Novel & Cerita Mom Shakes Ass For Son

Mom acted as if she hadn't heard Grayson. "Why is this so difficult to sever?" She jumped up and stomped on Grayson's fractured bone, trying to break his lower leg with her body weight. After two heavy lunges, it finally separated completely. Veins bulged across Grayson's strained body. Unable to withstand the pain any longer, he lost consciousness. … Mom revived Grayson. Grayson spoke through clenched teeth. "You bitch! If you don't kill me now, I'll murder you one day. I'll make sure you die even more miserably than that whore Beatrice!"

“That bitch? Cassian, you felt bad for her? Are you kidding me?” She moved toward me in a blind rage. “I should’ve finished you when I had the chance—” Cassian grabbed her by the arm and yanked her back. “Enough!” His voice was thunder. “You stupid, stupid girl,” he growled. “That woman—” he shoved her back, “—is my mother.” Lila stumbled. “What? Your… your mother?” “Do you need a fucking translator? Yes. My. Mother.” He shoved her again—this time, she landed on the floor.

"It's all your fault! If you hadn't been guzzling soda every single day, would Helena have died? And you still have the nerve to even mention her name!" Irwin's face went pale. His lips trembled, but not a single word came out. Dad stood at the door, watching Mom deceive herself. Yet, there wasn't a trace of pity in his eyes. "You're not grieving. You just can't face the fact that you killed her," he said icily. Mom shuddered violently, gripping my hand so tightly that her nails dug deep into the back of it. But I could no longer feel the pain. Like a madwoman, Mom drove everyone out and locked the door from the inside.

I was about to speak and explain, but Grandma Emilia slapped me hard. "Shame on you, Alice! I never thought you would do this to yourself! I raised you properly, but what have you done? You got drunk and had intimate contact with a man who is not your husband!" Grandma Emilia angrily exclaimed, gasping for breath, while looking at my friend who was still asleep, and at the empty tequila bottle and two glasses on the center table.

“Jeremy, who’s the one making a scene here? While I was away on business, you brought your little fling into our home and had our son call her ‘Mom’! And now you want me to just let it slide? Dream on!” Taking a deep breath, I tried to keep my emotions in check before delivering the final blow. “Jeremy, we’re done. Let’s get divorced.” Dan immediately started sobbing. “Mom! Mom! You can’t leave me and Dad!” He wailed, “Auntie Shannon said if I called her ‘Mom’ when she picked me up from school, she’d buy me my favorite toys! Wahhh!” Shannon looked pitifully at Jeremy. “Jeremy, it’s not what you think… I just wanted Dan to feel like he had a mother since he’s been missing his real one for so

"So why don't you get it?" My heart skipped. How the hell was I supposed to answer that? I was just about to dodge it with the whole acting excuse when my phone buzzed with a new text. [Ms. Shay, you've done well. However... remember your place. My son is not someone you should be coveting.]

and "Mom." "My mom is so good to me. She encourages my art and never pressures me. She takes me on trips and walks all the time. Most of the paintings in this exhibition are about my mom." My son flashed a bright, innocent grin, clinging to the woman's hand with complete trust. At home, he'd never once smiled at me like that. All I ever got was cold indifference and impatience. I'd thought it was because Luke was half-vampire, half-human---that the pressure of being different made him act that way toward me.

"Mommy! Sit with me." I dragged Sebastian with me and sat beside Kelly. "Son," the woman said. I was right. She was the mother of Sebastian. Sebastian nodded curtly and when we sat down, he pulled his hands away. Not looking good at all. There was already a high wall created by my dear husband. From the looks at it, it seemed like the woman wanted to break that wall, but did not know how. I must do something to fix this. "Good morning, Mom," I greeted.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m