Novel & Cerita Mom Shakes Ass For Son

“I said she’s my mate! Are you really that disgusting that you don’t have any care for what I just said? Would you really like to mate with your son’s very own mate? Are you really that vile and repulsive and obnoxious that you’d throw away everything I just said?” “Watch your tongue! I am still your father and the head alpha of this pack! Don’t forget what happened years ago because I won’t hesitate to teach you some goddamn manners since your mother was too much of a wimp and died without teaching you some.” It felt like a punch in my guts as soon as those words left his lips.

Howard's voice twisted with shock and fury, rising so high it nearly cracked. "Vanessa, you! Not only did you cut off Mom's allowance, but you stopped paying my mortgage, too?" His outburst hit the crowd like a stone dropped into still water. The looks of sympathy that had been directed at Mom and contempt at me shifted instantly into shock, then curiosity. Howard seemed to forget where he was, forgetting the "dutiful son" image he had just crafted. He rushed up to me, his finger practically jabbing my face, trembling with rage.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

He deserved to work himself to death! Mom's last sentence hit me like an arrow piercing straight through my chest. Tears streaming down my face, I pointed at Winston and yelled, "All he has to do is flirt with you a little, and you throw yourself at him like a desperate dog in heat. I hope Dad comes back as a ghost and drags both of you to hell!" Mom delivered the second slap of my grown-up life. This time, it landed with a harder force than before. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, and Mom was so mad that veins on her forehead bulged.

My father tried to hold down my mother using brute force, but she suddenly exploded with strength as she resisted violently. Joe tried to help my father hold my mother down, but he held back in fear of hurting my mother. All he could do was cry desperately, "I'm begging you, Mom! Give the key to Dad!" Just as my father was about to take control over the situation, my mother suddenly screamed like a madwoman and managed to free one hand to take out the key from her pocket.

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

"Kyla! Don't get too upset. Just divorce him and let your sister—" Her words cut off the second she saw the spiky-haired guy on the couch. Then her eyes landed on Bruce, fully dressed and calmly holding the baby. She froze. Pointing at the guy, Mom yelled, "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" The guy was still yanking up his pants. "She's the one who called me over." "That's a lie!" Zoey screamed. "I didn't!" Mom completely lost it. "Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!"

"What did that guy do to her?" "What didn't he do, damn it? But love just makes you an idiot, that's all I can say. Although, with the woman he got, I'm surprised she didn't kill him sooner. I'll just tell you it's very similar to what happened with your parents; the mafia guy ended up being tamed by a petite woman." He starts laughing, and my laughter joins his because I know it's true; my mother, despite being so short, can silence my father with just a glance.