Mom Sent Me Nudes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Our pack’s pups were born with weakened wolf spirits. I paid for their treatment out of my own pocket, only for their mothers to drag me online.They accused me of using the free wolf treatment I provided for their pups to test serums on children from the contaminated zone, making poor families' pups bear the risk for Alpha pups. What they didn't know was that the pack was badly contaminated. Without treatment, those pups would die. To save their wolves, I brought in the best healers and used the best medication and treatment protocols. Care cost more than eight thousand dollars per pup every month, all of it out of my own pocket. Now the entire internet was accusing me of experimenting on pu

I peeked out to look. At the far end of the hallway, Uncle Nick Wilder was marching toward us with his good-for-nothing son, Anthony Wilder, in tow. Uncle Nick was nothing short of a parasite. Back when Mom was still earning a modest living at the factory, he'd borrowed money from her under every excuse imaginable and never paid a cent back. Later, when Dad was diagnosed with kidney failure, Mom had gone to Uncle Nick in desperation. She had even gotten down on her knees outside his house and begged, but he never opened the door. Instead, he cursed through the metal gate, calling Dad a good-for-nothing money pit.

It was one of her comfort potions whenever she had dysmenorrhea, or whenever she was stressed. "Mom, you do realize that I'm already a family man now, right?" Ira chuckled, yanking his mother's hand away from his face. "Please stop squeezing my cheek as if I'm still your five-year-old errand boy." "I know, I know," said Helena, tapping his jaw gently. "Nice to see you again, Miguel," his father greeted him, too. That was the latter's pet name for Ira. "Hey, dad. I'm sorry we came late for the family breakfast."

She was not in her usual happy mood. “Hey. Is there something troubling my little pumpkin?” To lighten the mood, I tickled her on both sides, and the house was filled with her giggles. “C-Can’t breathe, Mommy!” she exclaimed. “P-please,” she begged as her tears fell from her eyes. I stopped and sat next to her. “O-okay. I will stop now. So…can you tell Mommy the things you want now?” My phone beeped. Wiping both of my hands, I fished the phone out of my side pocket. Someone sent a message. Another unknown number. Nolan? Maybe he already knew I blocked his number and bought another SIM card.

Today was a Sunday. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Julian holding onto a large photo album. He acted casually, slipping through the door crack and sat on the couch. It was as if he had forgotten that he had called me to beg for his forgiveness the last time he was here. Julian flipped open the photo album and pulled me over. "Look, Mommy—this was when I was still in your tummy! And this was when I was just born! Aren't I cute? Grandma said I was the cutest baby in the entire hospital!"

I explained to her. My Mom seemed determined. “Then send him a rejection letter.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Mom, come on. Who’s ever heard of sending a rejection letter to break the mate bond? That’s not how it works.” She laughed too, covering her face. “Well, how do I know? I just want to see you happy, baby girl.” I reached over and squeezed her hand. “I know, Mom. And I love you for it. But right now, I just… I need to figure things out. I can’t give up on Theo yet.”

But Tara grabbed me, holding me back with surprising strength. “ You shouldn’t upset Aunt Margaret any further,” she said softly, feigning concern. Mom finished the call and lowered her phone with an air of triumph. Her gaze pierced me, full of smug satisfaction. “It’s done. The box has already been burned. When you chose to do wrong, you should’ve known the price you’d pay.” My arms fell limp at my sides as the fight drained out of me. In my mind, I could see the box engulfed in flames, its contents reduced to ash.

"A friendly reminder—do not stay inside a sauna room longer than you should. Just earlier today, a high school student who was supposed to take his SAT was found dead inside a sauna room. We express our condolences to his friends and family." Mom narrowed her eyes and looked more closely at the screen. The moment she recognized my mangled photo, her body stiffened. Her voice trembled as she stubbornly asked, "Andrew did this, didn't he? He paid the reporters to say this, right?" It was a national news broadcast. Of course, she knew it couldn't be fake. Still, she clung desperately to a sliver of hope that it had all been a prank. Larry couldn't help but sneer at Mom's reaction. "I don't unde

It was yellowed and had been sealed, but the glue dried over time, and the pictures slid out. They were black and white, and the first few were of my Mom, nude and posed coquettishly on the bed. They were all taken from the same point as if the camera were on a tripod. I gasped at the next one. It was Mom on the bed with Dad next to her. Both posed naked hands on each other's genitals. The following picture was of Dad with her nipple in his mouth and his hand on her other tit.

"Craig, I appreciate you were trying to do the right thing, but I just made it so you don't have to worry. So do me a favor and stop being nervous and start treating me the way you've been dreaming about." She slowly ran her tongue across her lips. "Like a slutty little cock tease that you're finally going to get a piece of." "Mom, can I see..." "Don't ask." She pointed to him. "I'm a dirty fucking whore who just gave her son a hand job. Let's hear all the nasty things my pictures made you think of doing." "Stop teasing and show me your fûcking tits." Craig spoke in a rush before he lost his nerve. "Yes sir." Mom whispered, flashing him a quick pout. She let the curtain go and cupping her ba