Age Regression Stories Novels & Stories

"I know... weird right... I'm like 27 and mom is 49 going to 50.. And you 're just what 24...?" "Ohh fuck you are kidding with me right......." Then there was a key at the door... Well... Here comes nothing...

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend."

MILF, Older Woman with Younger Men, Virgin, Threesome, Big Tits, Big Booty, Big Cocks, Kissing, Titty Sucking, Dick Sucking, Anal Licking, Anal Fingering, Pussy Eating, Finger Fucking, Anal, Double Penetration August was once my favorite month of the year. It was better than Christmas, Thanksgiving, and every other holiday combined. It was my personal holiday season, at least the first two weeks and that was all I needed. For those fourteen days, my life was my own again. I pined for it like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve.

He might never stand again. "We tried to stop him. We tried. But he was crying, saying tomorrow was your birthday—that he'd already missed it for three years and couldn't miss it again." "He cried so hard," Roy choked out. "It killed us to see him like that. If we'd known it'd come to this, we never would've let him spiral like that. "Audrey, he did all of this for you!" I leaned against Joshua's chest, my hand resting on my stomach as I quietly ended the call.

person I had missed the most , my adopted mum. "I am back home mum and I'm never going to leave again."I spent the entire day unpacking my things and talking to mom . While talking to mom she told me about an envelope she received which was addressed to me. She went over to her room and brought the large brown envelope to me. When she left for me to rest I took up the envelope and opened it . It was a letter from my deceased mother's bankers . According to them they had strict instructions to release it to me on my 26th birthday . It contained a letter from my mom. The letter reads...My dear daughter I love you with all my heart. As you turn 26 years old I believe it's time to know more ab

Sometimes it was better to let things play out. “Mm. Old man Cabbage asked me to come over today. He says the weird noises are back.” Old man Cabbage was the oldest man in the village at ninety-three years old, yet he was a fit as a fiddle. He lived alone in an extremely old house that creaked even more than the orphanage. His wife died a long time ago and unfortunately they never had any children of their own. After Anderson and Carson went over a few times to help fix certain things in his house, he took a great liking to them both. He considered them his children and grandson. Understanding that, both young men could not bring themselves to charge the old man. The old man insisted on payi

For as long as I could remember, my face hadn't matched my age. At five years old, I looked ten. At ten years old, I looked 20. And now, in my early 20s, I carried the face of a 50-year-old woman. I'd suspected some kind of underlying illness, but after countless hospital visits and endless tests, the results always came back the same—I was perfectly healthy. Because of this face, I'd grown up facing nothing but ostracization and judgment. As I got older, my fuse got shorter. The mere mention of the word "old" was enough to make me snap.