Son Of The Slob Novels & Stories

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

His leather shoe came down on my chest as I bit back the pain. He crouched down and looked at me. "You want this back? Sure? Just kneel in front of me, crawl between my legs, then shout loudly that you shouldn't have been a homewrecker." "You—" "What? Don't you want your son back?" He raised the urn as if he were about to smash it onto the ground. The seconds dragged by. My hands trembled as I slowly climbed onto my hands and knees, then crawled between his legs in utter humiliation.

This man was ragged, worn down, bones sharp beneath his skin, lips cracked, hair tangled in greasy clumps. “You expect me to believe that?” I asked. “You don’t look anything like him.” A sad smile curled his mouth. “I don’t blame you. Look at me, who would? I’ve lived in this dump for years. My body’s covered in dirt, my mind’s barely my own on some days, just relying on drugs to be sane. No one would think I am the father to one of the apex brothers.”

He shook his head to clear his feelings and his mind. He called for his son, "PETER" . Peter stumbled down the stairs from his study. He reaked of alcohol, stale cigarettes and slurred when he spoke. Old Mr Walters was unhappy at this sight. His son had become a mess in a few days, equivalent to a beggar on the side of the street. The smell was unbearable. His clothes were dirty, stained and creased. "You, you hated my Annie, now you hold my useless daughter. You come here bringing gifts for that useless child. You, you, you," Peter slurred before passing out on the floor.

The reason his father had not remarried was because he was sone sort of puppet, taking orders from Adam Chukwu. It was not like his father wasn't a good man and father, and neither was he any better than the rest of his family, he snorted cocaine once in a while with his privileged friends and he had never been known to have a steady girlfriend, instead he changed the women he slept with even more than he had a cup of coffee in the morning, and he had not exactly been the ideal son to his parents, yet he hated the pretence. There was something so souless about condemning people for crimes he and his family actually committed, and it got to him.

he asks me and I look up, shaking my head. " She was my prize." " what?" " Her stupid father thought he could win against me. He had debts but no money to pay back. I could have just killed him, thats what I often did but I couldn't. His wife was sick and their youngest child had inharited that illness so he loaned money from me to try and safe at least one of them. I admit I had pity for that man but also I admired that he was willing to go as far as ask the mafia for money to safe his family. So I made him an offer, If he beats me in a game I choose he is free and I give him extra money on top. If he fails I get his elder daughter as my personal slave" he smirked at me.

You will go back in time and be thankful you didn't abort him, tell him you love him and wish him all the happiness in the world. Little girl, since you have not been happy, at least let him be happy and fight to keep him away from evil. -he advises her. The girl sobs, the doctor has managed to bring a few tears to her eyes and she feels helpless with everything he has mentioned. It is as if he is already predicting the promising future her baby will have, but there is always an obstacle. -And when he asks me about his father, what will I tell him? Son, your father is your grandfather! You are the product of rape!

I directed my eyes at his son standing at his right hand and asked, “What about your son? Why isn’t he getting the same treatment you’re giving Derby?” “And how’s that your business?” Her father glared narrowing his brow at me. “Trent, please,” Derby panicked, getting worried about me. But I wasn’t going to stay shut without giving them something in return. “Oh, it’s my business now since you called me a Bum. I mean, I have something doing. I take care of myself, feed myself… I’m a grown man with a job! Derby is a hardworking girl who’s ready to do anything to take care of herself, but looking at your truck load of a son… He’s the true definition of Sleazebucket!”

"Oh, wow, Carolyn. You... you dirty whore." "Uh-huh," I moaned, my orgasm peaking in me. I had all that young stud's jizz in me. "Such a dirty whore!" "You want dirty?" said the father. "Why don't we swap, son? Fuck their asses. And... Let's have the mother lick her daughter clean of my jizz." "What?" my husband groaned. The son ripped his cock out of my pussy and shoved me down to my knees. I gasped as I leaned forward. He shoved my face into my daughter's sparse bush. The father's cock pulled out of her, sliding over my lips into the process.

Far away, he could already smell the pungent smell of the alcohol. "You're drunk? You came home late at night and drunk?" Yhlei's face was full of disappointment. The first thing that came to his mind was his son's reputation. Slyvester can be the new successor of Ixumi Corporation. But he walked down the road swaying and unstable? What if he did some embarrassing things on the way home? "Dad," Slyvester called him. Suddenly, Slyvester knelt in front of his father. His dad, his mom, and Ran, who was unexpectedly present at that time, had their eyes wide open.