Busty Mom Son Novels & Stories

When she opened her eyes, she saw a boy crying while hugging her legs. "Mommy..." he whispered without blinking with tears in his eyes. "W-who are you?" Fisya looked left and right. “Where are your father and mother?” "Mommy..." he whispered with sobs that began to echo. “Oh my… I'm not your mother—” "No! Mom can't be like that! Should not." Fisha took a deep breath. Just to support herself has made her frustrated, especially now that she is no longer working because she was dismissed by her superiors. “Son… I am not your mother—”

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"

I was in bed sleeping like a log of wood after wetting my blue bed sheet with tears, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my son's gentle, slate-blue eyes. He smiled and said,mom, everything will be okay, you still have me, we both have each other. He said, looking like a warrior who survived battle. thank you baby, I said. have you eaten anything yet,he replied like a baby,yeah, I ate some eggs and salad, I asked about Sarah, has she gone back home,he said, yeah she left early this morning.

For them to be here now, there has to be a reason. ‘Is it possible…?’ I wondered then, as a thought came to mind. ‘Have they realized that I didn’t poison Ashley?’ “What do you think you’re doing out here, murderer? After how you nearly killed my mom and left her bedridden! Who gave you the right to leave early?!” How my hopes dashed when I heard those words escape my own son’s mouth, complete with the anger he has on his face, looking at me. “Don’t bully Mommy!” Justin called out, standing in front of me protectively.

Where? This time she replied quickly: [Stop worrying about where the photo came from! The point is she cheated! Why are you so hung up on that.] She was getting anxious. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice input, sending a message directly, "Mom… my heart really hurts. What should I do…" My voice trembled, like I was on the verge of tears. Three seconds later, a voice message came back. She was crying dramatically, her performance flawless. "My poor son! I told you long ago that Emily couldn't be trusted! Rich women are all like this!"

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

and "Mom." "My mom is so good to me. She encourages my art and never pressures me. She takes me on trips and walks all the time. Most of the paintings in this exhibition are about my mom." My son flashed a bright, innocent grin, clinging to the woman's hand with complete trust. At home, he'd never once smiled at me like that. All I ever got was cold indifference and impatience. I'd thought it was because Luke was half-vampire, half-human---that the pressure of being different made him act that way toward me.

“Blood evidence here. Take a sample for comparison.” The officer turned to look at Mom. “Your son has an injury to the back of his head. How do you explain it?” Mom’s fingers twisted together. “The day before yesterday, he wouldn’t listen and I gave him a push. He bumped into the cabinet. He didn’t cry or say it hurt at the time. I thought he was fine.” Dad struggled against the restraints on the coffee table. “He has congenital analgesia! He can’t feel pain! Didn’t you know that?”

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.