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Isabella hesitated, then continued, "Actually... I don't mind if you start over. Neither does Matteo. We're grown up now, you don't have to hold onto Mom's memory forever." She looked at her father pointedly. "Even if it's with a... young, or even a special woman." Dante took a sip of his whiskey. "Don't overthink things. Go to bed." "Goodnight, Papa." Isabella stood up, kissed him on the cheek, and went upstairs. Dante sat alone in the dim living room, his mind replaying the image of Juliana at dinner, the way that damn short skirt clung to her legs. And the mark on her neck, a brand that sent a hot, possessive fury through him.

she said and sniffed. Maybe at this rate, he would reason with her and let her go. He stopped smoking and looked at her with a sullen eyes. " You're asking me to undress you?" He asked while she looked at him with eyes full of pity. It did not seem like he was buying all that. " My mother is not what you think. Those rumors are not true. You misunderstood her! How can you not understand that fact?" She mustered with boldness even though she was so scared.

Judy’s POV Gavin’s mother lived in a manor on the other side of the pack; it was a smaller manor, but it was perfect for just one woman and her staff members to live there. Chester would speak about this home on occasions because sometimes he would be sent there to work in the kitchen when her head chef fell ill. He would say that despite Donna Landry’s age, she still takes lovers like she were in her youth. She typically sticks with young men and often flirts with Chester as well, though he declines her advances. Even more so now that he’s mated to my best friend.

fell in broad daylight. Lady Choi was swept by an impulse to throw open the door right this instant, charge in. Push away her copulating daughter, lie down in that spot herself, take The Beast's brutal heavy girth into her mouth to suck in oral devotion, and shove it as if to tear her own delicate folds. Yet, the last remaining paltry reason as the Grand Matriarch of the maternal estate, and as a mother, clamped onto her ankles like shackles.

“It was so hot. I gave him head in the back of his limo afterwards.” “Mama,” I gasped out, not really wanting to hear the rest of this story. “Yeah, there is just something so hot about when a mate gets all possessive,” Aunt Janet giggled. “But burning a man alive is next level crazy,” Aunt Janet ended decisively. She shrugged. “I guess if you’re into that, then you do you.” She raised her mug of coffee towards me in a mock toast. “Who am I to judge? My mate and I are into the whole daddy dom/ little girl kink.”

I watched a few scenes when I started getting an erection. Grandma was surely asleep by now, so I figured it was safe. I grabbed the box of tissues from the nightstand, pulled down my shorts and started rubbing one out. The scene I was watching was an older woman and young man. You know the kind I'm talking about. They usually have tags like, 'Mother and (Not Her Son)'. I had always had a thing for older women. The so-called Mother was hot. A redhead with natural tits and a shaved pussy, riding (Not Her Son's) huge cock. I don't know why they have to stipulate that it's not her son. It's always obvious that there's probably not more than 10 years difference in their ages. But it was still ho

“Well, fuck. You’re right.” A smile curled my lips. “What do I need to know about our mother-in-law?” “Only that she’s very intuitive and about the best person you’ll ever meet.” Mia lowered her voice. “A hell of a lot better than Catalina and Camila’s mother-in-law, and I even love my mom.”

Mary’s slightly accusatory voice came from outside. Hearing her tone, I looked at the door with pure disdain. I didn’t care that she was my mother-in-law anymore. "Mom, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but some things just need to be said. Heaven’s watching. You’re old enough to know better—why are you still messing around with that Black man?" Her face turned pale and then flushed red. Under my stare, she stammered, "Veronica, are you sure you’re not misunderstanding something?"

her voice brimming with frustration finally chimed in. “It’s not,” I replied, hundred percent ready for us to align as my smirk dimmed with another thought hitting me strong and uncomfortable. “I think she’s trying to get our attention.” “Why would she do that?” With narrowed eyes my mother wore intense suspicion like makeup proudly plastered across every wrinkle carved deep into her face hinting at lines developed over years.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.