Novel & Cerita Perfect Mom Ass

She beamed at me from across the room, her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes at the sudden festivity. Valentine’s Day, a day to be reminded that romance could be a fairy tale for others but a tired story for me. The dream’s ghost whispered at the back of my mind, and I shoved it aside with a sigh. Emma pointed at the poster plastered near the bulletin board. It featured two clocks perfectly synchronized, below the tagline: The Perfect Lover. "Isn't it romantic?" Emma gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “If I could, I wish... well, maybe someday I’ll find someone like that.” She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movi

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

I have no idea what to expect, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to stop trying! I want to be perfect! I need to be! I want to put that Amber brat in her place, I want my parents to value me, I want aunt Gloria to eat her words about me back, I want Damien to love me as I love him, and more… I want to be a worldwide icon. I want to be perfect in every way. To make history. I must be acknowledged. I'm done living like this! I love my job. I'm a model, and I love what I do. But with a family like mine, especially with aunty Gloria around, you end up feeling like crap, and then you're not so sure if you even enjoy what you do anymore.

Instead, I stared at her defiantly and declared, "Give me three more days. I'll become the perfect daughter you've always wanted." This time, it was my turn to walk away without looking back. Back at the academy, I pushed through the discomfort and memorized every line of the handbook until I knew it by heart. … Three days before the end, I scored a perfect grade on the latest exam. Mom texted me to say she was proud of me and promised that once the program was over, she'd take me abroad for vacation. I didn't believe her. Besides, I was running out of time. With two days left, I gave a speech at the ceremony as the program's top student.

Caught off guard by his cold-heartedness, Emily stumbled backward over a chair and fell onto the couch. “Ivan, how can you treat me this way...” she cried out, “I am the mother of your children, a woman you've been with! I've borne you two sons; how can you be so heartless? All I want is for our kids to rightfully call me 'mommy'. Is that so wrong?” Ivan slipped off his suit jacket—the scent of perfume was overwhelming, and the woman’s tears had made him terribly uncomfortable. He tossed the jacket straight into the trash bin with a sneer on his face, “I know exactly what you want.”

“You do know that you are not supposed to outshine the celebrants.” I teased Stella as she entered my car. Her lace material fitted her shape to perfection and at the same time it wasn’t too much. Her face had minimal make up but still highlighted her soft features, I already felt proud that she was going to be on my arm today. “Shut up” She turned her head away from me embarrassed. “Honestly though, I think my mother will not be too angry since you will be on the arm of her son. You are beautiful.”

As I entered mom's room, smoke filled everywhere, and I saw my mom in a drunken state, puffing out smoke with a wine glass in her hand and I wondered what happened this time again. I walked closer to her and took her hand, then had a seat beside her. "My son is finally here!" She dropped the wine glass and then cupee my face with her two hands, a cigarette between her index finger, while the smoke keeps puffing in my nose. "Hmm, look at my beautiful, handsome boy, he is just so perfect, and every lady's dream. I'm really lucky to have you." With a smile all over her face, she looks cute in her drunken state, but I could still sense she's still in her right mind but just in a sober mood.

My parents immediately chimed in, "That's right, it must be fake! We've lived with Claire for so many years. We know her character. She loves Louis; she'd never hit him! This video has to be forged!" The judge stated that evidence verified by the court was completely authentic and could not be forged. "Well, even if it's real, maybe Claire's been paralyzed so long that she had a mental breakdown." I let out a bitter laugh. My family was really going all out for Claire. However, Claire suddenly widened her eyes and pointed at the woman assaulting me on screen, shouting, "Honey, I know who that person is now! It's not me!"

I think that is how it should be, for everyone. "Ariana, didn't you say he bullied you at school a lot?" Mom asked, shrieking with excitement. The turn out of events was shocking and impressive. I could see she was trying to take it all in. You need to see my mom's face whenever she's smiling and really happy; It's something that could make anyone go weak on their knees. It was so beautiful you'd wanna cry. Mom, my mom is a treasure. Beautiful in everything. If there was an afterlife, I wouldn't choose someone else to be my mother.. She was bright faced, she oozed loveliness and loveliness. If she was not perfect, then she was near perfect. Mom's only twenty five. She had a lot of future bef

"Not bad for an old lady." "You are so beautiful, Mom." "Thank you, Carl." She said as spread her trim legs, giving me a total view of her. That night I didn't see much, now she was all there. Mom doesn't shave or trim, like Ashley. She's blonde and it's real cute, all tawny and furry. I could see her pussy, the lips big and wet. Fukin' A, man. I reached for my shorts, Mom put her hand on mine, stopping me and touching my bulge.