Books For Moms With Sons Novels & Stories

Mason I didn't want to come with Julia to the bookshop. What do you mean it was time to shop for a children's book for a pregnancy that was barely three months old? “I read somewhere that it is good to read to your child right from when they are in the womb, and they can hear you. I want our baby to be familiar with our voice.” She had said in front of my mom. When mom heard her words, she did what she'd always do, she agreed with her, “She is right, Mason, I did that to gigs too. It's one of the reasons why you are so smart.”

Jason's POV "So that is the end of the story," I concluded the book I was reading to the boys and they clapped excitedly. "Daddy is better at reading stories than Mommy," Mason yelled. "That's not true," Robin argued. "Our other Daddy is equally good too," Justin challenged and I chuckled. Now, each boy was just talking about their favourite parent and not the best in reading stories anymore. It didn't seem right to me at first that the boys had favourites but after I realized that I didn't change how they treated the other parents, I accepted that fact.

I loved my kids no matter what, but seeing how proud it made my Queen, made me fill with a satisfaction I couldn't describe. I took her hand and we walked out back. Our three girls didn't stop talking the whole way there. They were so little and slurred most words, but it didn't stop them from talking up a storm to any and every one. Our son was more reserved, quiet and always observing. Our daughters will be wild ones and our son a calm Alpha trying to keep his sisters in-line. He reminded me of Jax in every way and it made me smile seeing a small version of him.

Dad slams his hand on the table, but Mom speaks before he can. “Aran, stop it. You know that’s not true. Why are you doing this?” she asks, her eyes now flashing. His cold glare turns upon her. “Enough Agatha. Do not push me.” “I am not! But you need to stop making matters worse. Tell him, or I will. I will not lose our son because of your ego!” “Your son.” “OUR SON!” Mom screams, slamming her hand on the table. “You are the one who wanted a child! And we have one! A perfect son who is an excellent alpha and an amazing businessman! If only you will get your head out of your behind and see it!”

“I won’t allow any other man to enter my room.” “Oh, please they are your sons.” “So what? They are men too.” “Come on, they are still children.” “They are six years old now and know everything. How can they watch their mother get changed?” I was even more speechless when I heard that. Thinking to myself, “Man, this guy is something. Sometimes I can’t understand what's on his mind at all.” “Did I say something wrong? Sons should avoid their mother’s private rooms when they grow up. They have their rooms. How can they enter our room casually?” Evan declares confidently.

The mother lay back and without thinking spread her legs; she instinctually knew she needed to adjust her position so that her sons plundering phallus had more direct access to her fertile womb. Slowly, Jason began to draw his thick cock out of his mother, and Deborah found her voice again. "Oh sweetie!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around her son's waist and gripping Jason't taut butt. "You fill mommy so nicely!" She moaned sultrily while he sighed and graciously bottomed back out inside of her. Mother and son lay like that for a few minutes as Deborah took some time to allow her grippy pussy to adjust to her son's impressive girth and length. She ran her calves up and down the back of his

Still, there was never any sense of perversion in the few times anything did happen, just a father and his son. When he got home, I guess I didn’t really notice it had been later than usual. The book I was reading, well, let’s say I got through it pretty quickly. The door shut loudly and I remember being jolted by that, he had never been loud. He called to me and set me at the table to talk to me. Mom wanted back in, not so much in the family, but my life. I was her son, but that was saying about as much as someone that collects porcelain dolls saying that they were one of their children, only I’m pretty sure she’d love dolls more than she did me. She wanted to spend weekends.

The one who spoke was Selena: "You're home! Look at this little rascal, so disrespectful, not showing any regard for his elders. He completely ignores me and doesn't answer when I speak. Moreover, he's scattered your economics books everywhere and refuses to do his homework!" "These are my books." the boy looked at his father, speaking evenly: "She told me I'm not allowed to read them because I'm just a child and wouldn't understand anything." "So, did you understand?" Not waiting for his son to answer, Matthew stated: "I want to check your progress." He knew his son was a genius, who had been exposed to complex professional books from a very early age. Recently, however, he hadn't had much

I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next. "Please take good care of him, he shouldn't take too much sweets, he should practice his Violin, he shouldn't watch too much TV nor should he play too much games." "Calm down," My mom placed both of her hands on my shoulders making me look in her face. "I've been a mom before so I know how to take care of kids, look how good I raised you. You are a beautiful intelligent woman.So trust me when I say that I can take care of my grand son."

“I don't know,.maybe you should talk to our grandfather about it.” Josh smiled faintly, and he was about to ask more questions, but decided not to. Meanwhile around that same time, Mrs Washington was still whispering into Lilith ear, reprimanding her for teething Liam the way she did when he was just trying to introduce himself. Observing the exchange between Mrs. Washington and Lilith, Emily leaned in and whispered into Lilith's ear, reminding her, “Remember, Lilith, he's your future brother-in-law. It's important to be on good terms with everyone in the family.”