Novel & Cerita Books For Moms With Sons

I hated this house before I even stepped through the front door. It’s one of those glass-and-steel mansions that feels more like a museum than a home. Cold. Empty. Expensive. Just like the man who bought it. My mom thinks I’m here because I want to "bond." That’s the word she kept using in her emails. Bonding. In reality, I’m only here because if I skipped this trip, I’d be the "difficult daughter" for the rest of the year. My mom has been singing about this camping trip for months. A one-day road trip, two days in the woods. Sounds like a dream if you like nature; sounds like a nightmare when you have to do it with Draco and his son.

"Though it seems he wasn't quite as clever as he thought." I sank onto the sofa, "It's almost over, isn't it?" I asked softly. "This chapter of our lives." Mom sat beside me, taking my hand in hers. "Yes," she said simply. "And then we begin the next one. With these two." She placed her other hand on my bump, just as one of the twins delivered a particularly enthusiastic kick. "They're fighters," she observed. "Like their mother." "And their grandmother," I added. Mom smiled, a genuine one this time. "Yes. Strong women run in this family, and these boys will be raised to respect that strength."

"What are you doing here mom?" Ryan asked with anger noticeable in his voice. "Ain't I allowed to pay my son and his baby mama a visit?" She asked, pretending to be nice "We've been managing ourselves all this time as you can see, so you can take your leave" Ryan uttered and was about to walk out angrily when his mom's voice stopped me "You don't walk out on your mother, young man. Where are your courtesies?" She scolded "Your presence isn't welcome here, so kindly take your leave coz I'm sure you have a lot of work at hand to do" Ryan fired back

I however felt a sense of comfort, knowing that I had a support system of strong, compassionate women by my side. Alpha Ryan's mother continued, a playful twinkle in her eye. "And, my dear, don't forget to indulge in a bit of mischief and laughter along the way. Parenthood isn't just about responsibilities; it's about nurturing the spirit of joy within yourself and your child." She changed the topic.

"Mommy always said to not back down from bullies." Again, I stop the laugh that wants to escape as pride surges through me. My son would never deal with what I did, and if someone even tried to bring him down, he wouldn’t allow it. "Your mommy is right about that," Atlas agrees. "But I’m not a bully." "You bullied Uncle Duncan," Aiden counters, continuing to not back down. "That makes you one, doesn’t it, mommy?" As he speaks, he turns his gaze to mine, and I let a smile spread across my face.

TITLE: My Mom & I Introduction: Busty mom and well-hung son go on a cross country road trip. Hi Guys, This story describes the adventures of a busty mom and her well-hung son, both of them blessed with incredible sexual endurance. If that's not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere—I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Please note: This story contains a lot of erotic scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Enjoy.... ********* "Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?" Hal Preston asked his wife and son.

The boys froze. Ash scowled. "Mom, you serious?" "Do I LOOK like I'm joking?" Bruce got red. "You're dumping us—for Elise?!" "Don't pin this on Elise," I said. "You three snakes don't deserve to be called my sons." Clint clenched his teeth. "Fine. But don't come crawling back later! Who's gonna take care of you when you're old? Women without sons always end up miserable!" I tapped my chin. "Good reminder. Guess I should save more for myself."

How much more pathetic could she ever get? A/N// This book had been running around my head for a while now, but I never wanted to write it since the romance between a stepmother and a stepson seemed so forbidden. And it all sounded so damn hard… But I’m giving it a shot…I hope you guys will like it… If you don’t like this trope, I’d suggest you move on because it’ll only get worst from here on…Don’t stay and then blame me for writing something you aren’t comfortable with!

She looked at my mom, joy on her face at the thought. Despair ripped through my body. My mom took my hand, squeezing it in hers. I was grateful for my mom’s reaction, allowing her to hold my hand, feeling comforted by it as if I were a kid again. Even when I was at my worst, my mom never gave up on me, always trying to push through to me. I didn’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for her. “Let’s not rush our sons. They’re going to be really busy soon, and there’s plenty of time to start families,” my mom said.

“Even though Mother didn’t say it out loud but when she said I should talk senses into your head, this is what she meant; Mother wants a large family. She wants her two sons to visit her with grandchildren not pets. Dogs are a cute thing to have, but as her only biological son, Mother expects you to have a child. It is non negotiable. Except you want to make her unhappy and unable to brag when she goes home to her loud siblings, I suggest you think of ways to make a baby. I hope these few points of mine are enough sense to you…” “Shut up, Navy!” Lumbar laughed, avoiding eye contact, but I knew I had made an attempt.