Abdl Mommy Stories Novels & Stories

] "Bright and early tomorrow, we will try again; you will have your morning wood, you will get on board mommy, push it in, pull it out, again and again. Then we will kiss, you will tell me how much you love your mommy. Your big, hard cock will find that entrance to heaven inside of me. Finally, that oversized babymaker of yours will proceed to fill my womb yet again with all of your baby-making sperm. You will have planted all of your potent seed in a warm, moist garden, certain that something will grow from the fertile land you seeded. Sure enough, five or six weeks later, we will do a home test, showing that I am pregnant...with YOUR baby. Soon, my belly will swell. In seven or eight month

As Aubrey held Aldrich in her arms, Aldrich with a bright smile "Mommy! Mommy, you're here!" Aubrey sobbing, voice trembling "Yes, my love, I'm here. I'm your mommy" Aldrich hugs Aubrey tightly "I missed you, Mommy" Aubrey holding Aldrich close, whispering "I missed you too, my precious angel. More than you could ever know." Aldrich curiously asked "Mommy, why are you crying?" Aubrey gently wiping her tears "These are happy tears, my love. I'm just so incredibly happy to finally hold you in my arms"

she repeated, her voice breaking as she cried out. “My mommy… my mommy doesn’t want me. She doesn’t want to live with us, she doesn’t want me to be friends with Miley and… and… she doesn’t make my hair, she doesn’t eat with me, she doesn’t want me in her room and… mommy scolds me all the time! My mommy never tells me she loves me, auntie you always tell Miley you love her! You always wash her hair, give her kisses and make dinner for her. You always… you always stay with her, my mommy doesn’t do all of this with me! She doesn’t want to be with me! She hates me and she- she- “Aby…” Val’s broken voice filled the air. “Sweetie…”

Abigail asked in absolute wonder, her tiny fingers tracing the contours of the diamond 'M' pendant. Moza offered a gentle smile. "Yes, Little Miss." Abigail lifted her head, locking her innocent, profoundly meaningful gaze onto Moza. "That means Papa loves Auntie very, very much. So, why don't you just become my Mama?" Moza’s throat turned instantly bone-dry. Abigail’s innocent words had pierced directly into the exact vulnerability she desperately sought to avoid. "We cannot do that just yet, sweetheart," Moza replied awkwardly. "A Little Miss's Mama is a grown woman who must be married to Papa Dastan first."

"Emma, how about I tell you a story?" Emma nodded her head. "Do tell." Abigail started her story. "There was once a girl. She never had a mother since she was young, and her father passed away soon after. Everyone said she was unlucky and cursed. They said she had cursed her mother and father to death. The girl believed what the others had said was true and assumed she was an accursed person. She felt that every day she lived through was just another day wasting oxygen. One day, the girl's grandmother told the girl firmly that this wasn't her fault and that she should live for herself. She shouldn't care what the others say and not carry any other burden that wasn't hers."

"Mommy is the best. She's kind, and she always makes me feel safe and loved. She loves to read books to me before bedtime, especially fairy tales. Her favorite is Cinderella because she believes that dreams can come true if you're good and kind. She used to sing me lullabies, too, but she said she couldn't carry a tune. I didn't mind; her voice was like magic to me." D'Andre listened intently, absorbing every word. Maiari's love for fairy tales and her belief in the power of kindness struck a chord within him. It was as if Andrea's description had painted a vivid picture of the woman he once knew. Andrea continued, "Mommy also loves gardening. She says flowers bring happiness and color to ou

Emily woke up in a strange home, she wasn't back at her parents, she wasn't in her small twin bed, but instead, she was in a bigger queen bed. The sheets weren't her purple ones, these are grey, and the person waking her wasn't her birth mother, it's her mommy, Callina, she called Callina mommy, she remembers right away blushing. "Hey, nap time is over little love, time to get up," Callina says carefully waking the little one, taking the blanket off her, casting a look toward her pull-ups, she needs a change.

Ripley’s pov “Whewe awe you going, mommy?” River asked. I hardly ever lied to them. Well, except for when I tell them the playground is closed and we need to go home, when in reality a playground never closes. Or when I tell them there’s no candy left, only to eat it myself at night. Yeah, okay. I lie to them a lot. But this is different. River only wants to know where I’m going, but if I tell her, she might ask more questions. She has never met my mother. Who is her grandmother. Well, no. Who should have been her grandmother but chose not to be involved in our lives.

With the spectacle happening and the words Abby uttered, it all started to dawn on everyone and eyes started to brim. "Mom raised me with all the great memories of my father. A man with a compassionate heart. A man who will provide the requisites of the needy. A man who will sacrifice himself for the welfare of mankind. A funny man who will give the shoes he was wearing to a shoeless stranger and go home barefoot" she wistfully chuckles while wiping her wet cheeks with her free hand. "Mom met Dad in an unusual way when she accompanied Grandpa on a medical mission to one of the destitute communities" she dreamily mumbles while blankly looking straight ahead.

I could not believe this same man had told me to get an abortion. “Well, the summer break I had planned…” I started to say as he cut me off. “How about you tell me about the kids first?” he smiled. “Okay, where do I start from?” “The girl,” he smiled. “Tell me about her. She seems to be a handful.” “Oh Layla is a handful,” I laughed. “Sometimes she acts like she is seventy years old and sometimes I just want to drop her on a ledge and leave her there. She really is a lot to deal with when compared to the boys but I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”