Son Of The Slob Novels & Stories

"Ahh, ahh, you are going too deep," She moaned, leaning by her chest on the wall. "I know, no one can resist my thing," Subham said, pushing it into her from behind. Subham, 22-year-old, was the son of a rich merchant. He did nothing but f*ck. A f*ckboy who only thought that women were only meant for sex. He had small black eyes, pale yellow skin, half bald head with short brown hair, thin body and a humongous d*ck. You think that how did I know all this? Well, I watched him doing all those things which I always wanted to do.

He said, "Keep sucking, slut. A young first-time stud like my son will have another load ready for you very soon." Her response was to moan on my cock as he flipped up her skirt and slid into her cunt. I noticed her pantyhose were crotchless, which I had only seen in p**n films, and that added to the hotness as I realized I was actually spit roasting a woman with my father! Bucket list item: check! (The spit roasting part, not because it was with my Dad on the other end.) This was, without a doubt, the weirdest father-son bonding in history.

she ranted on “You mean my father” I snorted out angrily “What!!!!’ Sofia rasped out “Your… Monk Martin is my freaking FATHER” I howled out “Are… you the long… lost… son” Sofia mused I laughed out and faced her, “Wow, long lost son_ that's an amazing title for a child he sold out” I whispered ° °

"You have what I want; something I value so so much. You played a good card, I admit. Dirty, but good." "So," The man leaned forward. Beneath was a face moulded with disbelief. "You accept?" Lex nodded slowly. Silence. "Well," The man spread his massive arms wide. "Welcome to The Sons Of Hades, Brother Lexington!" Lex said nothing. His mind was in motion now. His plan had been mapped out. Just act, he mused. And he was a natural at this. ••• 7:03AM. Behind the wheels of the unsuspecting van was Y. A light drizzle, he drove furiously on the asphalt. The road was clear, few vehicles in sight.

"Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's such a monster!" "His parents sacrificed their lives for him, yet he threw it all away because he was blinded by a prostitute. What an ingrate!" This time, all the insults and curses were aimed at Caleb. His face drained of all color, and he scrambled to defend himself. "I-I'm not an ingrate. I-I've always been a devoted son to Dad, and even when my house is a four-hour drive away from his, I still make the trip to visit him every couple of weeks. I bring a gift every time I visit. I'm not an ingrate!"

She would laugh and cry at the same time, holding a doll made from a pillow, showing it off to anyone she saw. "This is my son, Curtis. He's amazing. He's done so many great projects, and got into a top graduate program. Now, he's successful. He's always listened to me. He's such a gentle, outstanding child. You can be jealous all you want. Only I could give birth to a son like him!" Everyone knew why she was there, so no one paid her any attention. As for my father, he never visited her once after everything happened. He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight.

“I don’t care about your stupid explanations, son, just let me see the slut your mum made you fuck so you can dispense my money.” “For the last time, she is not a slut! Do not test me, dad.” Sylvester unhung the picture and threw it against the wall. "She is a slut, a cheap slut! Eggust, you'd better bring out that old bitch that wants to pin you down with a baby that isn't yours or else,....." "Or else what?" I challenged "Eggust, don't tempt me." I walked over to the floor where the photo had fallen and started picking up the pieces of glass.

Cora’s voice was muffled by the bloody liquid in her own mouth as she pleaded weakly, “Please, stop this. For our son’s sake. He's so scared… and it might affect him as he grows older… please-” “Son? What fucking son, you damn slut?!” A roar followed her weak voice, closely accompanied by a loud slap. “That tiny piece of shit bastard parasite feeding on my sweat and my money?! You have the fucking guts to call that shit my son? Oh, you think I never noticed how those other fucking men look at you! You sleep with them for money, huh, slut? I own you, but that bastard is not my son! Cowardly little shit always hiding under blankets!” He spat viciously, “I don’t raise weaklings! In fact, where

His fall from grace had been swift and brutal, leaving him adrift in a sea of regret and remorse. "My life become wreck after that crapy shit comes to my life." - As he landed another hard kick on her stomach and screamed, " you can't even give me a SON . What the fuck I do with that bitch." – Sofia tried to speak something on defend of her daughter but her pain is so unbearable as no word come through her mouth expect whimper. He left the house banging the door loudly.

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.