Son Holding Mom's Head No Blur Novels & Stories

"Awn, is that my grandchild?" Sonia shook her head vigorously, "please don't." Putting a hand to his chest, "you really hurt my feelings. Can't a grandpa be nice?" His mouth ran smoothly on the words, but his eyes say otherwise. Still searching around, Sonia tried her hardest to let out a loud scream. But nothing came out, her voice had seized due to shock, and with the look of things, she might be long gone before anyone came to her aid. She stared ahead helplessly.

She whispers in my ear, and I nod my head. “Got it. Pulling it up on screen now.” Tank says and we all watch and my mom moves closer to the screen. “Pause it, ok zoom in and filter it.” She says and we all watch as the grainy image gets clearer. “Well, fuck!” I step closer and look at the man. He is the one who stepped out of the shadows. “Who is he?” I ask and mom sighs and pinches her nose.

Intrigued would be the correct word. Mom did not acknowledge my presence. I glanced and saw that her nipples were two rigid points in her shirt, and I thought I caught the scent of female excitement. She didn't look away; she didn't voice any disgust or displeasure; she just watched. In the pool, Melody's skill at fellatio yielded its reward as Hank Jr. pulled his mother's head against his hips and, ass flexing, climaxed into her willing mouth. She released him and pulled her head back. They talked and switched places. Melody, feet flat at the edge of the pool, leaned back on a folded towel and pinched and pulled her nipples as her son pressed his face against her pussy.

Nevan flinched then turned around as his eyes looked red. “Aaah!!!” shouted his mother The mother screamed loudly right in front of her. So, what has been made by his own son? The sighting unconsciously surprised Mrs. Henni who had just arrived.

His eyes were cold, empty, like a predator savoring its kill. “Anna, run!” Mom’s voice broke, desperate. “Go, now!” I shook my head, my feet rooted to the floor. “No, I won’t leave you!” Tears burned my eyes, my whole body shaking. The man’s blade moved in a flash, slicing through Mom’s neck. Her head fell, hitting the floor with a sickening thud, her body slumping lifelessly. My body froze as I took in what just happened. And then, a scream escaped my throat, raw and piercing, as the world shattered around me.

Nightfall bleeds through the daylight I need use the bathroom maybe get us food I turn around for a minute to check on Blake he's asleep. When I turn my head back to the Road the only thing I see it's lights so bright then i hear the bell before I collide with that car In front of me. For a minute everything goes black before I come to I see blood I look back I can't see my son slowly I fade away inside I am screaming Blake where is my son?.

POV Supreme Alpha: The hospital doors swung open, revealing an environment permeated with the scent of disinfectant and the tense atmosphere of the room where my son was recovering. My footsteps echoed down the hallway, each one laden with the fury boiling within me. Olivia, Noah's mother, was there, nervous and surprised, as she saw me enter. Her widened eyes met my red and furious ones. Her expression was a mix of fear and guilt, and I could feel the anger pulsing through every inch of my being. Before she could react, I advanced toward her, blocking any attempt to escape.

Not a channel—live camera footage. I leaned forward. It was mom. “Come, sis,” he chuckled darkly. “Mom is about to show us something.” The camera shifted, zooming slightly. Mom’s hands appeared, steady and deliberate, as she began to load a gun and a chill ran down my spine.

Sonia couldn't bare the thought of losing her father, it would be the end of her peaceful life, she was never going to see him again. Laying not faraway from Sonia was a woman unconscious, a barrel gun laid beside her making it obvious that she had been hit in the head with it. being hit on the head with a barrel gun. She slowly her eyes to see a gun to her husband's head, she couldn't do anything because of how weak she was. "Shoot him" a voice came from a man wearing a leather coat and black trousers with a face just like the devil. “Shoot him son” he compelled the boy holding the gun.

is it? Soon the sight of mine started to jumbled, as the man moved his gaze. Oh is he moving? It taught to myself that in reality the man didn't stand nor lay his body. He just put his view a little downward so that it can only see his his thigh and leg But before I even took a case about the thing that is below his sight, my vision become much blurry till I can see nothing but light. " What have you done to my son??!" My father speak annoyingly as I feel his hands holding my shoulder to support me from standing