Anal Mama Novels & Stories

Kayla's face glowed with happiness that echoed mine. “I'm so happy you're okay." Kayla sniffed slightly, filled with emotions as though we hadn't been speaking on the phone and texting daily. Jade came into view, her hair packed up as she wore casual jeans and an oversized tee. She moved forward, squeezing me with a comfortable tightness and releasing quickly to look over me. A mother bear she was indeed. When her 'perusal' seemed satisfactory, she let out a giggle that suited her youth. “We missed you so much, bitch!" Jade screamed out, making me wince as I smiled. Kayla slapped her arm lightly.

I felt like the universe was finally smiling at me but you know what they say, ‘variety is the spice of life’ and all I got were bitter spices. “Good morning, Ma'am. I came to ask you what you feel like eating today and what fruits you would love, since you haven't been eating your apples.” I had grown to love Mary and accept her creepy smile. She took care of me like I was an egg and I loved it. “Erm…I'd love to have lasagna this morning. Is that healthy?” “We can make it as healthy as possible; just right, for you and your baby.” She had noticed. The little Rivera growing inside of me was starting to show off himself to the world. He didn't want to be hidden anymore and as I looked at my l

(Not like that bitch) Raajnandini said to Anamika. "Can I call you Maa too..." Bella asked Anamika. She felt like she is with family, she loved the vines they have her. She was comfortable. She realised this is how family should be. Why can't her mother be like Anamika. Why she can't talk to her sweetly. Bella has never had sweet conversation with her mother. "Ofcourse..." Anamika gave her sweet smile. ******

“Come on, dear, before you give yourself an aneurysm.” “I’m not letting this fucker inside my house—” “Come along, dear,” Mom says to Thorton, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom.

On the display screen was General Laura's Picture. Charity squinted her eyes when she saw her picture. She could inadvertently mark some familiarities with her figure. She looks like Nanny Amelia! Presently at the president general villa, Anamika and her now healthy mum were at the relaxation room of the five star general mansion. Anamika was relating how she manipulated Diana to treat her and how she gave her the wrong information. "That's my girl!" Eddy gave her daughter a high five. She was happy that her daughter inherited her cunny gene.

She quickly wrote back to him, telling him she was fine and they can be in touch for now. She scrolled further her mail messages, and didn’t find any personal messages till her eyes caught one. It was from her mother. Excitedly, she opened the message and found “hi” as the content of the entire inbox. Marie couldn’t tell if she was hurt or relieved that her mother still cared or that all she could say to her was just a “hi”. Marie spent another 30 minutes from one app to another, catching up on what she had missed in three weeks.

"Can you tell me what this is, Mama? It’s a…?" Mama’s eyes flickered to the card, her lips parting slightly. "…Apple," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The therapist smiled warmly. "That’s right! An apple. Excellent, Mama." In another corner of the room, a cognitive therapist worked on memory exercises, using familiar objects and scents to trigger recall. The process was slow, painstaking, but there were moments—tiny flickers of recognition—that gave the team hope. Mama’s journey was far from over, but they were committed to helping her reclaim as much of her life as possible.

The words came out in a rush, a terrified confession. Lena took a small, cautious step forward, her own terror momentarily replaced by a deep well of maternal concern. “Then tell me something,” she said, her voice softer now. “Anything. Just tell me he’s going to be okay.” Amara looked at her mother. The face that had always been her anchor, her rock. She had spent years trying to be the perfect daughter, the one who didn’t cause trouble, the one who fixed everything. But she couldn’t fix this. She couldn’t make it go away.

So I ask the most obvious of them. "Who is Amalia?" I bat my eyes innocently. "Didn't Enzo tell you? I am not surprised though, there was no love lost between them. Amalia is Domenico's mother and she is one twisted witch. Trust me, you don't want to meet her. And if Enzo suggests you take your child to her, your answer should be a resounding no." "Why is she so bad?" I prod, keeping my eyes on the road while Mr Phil takes the turn the GPS prompts him to.

Both of them carried a worried expression on their faces, their eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep. The moment the young lady saw Luna Helena, her composure completely shattered. Ama burst into tears, running straight across the floor to throw her arms around Luna Helena's waist. "Aunty Helena!" Ama cried out, her shoulders shaking violently as she sobbed into the Luna's robes. "It’s my mother! She has fallen terribly ill for some unknown reason. We have called in so many doctors from all the neighboring territories, but every single one of them shook their heads. They keep saying they cannot save her!"