Novel & Cerita Sexting With My Mom

Handed him a small piece of paper with her phone number on it. When Dad realized what it was, he got furious. But instead of apologizing, she stripped. Completely. Standing there as bare as the day she was born. Then she asked Dad if he wanted a “quickie” – a taste of what he’d be getting, in exchange, he would let her stay here. She even bragged that she was an Omega. A white one, at that. Any other man might’ve been tempted. And in my nightmare, Dad was. But the reality?

"I saw what you were doing. Oh god! What is wrong with this family! What did I do wrong?" "Mom, you need to relax," I said, trying to calm what was happening. But she didn't seem to hear me. "Is that what you want? You want me to have sex with you?" My mother said and Sammy's eyes got wide. He was clearly terrified. "No, it was just a fantasy mom, I am sorry," he said "Fantasies you have about me?" my mother said.

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

Avery followed her line of sight, a faint glint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. "Mom, don't be mad at Cecelia," Avery said softly, her tone full of concern. "She probably just didn't rest well yesterday. She's always hiding under the covers with her phone reading novels. I've told her not to so many times." The words were light, almost casual, but they landed exactly where they would hurt the most. Mom's expression darkened instantly. "I knew it. Those dark circles didn't come from nowhere." She slammed the coffee cup down onto the desk. "I already had her door lock removed, and she still dares to sneak around behind my back? She's completely out of control."

"Joe… Help me… It's so dark in here…" My voice echoed in the dark basement, and Joe went crazy with anxiousness. He suddenly stood up and tried to break the lock. "What are you doing?!" My mother pulled Joe away when she saw what he was doing, and she started crying when she saw his palm bleeding. "You're just hurting me, Joe! Who do you think I'm doing all this for? I'm an education expert. Would I harm you?" My mother wiped away her tears and said threateningly, "Go sit in the corner right now and write a five-thousand-word essay reflecting on your behavior! I won't let your sister out if you don't finish it!"

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

"And Ezekiel's reputation...what about that?" I clenched my jaw, my hands curling into fists at my sides. "It would be better if you went with your dad," Mom continued, her voice taking on a mockingly reasonable tone. "Ezekiel’s reputation would remain intact, and everything would go back to normal. You could come here to visit him occasionally." Suddenly, Mom stepped closer, grabbing my face with one hand. Her grip tightened, her fingers digging into my skin as she leaned closer. "And as I know," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom, "my daughter has become my boyfriend’s personal slut."

I took a deep breath before I pressed the answer button. "Hello, Mom? Why did you call?" I asked, forcing my voice to be steady. "Primrose, where are you these days? You didn't show up for our family dinner yesterday," Mom began. "Just in my condominium, painting," I answered shortly. "I am calling because I just want to remind you that this coming Saturday is Zinnia's birthday. We are throwing a large party. We want you to be there. The family should be complete," Mom said. It felt like my world stopped spinning at what I heard. The name Zinnia was enough to make the anger inside me flare up again.

People would think you work at a nightclub. The entire group of people rummaged through my room. They pointed at my belongings and criticized me for just about everything. They were like looters raiding a house. "What are you doing in my room? Put that down!" I shouted. "Why are you yelling? You have such a bad temper. Your mother specifically asked us to come talk some sense into you. You seriously can't be left unchecked anymore." My heart sank. My mind was a mess. I honestly didn't know what I had done so wrong for Mom to torment me like this. At that moment, I genuinely felt like I would rather she stab me to death than keep torturing me this way.

It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."