Mom Walks Around In Panties Novels & Stories

However, none of that seemed to affect my mother now as she continued to scan through my array of dresses for something suitable to wear. However, when she finally held out a dress that she thought was ‘fit’ for the occasion…my jaw all but dropped to the ground. "Mom!" I exclaimed in horror. "I’m not wearing that white dress! For the thousandth time…I’m going to work as a babysitter! Not get married!” “Oh, don’t be dramatic!” She had the audacity to roll her eyes at me before she went back to looking at more options while I shifted from one foot to another, looking at her search through my closet impatiently.

"Hey, Vanessa! You really didn't have to bring the clothes up yourself." As Selena spoke, she hugged the jackets to her chest and stood in the doorway, clearly blocking me from entering. I glanced inside. Mom was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a thin sweater. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead from the heat. Alex was barefoot in the living room, playing with building blocks. Under the warm yellow lights, it was a cozy, harmonious scene.

My dad asked. “Yeah. The conference meeting is tomorrow. Will you be there?” I inquired. “I'll have to check my schedule, I'm pretty busy this week.” He finished. I found my mum leaning against the wall, outside the kitchen. She had an apron on, and she seemed to be sweating despite the weather. “You've been overused?” I passed by her to drop the groceries in the kitchen. “I look terrible, don't I? Be sincere.” She was saying to my dad.

With that, I pushed myself upright and shoved aside the cabinet I'd been slumped against, exposing what it had been hiding. The moment the door swung open, the calm vanished from Mom's face. She shot to her feet, and her eyes were blazing. "You bitch! How dare you!"

Was it not normal for me to have women’s undergarments? Right then, Susan trembled as she said, “Mom, I’m scared. This isn’t the first time he’s done this!” At this point, Mom was also convinced. She looked at me with disappointment. “Reese, you’ve disappointed me. Just leave and never come back again! “You’re not our son!”

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

He adjusted her disheveled dress with a demeaning slowness. "Now, go back downstairs," Xavier whispered coldly, appearing completely unshaken after what they had done. "Go to your husband. Let him smell my scent on your skin. Remember, Elara... every time he touches you, remember who made you tremble tonight. And this was just the warm-up, Mommy. The nights to come will be very long for us." Elara climbed down from the desk, her legs still shaking. She smoothed her hair, trying to gather the fragments of a dignity that had been shattered into dust.

Then, I turned around to face them and calmly said, "I've finished the persimmons. That means I can leave now, right?" A complex look appeared in everyone's eyes at once. They never expected that someone who had once been so docile and obedient would suddenly become so stubborn and determined this time. Mom then fell to the ground with a loud wail and began to sob.

The building had been demolished and rebuilt into a grand and prosperous shopping center. My mother was bent over on the clean tiles of the shopping mall like a dog, madly scratching the surface of the ground, and she attracted the attention of passersby who pointed at her and laughed. She dug so hard that her fingers started bleeding, but she refused to stop and started wailing, "My key! I dropped my key! Janine is still down there! Let her out! I'm an expert! Let her out, I was wrong!"

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.