Books For Moms With Sons Novels & Stories

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

I started fucking myself hard to the exact rhythm of their filthy fucking through the wall. Every time their bed slammed against the wall with a loud thump, I slammed the thick toy balls-deep into my hungry pussy. Every time Mom screamed “Harder, Daddy!”, I imagined Marcus growling those same words directly into my ear as he destroyed me. “You like this cock, baby? You like Daddy stretching that tight little pussy while your mom is right down the hall, clueless and getting fucked by the same dick?”

"Respect me, I'm your mother!" "The one who doesn't want to see me happy and who simply put it in her head, since nothing proves that he really is her son." "I only want the best for you and I'm not going crazy!" “Guys, this is not the time to fight, we need to be strong and unique because my son will need it.”

Hopefully, by the time we are done here, she will have forgotten and moved on to one of the cartoons her brothers couldn’t watch last night. “Okay,” she sighs, ushering her brothers forward. She’s like a little ringleader with them, they listen better to her than they do to me. Hell, they simply don’t like me enough. “I just wanted to tell them about it, Daddy.” “Well, if there is one place to discuss death, it’s here,” I say with a smirk. “So props to you for having better timing this time, unlike every other time.” “Boys, stop running!” she commands, but they don’t. My sons are just about as free-spirited as their mother was when we first met. Every menacing antic is all Thalia growing up,

Ryder says, his voice just as intense as Reece’s. Mom steps away from the four of us glaring at me for a second before walking over to Curtis who has been watching the scene unfold. “Are you just going to let them talk to me like that?” My mom asks, her voice breaking. Curtis clears his throat. “I am proud of my sons for standing up for their new sister. No mom should ever lay a hand on their child. I don’t care what they say or do. Violence is never the answer.” Wow, I honestly wasn’t expecting him to say that. I figured he was going to take mom’s side. All of my mom’s boyfriends always took mom’s side. No matter what she did to me or said to me.

POV: Lena Moretti I found the books on his nightstand on a Monday. I wasn't snooping. I was looking for a phone charger I'd left in the living room and wandered past his open door and there they were. Three of them. Stacked in order of thickness. "What to Expect When You're Expecting." "The Birth Partner." And a thinner one called "New Father's Survival Guide" with a sticky note marking a chapter about the first six weeks.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

“I know it’s very hard to replace the attention of a mother who abandoned them, but according to the reviews this book has many tips that really help parents get closer to their kids when the other parent left the family.” I can practically feel the rage radiating from my twin, and I see his jaw tightening as he stares at me. He’s never been stupid and immediately understood what’s going on. “You’ll learn a lot about your little troublemakers if you use the methods and practices described there. It’s especially important for you and Soli, because girls aren’t always open about their problems with their dad,” Ann tries sincerely to help, and once again I fall in love with my bright angel. God

I picked up groceries, stopped by the hardware store to get wall hooks for the baby monitor, and then—on a whim—walked into the local bookstore. I hadn’t been inside in over a year. The bell above the door chimed, and the scent of old paper hit me like a memory. The place hadn’t changed much. Still cramped, still charming. Floor-to-ceiling shelves, a mismatched armchair in the corner. I wandered until I reached the parenting section. There were too many titles. Too many opinions. I almost turned away. Then I saw one tucked on the end of a lower shelf: “Letters to My Child: A Father’s Journal.”

My mom placed a hand on his arm and murmured something to him that had him sighing. "The former Alpha's sons" I said softly. Not looking at his face, because I already knew what I would see there. Stone cold rage. "Take me to them" his voice was quiet, dangerously so. Which never meant anything good, for me or anyone else. "Dear, just wait a minute" my mom said soothingly. "This is good, she found her mates, and we can unite the packs so Red River is no longer a threat. If these boys truly didn't want to fight maybe there are more like them within the pack?" Yes! Way to go mom! Appeal to his logic, make it seem great, something good for the pack.