Mrs Cartman Novels & Stories

Carter was being so patient with me, he really was the sweetest mate, he never rushed me, or made things on his advantage. I loved being treated like this but I miss his spunky acting when showing he cares about me, Carter wasn’t shy to demonstrate he loved me but being respectful also meant he wouldn’t do a trampoline move again which really did bum me out.

I say a little too fast. Nick looks at me as he contemplates the problem, then suddenly gets this stupid grin on his face like he's just remembered the code to get into Fort Knox. "Wait, my mom'll let me drive her car, it's all good." He lifts his hand for a high five. "Dude, she's making brisket tonight. You can stay if you want. I love brisket." I swear the boy has the attention span of a freaking June bug. "Oh, shit! I meant to tell you-Sarah was asking about you yesterday."

This station was her home base. "Who the hell are you? And why the hell should I care who your cousin is?" Jethro snarled. He seemed to have reserved a particular kind of hate for women with excessive make-up—this was something I realized. And this woman had just added being a Karen into his reasons to hate her. "My cousin’s the deputy director of this station! I can tell him to lock you up if I want to!" Jethro snickered. He was always the kind of guy that was one on top—always the king while others were little more than peasants.

Gwen retorts sharply. "How dare you disgrace us like that? Who do you think you are?" Mrs. Carter seethes. "Me? Someone who could ruin you at this very moment!" Mrs. Carter's eyebrows arch with a sly grin before her hand subtly moves with a hot spatula concealed behind her back. "Don't forget, I've been providing for you despite everything. You owe for everything, you insolent brat! Do you really think you can challenge me?" Before Gwen comprehends the situation, Mrs. Carter presses the searing spatula against her, causing a blistering sizzle that forces Gwen to scream. However, her eyes remain vacant, her heart too numbed to produce a sound.

Ashley spat furiously. Brandon immediately came and stood in front of his mother as a protector. "Watch your mouth young lady!!" Brandon said angrily. " AND WATCH THE SCREEN ASSHOLE!!" Ashley spat back at him and Brandon raised his eyes to the screen only to be crushed down. Mrs Westwood started screaming and asking them to turn the screen off. Every single person in the room was shocked and disgusted by Mrs Westwood. On the screen shows a video of Mrs Westwood having sex with two boys who even looked younger than her son Brandon.

* * * Carter Miller "Damn, that's hot," I groaned as Mrs. Taylor licked my cum off her sister's tits. "Mmm, sit on your sister's face, Mrs. Carmichael. I want to fuck that ass!" "Yes, yes, yes!" Mrs. Carmichael said, her sister suckling on her tits. "That sounds so hot!"

Growing exasperated, the employee replied, "Ms. Lucille, we cannot reveal any more information to you. If you still have any questions, please ask your lover, Mr. Lucas Yates." Lover. I was overwhelmed by embarrassment the instant I heard that term. I initially thought I was Lucas' lawfully wedded wife, yet it turned out that I was nothing but a mistress. The crowd erupted into whispers, and I heard someone say, "My goodness, she sure is stupid! Did she seriously believe the certificate that man gave her was real? She's nothing but a homewrecker!" I fled City Hall, feeling utterly devastated. Seven years of dating and three years of marriage… Was all of that just a blissful lie?

Just great. Mr. Popular and captain of the football team. Also, the guy who has tried to get in my panties ever since I grew tits. He’s gorgeous with his raven-colored hair, green eyes, and a thousand-watt smile. But his heart and soul make him ugly to the core. He is your typical “I’m better than everyone” jock. Someone I want to dick punch on the daily, and I know by the end of class he will be trying my patience, and a dick punch will be the least of his concerns. Mrs. Conners drones on at the front of the class, and I feel him touching my hair, so I gather it all in my hand and pull it over one shoulder to get it out of his reach.

Her throat closed as dread filled her, and her palms became cold with sweat. “Then why—?” whispered Lucy. Right then, the obnoxious man returned and handed Lucy her cup of coffee with a sardonic bow. “Lucy, have you met Mr. Roberts?” said Pamela in a strained voice. Carter put out his hand, but Lucy was too frozen to shake it. “Carter Roberts,” he said in that annoying drawl, his eyes sparkling with what looked like triumph. “Baseball player turned executive producer, at your service.” One-click My One and Only now!

The room remained silent while Warren explained what happened. Nobody interrupted. When he finished, Mrs. Carter finally spoke. "My grandson." The words came out barely above a whisper. "He was fourteen when everything started." She stared down at her hands. "He always ate more than everybody else." Silence. "My brain keeps forgetting he's gone." The room somehow became quieter. Mrs. Carter laughed once, A broken sound. "Every time I see extra food, I think about saving it." Nobody moved, Nobody spoke. The confession hurt because it felt human. Painfully human.