روايات وقصص ضمن Mother Naked At Home

Maton had comforted her. Mrs. Maton scolded her two sons angrily, “They say it’s hard to keep a woman at home, but it seems that the two of you cannot be kept at home at all. You’re actually thinking of giving all your wealth to your woman. The two of you are really…”

she mentioned. " we'll decide and let you know". I said. " Okay, three black coffees coming right up". she said leaving to get our orders. Mason and I looked at Michael, he's attention completely on the lady as she disappeared into the kitchen. " You know, it's rude to stare at a home like a creep". I said, my smirk growing into a full blown laughter. " She's gorgeous". Mason said trying to irritate Micheal who passes him with a glare.

The moment Mom accepted the Instagram follow request, I tapped straight into her profile. Her latest post featured a photo in a massive living room, where sprawling floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the gorgeous, neon glow of the city skyline. In front of her sat a table overflowing with seafood. The caption read, "Got the dividends from my investment project today. Time to treat myself." To pay off the non-existent debt she had fabricated out of thin air, I had spent the last three years making meals out of stale white bread smeared with a bit of peanut butter.

Relatives kept praising her for raising a daughter who studied overseas. Nobody mentioned I was the one paying for it. When I was three months pregnant, Mom stayed at the Brighton estate for a week. Those seven days were a nightmare. One time, Bruce poured me a glass of water, and Mom immediately sneered. "Look at you. You're pregnant, not disabled. Acting like a princess already? You can't even pour your own water?" After meals, I cleaned the dishes while she sat nearby eating snacks. "Wow. Now you know how to work hard? Where was this before?"

Could it be that her mom really was trapped inside the factory? Maximus, however, held up his phone and said innocently, “But Susan sent me a video half an hour ago. She said she was out of town on vacation. She told me to take good care of you.”

Unlike the bitter wind and cold rain in the city, the free port thousands of miles away was enjoying a warm spring. In a private estate hidden in the mountains, a heart monitor beeped rhythmically. Gianna had a very long dream. The dream was an endless night. Bulldozers roared toward her, barbed whips fell again and again on her back, and there was Matteo's tenderness as he bent down to fasten a necklace around a dog's neck. "Don't tear down Grandma's house... it hurts..."

Morano's bar. I sighed deeply. My Dad's bar. What if she had been caught by one of Luke's minions? I dialed her number again but she didn't pick up. It seemed switched off. Then I saw an underdressed lady in her nightgown and a coat, walking down alone in a cold night. She was bumping into things and I had to help her up. "You should be at home." She seemed really depressed and probably lost in thought. "I don't want to go home."

She mutters. The soft clink of weights comes from the home gym upstairs and my heart skips. Weak nails? Please. The only thing weak right now is my patience and it’s hanging by a thread. I can already picture his sweaty hands gripping my hips, me straddling him on the weight bench while the barbell still shakes above our heads… and if she doesn’t leave soon I might just make it happen anyways. “Maybe I should just stay home,” Mom says, eyeing her nails like they’re about to snap off.

“I can’t. Not tonight.” Morwenna Lancaster plucks out the white dress. “Let your hair down like he likes it…” She goes on like I never spoke. It’s always like this. My words unheard, my pleas ignored. Standing my ground means entertaining more men at night than usual, only the worst of the horde. I swallow the bile crawling up my throat. “Mother…I don’t feel well.”

He spoke fluent English, calling out to Mary as soon as they entered the house, "Ms. Mary, I’ll make you feel good." Mary, with her chest pushed forward and a wrinkled smile on her face, eagerly led him straight to her bedroom. My heart raced, and I quickly hid in the bathroom. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen—why would my mother-in-law, who’s over fifty, bring a Black man home like this? Did Charles Hunter, my father-in-law, know about this?! I tiptoed to the door, and the sounds coming from inside made my face flush with embarrassment.