Ace Mom Novels & Stories

The teller literally rolls her eyes at me as she slides me the receipt… Some people! I headed to the grocery store for yet another order, because my mother told Amory she needed something and Amory, of course, had to go overboard! This girl drives me crazy the way she takes care of everyone else around her, but is literally lying in a bed weak right now because she didn’t eat right last night!

What the hell ? “Oh my God !!! You are soooooo pretty !!!!” my Mom- the great Alpha Zoe Stone screamed in her sing song voice like a fan girl and if Aunt Nyssa’s hugs spelt death then Mom’s were enough to kill you for ten lifetimes- not exaggerating. I repeat. I am NOT exaggerating.

“Amber is my wife, Mom. She’s a good woman and a great mom. If I could bring her here… If you could meet her…” “M-meet her?” Mom went from very pale to deep red in the face in a flash. “That vile seductress tried to snare you from the start! She only wants your money! Your power! What were you thinking? How could you pick that little bitch.” My eyes went wide, hearing my mom talk about Amber that way. Just as I opened my mouth to counter her words, an alarm in the room sounded. Mom’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to spasm.

Aunt Sienna’s annoying voice rang. “Melinda!” I screamed. “That’s the loudest you’ve ever screamed. Melinda is rubbing off on you…” she paused and sniffled. “Please, do not become like her. If you begin to behave like Melinda I won't have anyone to exert my revenge on,” she cries, her voice overly dramatic. “Sienna leave my kids alone,” Mum yells from the kitchen. “They’re my kids too!” Aunt Sienna countered. “I gave birth to them!” Mum yells.

Then again, slower: Ayana Grace Kato “After my mother,” Amon says. Tears streaming. “Mama’s going to cry for a week.” “She’s already crying. I can hear her pacing outside.” Happiness spills out. We're wiped out. Full of delight. Fear sits close by. Fresh clothes on, three hours gone by. The little one feeds quietly. Cleaned up at last. Pencil lines move across paper — Amon watches us closely. A crack of light spills across the floor. In steps Mama Grace, steady on her feet. Behind her comes Jjajja Florence, leaning slightly. Then Mama Christine appears, hands folded. Miriam walks in last, quiet as dust.

I warned, snapping the lid shut. Ash stared at me in horror. “Mommy can turn into an ant?” “Yup. And Ant-Mommy gets really mad when her kid talks too much before lunch.” Erick burst out laughing and leaned toward Ash, whispering, “Don’t mess with Mommy. She used to be a mafia lawyer. If she can make a president sweat, she can make those ants sign a petition to move trails.” I handed the container to Erick. “Please distribute. But watch the bollo limpio. That one’s not for sharing.”

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

"Here is the truth. My mom is a teen mom." "I guessed so," he uttered, not sounding surprised or shocked. This was the best trait of Zaiden. He wouldn't give a pitiful reaction or shocked reaction to this stuff, and he would react normally which would keep me at ease. "What was her age?" "Sixteen," I replied curtly. "Wow, Amora is very strong," he commented, his voice sounded like he was appreciating my mom.

’’ I did a little twirl but made sure to hold down the hems. ‘’You do look beautiful,’’ she gave me a smile. Aaron scoffed and again I refused to turn around to give him an ounce of my attention. “Have fun,’’ mom told me. I moved closer to kiss her on the cheek. ‘’Have a good day at work.’’ Mom owned her own real estate company, one she started with dad, and it was still going strong. Aaron scoffed once more. ‘’Do you want a hug and a kiss as well?’’ Mom asked in a joking tone.