Novel & Cerita Mom X Daughter

“Come along, dear,” Mom says to Xander, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him.

Sasha moaned and made fists in her mother's hair. Watching a mother eat her daughter's freshly fucked cunt, knowing it was the daughter I'd made with her, knowing it was my cum she was tasting inside her, my body just forgot the fact that I'd cum minutes before. My cock stood straight out, pointed at the display in front of me.

When Arielle's mother saw me drop to my knees, she planted one foot on my face and the other right on my member. It was the ultimate temptation—pure heaven on earth. "You little brat. You're getting lucky. Most people never get this kind of service. If you hadn't looked after my daughter, you'd never enjoy something like this." I was still lost in that pleasure when she mentioned her daughter. My heart skipped a beat. What if we got caught? There was no time to worry about that now, because Arielle's mother had already stripped off every stitch of my clothes.

Rosa urged, pushing Xaval's back toward the door. "I'm sorry, my daughter was unfilial," Xaval said, hugging Rosa. As if understanding her daughter's worry, Ms. Rosa said: "Mom will have a way to deal with father. You can rest assured." The warm hand of a mother, rubbing her daughter's back. Xaval nodded in understanding. Then, decisively leave her mother's arms. …

Burning money, we didn't have. My mother began draping her hand over his wide-set shoulders, patting his back, trying to soothe down his temper. "Eaton, my dear. Rethink this, please? She is useful to us, she helps us with Evan." How, my own mother seemed so detached when speaking of her only daughter, did its best to sting. I was no more than a mistake now, in her eyes. Something that she did and unfortunately, now could never get rid of.

It was Xiomara and she’s being real with her feelings. “I don’t want to live with this fucker.” Xiomara gritted. The anger in her was very evident. “Xiomara, watch your mouth, woman.” Dad’s wife spoke hoping to tame her daughter but it did nothing but to raise the already existing tension in the room.

I replied and he gave me a soft kiss on my hand. "My mom was just as supportive and hardworking. She was working three jobs at a time after dad died and yet she still had time for us. It must've been the reason why she had a hard time battling cancer, she never had time to rest. I just wish I could've helped her more than I did." Alex said, whispering the last part as he gently traces the veins on my hand. "How about your mom? How come I never saw her yet?" He asked.

We were in Paris for the past two days. It was amazing, and the boys were having a lot of fun together. "Dad, why did you marry my mother?" Maddox mumbled, trying to reach for an ice-cream as we three sat on the table in a restaurant. "Your mother," Xavier whispered, bowing in Maddox’s ear, "completes me. She makes me laugh, forces me into doing the right thing, fights with me to do things her way, and you know what’s the best part? I actually listen to her. I end up doing whatever she says," Xavier’s eyes were at me, his beautiful hawk eyes digging holes in mine.

she whispered back, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "Dad missed you too. You made us whole again," the daughter continued, her voice filled with relief. "We've been waiting for this moment for so long. Although it's just been a day since you lost your consciousness, it feels like we have been waiting for five whole years!" Her mother smiled weakly, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "I'm sorry I worried you both," she said softly. "But I'm here now, and we'll make every moment count. Where is your dad?"