Mother Naked At Home Novels & Stories

He frowned, but listened. I jerked the screen door opened, and walked into the house. Beer bottles littered the wooden coffee table that held cigarette ashes and old food containers. The stench of stall cigarettes and grim hung heavily in the air. Mother walked into the living room wearing fishnet panty hose, a long ACDC t-shirt and black leather boots. She waved her lit cigarette around in her hand. The orange coloring of her hair looked like a third grader tried to dye it. “Well, if it isn’t college boy. What do you want?”

he croaks, pushing her hand away. “Hello, Adonis.” My mother leans closer to my father, her smile warm albeit a little strained. Her dark hair is knotted in a bun, wisps falling around her oval-shaped face. At thirty-eight, she hardly has a wrinkle. Her skin is smooth, and her features are youthful, yet a permanent tiredness makes her seem older. “Are you well?” “Hello, Mama. I’ve never been better.” She picks up a tray. “I’ll make kare-kare tomorrow.”

We stay there for a long time and I only run two races to beat Oliver and rub it in his face that I'm the badass, dad and my father-in-law are adjusting one of the strollers and Donatella is with them asking about everything they do. Mom and my mother-in-law watch videos on YouTube, they both love it and follow some channels about recipes, fashion, and entertainment. Later we were all tired and decided to go home. “Tomorrow you’re going to sleep at home, grandma is going to paint your nails,” Mom says to Donatella.

Given the fact that my mum was in a serious near death experience twelve hours ago, she’s looking amazingly well. “Just typical, isn’t it?” She mutters as she grabs another peanut m&m. “Everyone in the real housewives has a hot tub and none of theirs houses burned down.” Dani just smiles and offers me an m&m. “No thank you,” I shake my head. “But then I suppose they had the real thing and wasn’t swimming around in a discarded birthing pool.”

Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings—long, straight, and impossibly alluring. She leaned one hand against the doorframe, her body curving with extreme seduction. I stared, dumbstruck. What in the world was going on? Arielle's mother spoke. "Neil, thanks for taking care of Arielle all this time. That silly girl is a handful—you must've had it hard." I waved my hands quickly. "Not at all, not at all." Then she stuck out her tongue and let out a breathy moan that sent a shiver straight through me.

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

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.

He walks into the living room, the familiar space suddenly transformed into a tribunal. His mother is already there, seated on the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face is pale, drawn, her eyes red-rimmed, as if she’s been crying. She avoids his gaze, staring fixedly at a point somewhere beyond his shoulder. She stays silent, her usual vibrant presence muted, almost invisible. Her silence is a heavy blanket, a testament to her distress, perhaps even her helplessness.

let alone her, nobody knows anything. "Toh chal hu dekhadu ane kav tamne vaat su che." Gritting her teeth the lady said while Akansha winced a little at the grip but tried freeing Myra first. ( Then come I'll show and explain what the matter is to you.) And before she could move further, her mother-in-law has successfully dragged them to the living where the television had been kept on with its volume blasting around the whole house. "AA JOH..... TU PAN JOH HAVE AAKHI DUNIYA AA PAN JOI LIDHU.." Her mother spoke pushing her towards the television while Myra scrunched her face.

I guess she’s been affected by the trauma differently. Looking back, things were traumatic growing up; it seems as if life is finally starting to get better for us as a family of women trying to endure. Mama’s career as an LPN is beginning to take off, keeping her out all day and night. This gave her little time to focus on Isa and her wild lifestyle, which Isa takes full advantage of.