Sally Face Mom Novels & Stories

I wished they knew that I wasn't in the mood for all these formalities. "Where is Sally?" I asked her mom after exchanging greetings with her. I brows furrowed immediately when I asked the question. "I mean, is she here?" I quicky corrected. "Oh!" She shook her head. "Sally is not here." My heart sank into my stomach. "She's not..." I paused and stared at Sally's mom, who was now staring at me eagerly. Her brows were furrowed in worry, confusion, and eagerness. "Is there a problem?" She asked me.

"What a coincidence! Where's the payment record? The screenshot or the receipt. Show it to me!" I stared at Selena, pressing harder. Selena froze, panic flashing in her eyes as she glanced at Mom. She stammered, "I-I can't find it under such short notice…" William stood firmly behind me, his voice low and steady. "Can't find it? Or does it even exist at all?" The room fell into dead silence. With the lie exposed, Mom's face shifted between pale and flushed.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

The moment Stellan turned and saw our mother lying unconscious beside me, all the color drained from his face. "Mom! Mom, wake up! What happened to you? Who did this?!" He clutched her in his arms, his voice trembling, eyes wide with panic. Behind him, Evelyn and the two store employees finally realized what was happening. Their faces went pale as paper, fear written all over them. …

"My son is truly sharp! He takes right after me when it comes to women he has excellent taste." Henry just shook his head, chuckling softly. Then, Mathilda turned her attention back to me. "Ma'am Solana... I honestly thought you were Henry's sister." "Why is that?" Freddie looked at her. "Because Henry's mom looks so young." Freddie laughed out loud. "Solana is his stepmom." After saying that, he looked at me with immense pride. "My wife is indeed still very young. She's still studying." I offered a faint smile. But before I could even say a word, Freddie laughed again.

I call too, moving away from Aunt May to get closer to her. She looks… different. Not the snappy, sharp-eyed Sally I knew—like she's broken. “Sally? Are you okay?” I have to ask, watching her as she climbs down the last step. Then she lifts her head, and that's when I notice the bruise on her face. I gasp. “Sally! Who did this to you!” I'm in front of her at once, my hands cupping her face as I check the bruise properly. It's purple and fresh, like it happened a day ago.

Since they've chosen to stop fucking until their wedding night, they decided it would be best if he didn't stay at her parent's house with her. "Yeah. It's great," Chris says. "And Aunt Sally is looking better ever day," he laughs, squeezing her ass. Aunt Sally actually is looking good. She's Sylvia's mom's younger sister, probably in her mid-thirties, single, with a great ass and a nice pair of tits. He caught a glimpse of her in her nightgown as he passed her door last night. The door was ajar and she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. The outline of her breasts through the sheer nightgown made his cock spring to life. It hadn't occurred to him at the time, but on reflection he

"You're a beautiful woman, Sally." Sally blushed again, remembering licking Rachel's pussy, under Lenny's direction of course. "So shall we go round and see him then, just to see if it might be him?" Rachel suggested. "Oh, I don't know. This is so embarrassing!" Sally moaned. "Come on. Let's do it now, otherwise we'll worry even more. Can you think of a reason to go and see them?" "Erm, well I can ask if Gloria, his mum, is in, I suppose. But she works Saturdays so she won't be..."

Dolly cried out. *THE PETERSURB—MANSION* Sally sat at her desk, typing away on her computer, when the ringing of her phone interrupted her work. “Hello?” She answered it, and after a brief conversation, she evilly smiled. “Good job, just wait awhile, I am coming.” Then she hung up with a sinister sigh. Just then, Sally heard her parents calling her from downstairs. "Sally, come down here for a minute!" her mom's voice shouted.

The smile on Sally’s face disappeared as she barked coldly. Riley came in at this moment. When she saw Sally, she immediately showed a sour face. “Isn’t this the homewrecker who stole someone’s husband? Our humble little shop doesn’t welcome homewreckers. Please leave immediately.” Sally stared at them and mocked, “You’re still friends and even working together now. What a touching friendship.” “A two-faced fake friend like you won’t be able to understand the relationship between me and Shar.” Riley’s every word was berating Sally, so of course, she could not endure it.