Novel & Cerita Son Of The Slob

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"

Tony With Matt and I getting out of business school and starting this new business, it’s been hard getting the capital to purchase all of the stuff needed to get our place up and running. I wish we were much farther along than we were, but shit happens. My deadbeat father was supposed to help out and be a financial backer for our company but decided that it wouldn’t be a good investment for him and pulled out. I didn’t want to bank on him helping us, but I knew Matt was really hoping he would come through because my sperm donor had the financial means to do so. And just like I assumed, he didn’t come through; I had been dealing with that all my life. That’s why my Mom moved on as soon as sh

The caption on the livestream was poison: "Rich wife fakes poverty, abandons husband and child, targets Harvard son." The comments were already a dumpster fire, class resentment and rage-bait all funneled directly at me. One comment in particular: "Anyone else notice the antlers in the background? I think that's a hint he got played. My money's on the HR guy. Rich girls always play dirty." "Walking out on her own son, this woman has no soul. I'd put that kid on a pedestal." "Harvard son and she still left? Something is very wrong with her."

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.

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.

Exclaims the father, almost with the orbit of his eyes popping out, “Son-in-law, don't think badly of me, this man wanted to kidnap the girl and I was preventing it. -He tried to defend himself. -Really? Come on, honey, say something to your father. -I haven't lost my memory, I remember them both very well and I know what kind of scum they are. I hope I never see them again in my life. -Daughter, you can't do this to me. At least help your mother and your sister for the rest of her life, she needs you, she's an invalid now.

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.