Mom Teaches Anal Novels & Stories

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.

“ you know what , I know that my mom might not be the best woman and she might have been so mad at me but right now I think that the only person that I want now is my mom , you should stay the fuck away from me , I don’t want anything that has got to do with you , you have ruinned my life enough , you have showed me so much pains that I never thought existed . I like you Trevor , I like you and I was ready to make it work with you , I was ready to make it work with you . I never did one day deny you my body , so why did you have to do what you did? I told you to stop , I cried , I pleaded , but what did you do instead you raped me , you took advantage of me . Anal sex isn’t something that I

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.

"I've had it with you! Do I look like a pushover, huh?" Unaccustomed to such humiliation, Mom struggled to her feet to teach the women a lesson. But her two fists were no match for so many opponents, and she was ultimately forced back to the floor. The women she had bullied over the years punched and kicked her while she lay there helpless, curled up on the floor, protecting her face as best as she could. She was acting just like I used to. For the first time, Mom was defeated by those women. The series of blows she had suffered left her on the brink of madness—more so than ever.

The painful wounds would fade in the sunlight, and even the scars would eventually bloom flowers. Mom, with you, I finally had a home.