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I think if I study his notes I may be able to understand these experiments. I put the next disc in the computer, just as I hear mom getting up from her nap. She goes into the bathroom and I decide to just take a peek at the pictures before she comes downstairs. What a fucking shock when I open the first picture and I'm staring at a naked picture of my mom. She's sitting on uncle Harry's bed in the exact same position as Nicole. Shit, I can't believe uncle Harry would do this to my mom. She has a nice body and I can't help but stare at her, as my cock gets harder. Her medium sized tits are about halfway between the size of Nicole's teen tits and the woman on the first disc's large ones. A tan

You don't want your mom catching her little daughter sexting and fingering herself because of her bad stepson. I hesitantly walked to the door and locked it with the latch. Returning to my phone, I replied: Locked. Jayden: Good. Now, get naked for me, baby. I'm naked for you right now. See? *sends full nude pic grabbing his huge cock* Fuck! What was Jayden doing to me? I didn't even realize I was drooling. His body, from head to toe, was something to die for. Yvonne must be lucky. After staring at the picture for what felt like forever, I finally took off my clothes.

I think if I study his notes I may be able to understand these experiments. I put the next disc in the computer, just as I hear mom getting up from her nap. She goes into the bathroom and I decide to just take a peek at the pictures before she comes downstairs. What a fucking shock when I open the first picture and I'm staring at a naked picture of my mom. She's sitting on uncle Harry's bed in the exact same position as Nicole. Shit, I can't believe uncle Harry would do this to my mom. She has a nice body and I can't help but stare at her, as my cock gets harder. Her medium sized tits are about halfway between the size of Nicole's teen tits and the woman on the first disc's large ones. A tan

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.

I guess my Mom has some good news for me this morning for her to have decided to come into my room this morning. “Mom, I am coming” I answered strolling out of the bathroom with my half-body-sized towel wrapped around me. I was shocked to see Ava staring and smiling in front of me. I quickly tried to pull down my towel more to cover my nude, shying. Since I became 16 my Mom has always warned me of never letting anyone see my nakedness whether male or female. She said that it is only meant for my mate. “Aren't we past that now, Ava?” She smirks, gazing at my body.

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.