Xxx Mama Dormida Novels & Stories

Then she drifted off to sleep. While cleaning up the hospital bag beside her bed, my hand brushed against something hard. I pulled it out. An opened box of XXXL condoms. I stared at the bold XXXL on the package. With that size, I'd need to turn sideways just to fit the width. I took a slow breath, pulled out my phone, and snapped three photos. On the hospital bed, Mia slept peacefully. A faint smile still rested on her lips.

Earlier that day. <><><><<><><><><><><><> The mansion weekend plan had started as a joke. That’s what makes it worse. Isabella and I were sitting cross-legged on her dorm room floor on Wednesday night, half-drunk on cheap rosé she swore tasted “European” and scrolling through pictures of my mom’s house on I*******m. The mansion looked unreal in photos marble floors, glass walls, the kind of staircase that makes you want to descend dramatically in a silk robe even if you’re going to grab cereal.

In the end, I gave in to the only thing that’s ever worked since I was a teenager : Mama’s infamous sleep potion. That stuff is suspicious as hell. Some blend of forest herbs, dark wild honey, and what I’m pretty sure are the tears of a South American jaguar. It tastes like witch soup, but knocks you out like a brick-scented pillow to the face. So when I finally passed out, I prayed I’d wake up peacefully. Of course, I forgot I have a three-year-old. “MAMIIII—LOOK AT MEEE!” BOOM. Something launched itself onto my stomach.

“Absolutely, that is what we are here for ma’am I need a little bit of information first and we can get this started. First, did the mother have a supply of milk on hand?” “No ma’am she didn’t.” “Ok, no problem, how old is the baby along with name and sex?” With that question I freeze. I had no idea how old this baby is. I mind link Liam “Liam I need to know how old Xavier is,” I hurriedly ask him. “Fuck Amara I don’t know.,” He says in an angrily tone “He is no more than two days old,” Sarah mind links me stating.

I could feel my body recovering some of its strength—stirring slightly, lifting just a bit. Back in my room, I remembered how Arielle had been waiting for me in this very bed every night. Now it was empty. And so was I. I lay down, feeling restless and sour inside. Just then, my doorbell rang. I got up and opened the door. Arielle's mother was standing outside. She wore a black set of sexy lingerie, her slender waist framing a pair of full, heavy breasts. Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings—long, straight, and impossibly alluring.

She kicked me hard, causing me to squirm in pain as tears streamed down my face in torrents, “When we own everything and he’s rotting in prison for rape.” “You’re evil,” I said weakly just as the fog clouded my senses completely. When I woke up the next day, I found myself in a room that was not mine. I was alone in what looked like a hotel suite. I knew that my mother could not afford to pay for this room unless she had somehow gotten her hands on Mark’s inheritance. I tried locating the door to my room, but it was locked. She had locked me inside so I could not escape.

Sleep claimed her, carrying her into a dream-filled slumber, where visions of a future filled with love and endless possibilities danced in her mind. **** In the soft morning light, Mateo and Ariana lay peacefully intertwined on the bed, their bodies still enveloped in the warmth of sleep. The silence of the moment was abruptly shattered by the persistent ringing of Mateo's phone. He stirred, groggily awakening from his slumber, and reached for his phone, blinking away drowsiness from sleep. As Mateo glanced at the screen, his eyes widened with surprise and a hint of concern. The caller ID revealed the name "Doctor Hannah," his fertility specialist and family doctor. With curiosity, he answe

Madam Martha was afraid that if Damien decided to send her away, that innocent baby's life would automatically turn into hell without the shelter of his father's protection. "Damien," Holding her own tears post noticing the hurt and misery streaming in the form of tears on his front, she tried to caress his cheek. Earlier than her motherly touch grazed him or triggered his weak point, he whirled around and dashed out of the room, leaving a grieving Madam Martha sweep to the floor and cry, looking at those pictures around her. Flashback ends… Meek noises coming from an unconscious Aurora's mouth snapped Madam Martha out of her thoughts. She stuttered her heavy eyelids as she took a glance at

Aaron has sent every necessary document of the Hawaii mansion which is now named the Willington property, His mother, he's going to make her regret ever going against their family. Damien cleaned his now sleepy eyes as he closed his laptop, and walked to his wife who Alex was sleeping on as Alexia was sleeping on Alicia. He put his son on another bed close to the one Arrya was lying on while he lay down and wrapped his hands around her waist dragging her in as he sniffed in her scent before closing his eyes to sleep in his most comfortable bed in the whole world.....

She soon saw Yulia lying on the bed… and when the child saw her mother, she slowly shook her head as she replied, “I’m fine, Mommy… Sorry for disturbing your time with Future Daddy… I had initially planned to play a few more days with Brother Maison, but there was just so much good food in town that I ended up eating a bit too much…” “Don’t worry, I’ve already taken some medicine, Mommy. I just need to stay in bed for a day or two and I’ll be healthy in no time! With that said, feel free to continue sleeping with Future Daddy!” …What was this girl even saying?! Holding the child’s hand, Xavia replied, “Silly girl, I’d love to care for you…” Walking up to the two, Zivon then said, “Don’t worr