Mom Son Incest Story の小説・ストーリー

She was indirectly admitting that the scandalous photos from five years ago were real. In other words, she had indeed slept with that wild man... Ivan felt an inexplicable anger. But upon further thought, he realized it was not surprising. If a woman hadn't slept with a man, how could she have given birth to a daughter! He was going crazy! He allowed himself to be influenced by such a disgraceful woman. At this moment, the rumors in the banquet hall finally quieted down. Haley breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't care about these words, she couldn't withstand being surrounded by so many people.

How could she be the long-lost sister of an influential man from the capital? "Scumbag Daddy bribed that woman's parents and fabricated a lie that she was adopted when she was a child, all for today! Her greedy parents have been silenced by money!" The child's voice echoed in my mind again, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Three days ago, Jack brought the news that my husband, Steve Landale, had died in an accident on a business trip abroad. I was heartbroken. I would force myself to eat during the day for the sake of my child.

"Caleb isn't 15 anymore. He's 35 and perfectly capable of deciding who he wants to love and date. What gives you the right to interfere in our lives?" Then, she drawled a long, knowing "oh" and continued, " I get it now, you pervert. Your wife can't move or satisfy your needs, so now you're eyeing my body, aren't you? You wanted to keep Caleb away from me so you could crawl into my bed, right? "I let it slide when you secretly stole my underwear, you absolute monster! If you didn't want your son carrying on the family line, why did you bother having him in the first place? You might as well keep your pants zipped!"

I pressed my thighs together, biting my lip at the soreness there, a delicious, throbbing reminder of how hard he’d fucked me. I was in way too deep. This had started months ago, a forbidden spark that neither of us could put out. Marcus was everything my mom wasn’t, strong, attentive, exciting. He looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. When Mom was away on her business trips, which happened more and more lately, we gave in completely. Stolen kisses in the hallway turned into frantic fucks in my bedroom, the shower, even the kitchen once when we couldn’t make it upstairs. I knew it was wrong. She was my mother. He was twice my age. But every time I told myself it would be the l

"Are you really my Son Julia or you were exchanged at birth? What sin have I committed in my previous life to have given birth to a son like you! May the spirit of Buddha forgive me for my sins and not judge me by having a son like you…" Carol Li was sobbing. Monica saw Carol Li's condition and became speechless. She felt pity at the woman and her words clearly shows she disapproved of what her son did. " Are you ok mother?" Theresa Mo asked. She immediately regretted asking. How can she be ok with her present look, words and sob. " How can I be ok when I am jinxed with a son like Julia?" Carol Li answered between sobs. Theresa Mo sat beside her and held her head close to her chest resting i

“I only told my mother that I wished Victoria’s mom would just die. I had no idea she would actually go through with it!” At that exact moment, the truth clicked perfectly into place. It had been that woman all along. To marry my father, she had murdered my mother, and then she had kicked me out of my own home. I laid out my entire theory to the detectives, begging them to investigate the old case and uncover the absolute truth. Just then, Edmund walked over to me. “Victoria, please rest assured. Whether it’s your mother’s accident or my mother’s crash, I will see to it that everything is fully investigated. I will make that vicious mother and daughter pay a devastating price.”

Every vampire conversation around us cut off mid-sentence. Lucien's face transformed. Rebecca retreated a step. "Lucien..." she whispered his name, her eyes brimming with tears. The lawyer's voice was cool and precise. "According to the Elder Council's investigation, Lucien Valerius maintained an extramarital intimate relationship with Rebecca Aurelian throughout the duration of his marriage, cohabiting publicly in a familial arrangement and jointly engaging in the unauthorized co-parenting of a minor hybrid heir." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Only a few familiar faces---friends of Lucien's who'd known all along---exchanged glances and quietly slipped away.

Mom was ultimately taken away. As the primary responsible party, she was charged with domestic abuse and negligent homicide. My case set off a massive storm online, with trending article headlines like "Supermodel Kills Her Own Daughter", "Pseudoscience Weight Loss Kills", and "Hell's Empty Because the Devils Are Here on Earth". The topic was hot for three whole days. Everything from Mom's time as a supermodel was dug up and exposed, down to the smallest scandal. Inside the detention center, Mom lost her mind. She refused to eat and was convinced a red-light monitor was still strapped to her wrist. Every time she opened her mouth to eat, she heard alarms blaring in her ears.

Apparently, Mom's bribes had been quite effective. Grayson walked up to Mom and collapsed onto his knees with a heavy thud, weeping uncontrollably. "Mom, thank you for being willing to forgive me." Mom's eyes grew misty as she hurried to pull him up. "Let's not talk about that. It's all in the past." Grayson refused to stand. "Mom, believe me. I really didn't mean it. It was because Beatrice cheated that I… I just lost control." Mom said, "My dear, I believe you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have testified for you. It doesn't matter if Beatrice is dead. It's her own fault for being unfaithful. If you hadn't killed her after she cheated, you wouldn't be a real man."

Chicago looked cold and gray below me, and I owned every inch of it. I was the monster parents warned their kids about. But standing there, I felt like that fifteen-year-old kid again—hands shaking, holding a cold gun I never wanted to touch. I pulled at my tie. It felt like a noose. Marcus was locked in a hole beneath my house with damaged knees, but it didn't matter. He had pulled the pin on a grenade and rolled it right into my marriage. If Giselle found out... My chest tightened until it actually hurt. If she knew I was the one who made her an orphan—the one who put her father in the ground—the peace we had finally found wouldn't just break.