Mother Naked At Home の小説・ストーリー

Instead, my hand pushed the apartment door open the rest of the way, my sneakers silent on the hardwood floor. There they were. On the couch where we’d shared takeout and lazy kisses just two nights ago, my own mother was riding Nathan reverse cowgirl, her back arched like a p**n star, thick auburn hair spilling down her spine. H er skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist, panties dangling from one ankle like a cheap trophy. Nathan’s jeans were shoved down only to his thighs, belt still buckled. His hands gripped her hips so hard I could already see bruises forming as he slammed her down onto his cock again and again.

She sat beside Jennifer. She looked at the garden. The four of us in the Sunday kitchen. Not the strained configuration. Not the managed configuration. Something new — the specific quality of a household that had been through something large and had come out the other side into a new shape of itself, still adjusting to the new shape, finding where things went in it. “Good morning,” my mother said. To the room. “Morning,” I said. “Morning,” Jennifer said. “Morning,” Dominic said. My mother looked at the garden.

Mom jabbed a finger at Shawn and hissed, "Shawn Zink, our dear Jennifer treated your family with utmost sincerity after marrying you! Be it jewelry or supplements, everything she ever bought has always been the very best! "Yet, what did she get in return? Your mother held a grudge against her for not paying for the Christmas dinner and instructed men to beat her to death! "As her husband, not only did you not protect her, but you're even siding with your mother! And you dare call yourself a man? You expect us to forgive your family? Absolutely not!" Dad fished out his phone and called his lawyer, his tone icy and firm as he ordered, "Mr. Lawson, I need you to help me handle three matters.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

Sunlight streamed through high windows, illuminating motes of dancing dust. “Watch closely, mija,” he said, his voice a warm rumble. “This is magic.” He threaded a film canister onto the projector. The clicking and whirring grew louder. A beam of light shot out, cutting through the dark, and a grainy, black-and-white image flickered to life on a whitewashed wall. It was a home movie. A woman with dark, curling hair—my mother—was laughing, dancing in a garden, holding a baby—me—in her arms.

She always talked back, and always pushed too far… but she made me feel something real. I looked at my reflection in the glass, my eyes were darker now, and tired, everything felt heavier without her here. Ronald stepped forward. “We need a strategy.” “I know,” I said. “We’re going to war but not like fools.” He nodded. “Good.” We were about to leave the room when another knock came, softer this time and a maid peeked in, her face pale. “I’m sorry, Alpha,” she said in a trembling voice. “It’s your mother. The Luna, her condition is getting worse.”

When Brady did not respond, she continued, "Poor Neenee! Honey's not at home, and now Bubba won't take Neenee out to dinner. Neenee's going to be so hungry…" Watching a 60-year-old overweight woman with a thick layer of powder on her face and bright red lipstick whining to her son was beyond cringeworthy. I looked away, fearing I might throw up if I watched any longer. Having no other option, Brady turned to me with a hint of pleading in his eyes. "Eloise, maybe we should take Mom with us?" I said nothing and climbed into the back seat. Of course I had to let her come. Without her, the show tonight would not be complete!

Noah I pushed open the door to my mother's house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The familiar scent of home, a blend of lavender and freshly baked cookies, greeted me as I stepped inside. I could hear the soft hum of the television from the living room, where Mom was undoubtedly watching one of her favorite shows. I kicked off my shoes, my feet aching from the long day, and made my way to the couch. As I slumped onto it, the cushions enveloped me in a comforting embrace, but even their softness couldn't ease the tension knotted in my muscles.

I don't care if I had used up the required off days that Chase had given me or if I had not. I sat on the chair at the living room. The soft material caressed my skin. I groaned in comfort before switching to a tv channel that I liked. My mother came down from the upper floor. She was a freelance content creator and blogger so she stays at home frequently. She was the person a visitor would have a higher chance of seeing whenever the visitor comes to our house. She liked traveling or strolling once in a while. She was holding a laptop with one hand. Her other hand was typing swiftly on the keyboard.

I cover the phone as I suck in a breath. “Yeah,” I manage. “I’d love to see them too. Missing Nathan and Freya’s handfasting sucked—but thanks for livestreaming it for me.” “We missed you too, Ryder. But with the way things are…” He trails off. He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. “How’s Mama? And you? You two keeping busy now that you’re not Luna and Lune anymore?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Mama’s volunteering at the preschool. That she-wolf wants some grandpups bad.” Dad laughs. “And I’m busy at the garage. Wyatt’s thinking of selling it.”