Romans & histoires Son Fuck Drunk Mom

My younger brother bullied me at school until my liver ruptured. When I was carried into the nurse's office, I begged my mother to save me. She was the school nurse. But instead of looking at me, she rushed to my brother because he had a scrape on his wrist. "Mom, please. I'm dying." She slapped me across the face. "If you're so desperate to die, then die already! How did I end up with a heartless animal like you? What if your brother scars?" So I did exactly what she told me to do. I died. By the next night, my mother had lost her mind.

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

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.

Laura's POV I accidentally walked in on my friend’s dad fucking an unknown woman, and since then, I haven't been able to concentrate in class, the scene replayed in my head; his long, thick dick thrusting into her pussy like that was exactly where it belonged, her erratic moans, and the slurpy sounds of his hard pounds. “Hey Laura…” Brenda walked over to me, stopping my train of thoughts. She seemed excited as she clutched onto her backpack.

I couldn't afford to go. I switched off the screen and pulled myself back into the dark. Whatever happiness belonged to normal college students, it wasn't mine to have. I had a dream that night. Dad, a man I'd only ever seen in financial magazines, stood over Mom after knocking her to the ground. "Diane Sutherland, you and that hick son of yours are nothing but a couple of freeloaders, always crawling back with your hands out."

She set it back on the desk exactly where Lincoln had left it and moved to the bathroom, closing the door just as she heard him come back inside. "I forgot my phone," he called out, his voice muffled through the door. "Can't do business without it." He said laughing. Daggy turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face, trying to calm the racing of her heart. When she came back out Lincoln was already gone again. Britty stirred on the bed and opened her eyes, blinking sleepily up at Daggy. "Mama? Where's Daddy?" The word 'Daddy' made something twist painfully in Daggy's chest because Lincoln wasn't her father and now Daggy was terrified that the real father was about to surface.

She'd said it would be safer that way. "I did exactly what she asked. You all burned it last night. How is that my fault?" I said. Mom sounded confused. "Did I?" I covered my mouth, hiding a smile. Of course Mom hadn't. But she was barely sober most days, going from gambling to drinking. She couldn't even trust her own memory anymore. "Shannon, I love you, but this really might be your own doing." Dad let out a miserable groan on the other end of the line. "What do we do now? What are we supposed to do?"

I looked at the money, but my thoughts were with my grandmother in the yard, gently touching my cheek with her aged hand as she murmured with worry, "Nina, you've lost weight. Are you eating enough at school? I'll make you something good." Tears threatened to fall again, but I wiped them away and steeled myself. Mom had always said that kids from the countryside had to fight twice as hard for everything they wanted. If finishing these six beers meant I could see my grandmother again, it was worth it. I grabbed a bottle, twisted off the cap, and gulped it down. I had never drunk alcohol before, and I immediately started coughing violently. Blondie and his friends whistled at me, leering and m

During that first week, my three sons kept coming over to look for me. Ryan showed up at the gate, shouting, "Mom, I was wrong! I'm on the verge of bankruptcy! Lend me some money to get through this. Otherwise, my whole family will starve!" I watched him shake the gate from the window, the metal clanging loudly, and felt nothing. A few days later, Victor came with Molly. Molly wore a dress and sang the nursery rhymes I had taught her, breaking into tears after a few lines and crying out, "Grandma!"

First, he needed to settle the war raging in his head. "Really? That's all you have to say, Seth? I'm disappointed." She snapped. "No kidding. It's written all over your face like the statue of liberty. Mom, I was drunk-" "You weren't drunk when you were mooning all over that crazy bitch!" His mom yelled rushing towards him and hitting his shoulders with the spoon. Droplets of hot broth slapped his cheek and he hissed stepping backwards.