!”

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.

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"

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!"