Novel & Cerita Son Mom Sex Story

If you want to put on a show, I'll play along. My phone buzzed again. It was another long voice message from my mom. "Jason, did you see it? I've been through this before. Once a woman cheats, you can't take her back. You need to start making moves now!" Her voice was urgent and pressing.

I felt completely numb as everything came crashing down at once, but I couldn't afford to break down, as Heather still needed me. I tried to step forward and speak up, but Heather held me back, her tone hollow and completely devoid of life while saying, "You can stop now, Mom. I've resigned myself to this. I don't want you to suffer more on my account, especially since we can't win against them, Mom." Heather's remarks cut through me like a knife. Those annoying comments in the comment section flashed before my eyes again. "It's such a clever move from the male lead's mother! It seems like the female lead will finally surrender and accept the male lead's affection, behaving like a compliant

Our screams are swallowed by each other's mouths as we ride out the waves of pleasure. Uncle Samson pulls me off Mom, positioning me then he fucks me while Mom kept kneading my nipples, kissing me. He pulled out and finishes off in Mom’s cunt. “Now you have my cum in both holes,” he whispered. We lay there in silence, the only sound our ragged breathing. Mom's fingers were still on my hip. Samson's hand rested on her stomach, possessive even in sleep. I looked at them, my mother, my lover and thought about how wrong this was supposed to be. But it didn't feel wrong. It felt like coming home."

Her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a single word. Kylie stood to the side. The expression on her face changed from hurt and pitiful to stunned. Her entire body went stiff in the end. Adam wrapped an arm around me protectively. He then looked at our son, Christopher. "Is this how you manage your company? Did you hire actual employees or a group of thugs? How could they hurt your mother like this?" Christopher didn't answer, but he clenched his jaws hard. He walked over and carefully took Hammie from me.

"A friendly reminder—do not stay inside a sauna room longer than you should. Just earlier today, a high school student who was supposed to take his SAT was found dead inside a sauna room. We express our condolences to his friends and family." Mom narrowed her eyes and looked more closely at the screen. The moment she recognized my mangled photo, her body stiffened. Her voice trembled as she stubbornly asked, "Andrew did this, didn't he? He paid the reporters to say this, right?" It was a national news broadcast. Of course, she knew it couldn't be fake. Still, she clung desperately to a sliver of hope that it had all been a prank. Larry couldn't help but sneer at Mom's reaction. "I don't unde

"Mom, can all vampires feel their bloodline like this? I felt it — does that mean I'm close to awakening? I want to tell Father when he gets back." He put on his best training clothes. Spent a month carving a blood-seal stone by hand. Then looked up at me, nervous, and asked: "Do you think Father will like it?" "Of course he will," I said. "You're his only son." But when we went to meet Kaelan at the territory border, he walked out holding Vivienne's hand, Damian at his side. A human woman. A human boy. Luka and I stood there and didn't move.

As I watched the grim expressions on my in-laws' faces and Louis' evasive gaze, I suddenly realized I'd truly had enough of Mom. … For some reason, Mom always found it entertaining to spread rumors about me and belittle me in front of others. When I was a child, she'd accused me of stealing. Then, later on, at my college graduation, she fabricated stories of me having an affair with one of my professors on the spot. I barely had any friends growing up. Everyone avoided me like the plague. Every time I caught Mom in one of her lies, she would show no remorse. She claimed she was only joking, and that she didn't know everyone else would take what she said so seriously.

Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations. But this time, Mom had clearly met her match. Not only did Dad's coworkers intervene, but even Dad joined in, dragging Mom out of the hotel as she continued her hysterical tirade. One of the younger women even called security. In the end, several people carried Mom out of the hotel and left her at the entrance. Never in her life had Mom experienced such humiliation. Dusting herself off, she stood up. Right in front of the security guards and Dad's coworkers, she slapped Dad twice.

Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe. When we returned, I suggested we stop by the Hale for dinner with Cassian. My son. The one I hadn’t seen in nearly a month. He was running the family’s casino now, carrying the weight of our name on his shoulders like he was born for it. Dominic begged off. Said he was tired, needed rest. So it was just me and Elara who made the detour. The Hale had never been my scene. Crowded. Flashy. Thick with money and danger. Even after marrying into a mafia family, I never quite grew used to the shadows it cast. But motherhood has a way of softening your fear. And I misse