Chapter 6 Mother 3 Novels & Stories

She follows behind me, somehow entitled to participate without my consent. A small cabin peaks out from the darkness of the woods. Perhaps cabin is too generous a term for something so small. More a shed than a home. “Rhea, this does not concern you.” The Great Mother says as we reach the door. I hear my mother’s heart rate shift, the only betrayal to her reaction. Her cool mask firmly in place. “As you command, Great Mother.” She says evenly. She glances toward me before turning away.

“This is her second attack today. I am sorry, but your mother’s condition is worsening. Her body is weak. For now, all you can do is pray and give her strength. Talk to her. She might hear you and find the courage to fight. Stay strong, child.” Dr. Mike patted Rhea gently on the shoulder before leaving, leaving her in silence. She stood there trembling, her heart pounding with fear, feeling as though the world had vanished around her. She wondered if she could survive losing her mother, if her prayers would be enough, and how she would face every moment of fear. Each breath felt heavy, and the tears she had just wiped away returned instantly, weighed down by overwhelming emotion.

To win the money for my heart surgery, my mother—a PhD in artificial intelligence—entered a televised quiz show. After answering nine questions correctly, she faced the easiest one: “What does AI stand for?” “Alien Internet,” she answered. Everyone froze. It was the final question, and the prize money was the only thing that could save my life. The host gave her another chance. My family begged her to reconsider. Doctors warned that my heart could stop at any moment. But my mother refused to change her answer. She thought this was the perfect time to teach our family a lesson. She never knew my heart was about to give out. I couldn't wait for her anymore.

Caleb looks like he is ready to shift and tear this place apart. “Your mate, is this a freaking joke?” My mother’s words are scathing. “Who would want her as a mate? Do you realize she is nothing but a murderous tramp?” My face is flaming bright with embarrassment as my mother continues. Eighteen years of hate and anger are pouring out of her like a waterfall.

: **Chapter 3** Three weeks had passed since that first night on the couch and Mom had changed completely. The lonely widow who used to cry in the shower was gone. In her place was a woman who craved her own son’s cock like air. She texted me dirty messages during the day while I was at college. Pictures of her wet pussy in the bathroom at work. Videos of her fingering herself in the car whispering my name. Every night she waited for me like a good little toy.

"Moving on to the third please?" She sighed. "I mean it. Anyway, lastly, one of the three is on to you." "One of the three?" I asked, trying to recollect any memory of 'one of three'. "Yes, the big three. The three mothers of the earth." She said, as if I was to make any sense of her information. "Do stay away from her. Today one of them notices you, tomorrow, two. And the next time, all three of them." She was saying with a big stare of seriousness, then she took off the mask and switched it with a sarcastic one. "Or if you ever live that long, that is. Since your evil twin, as you use to say, is already reporting you to one of the big Mamas, you are much likely going to be dead the next ti

My mother, Vivienne Freeman, was the Donna of Freeman Family. She had her senior engineers develop an advanced lie detector. It looked like a bracelet, and my sister and I each wore one. Whenever I lied, my band flashed red. It could supposedly catch me even when I merely thought about lying. From then on, the band seemed able to read my mind. Even when I kept my mouth shut, it still flashed red. Then Mom would find some way to punish me. I told her countless times that I had never lied, but she refused to believe me. She would not let me question technology she had personally approved. Pointing to my sister's dark band, she demanded to know why it never flashed and why I never told the trut

mom lets out a deep breath and whispers, "We're expecting another set of triplets." I barely restrain myself from cursing out loud, but dad's scream, "I have a magic dick!" Makes me chuckle. "Don't mind him. How are you, Lazarus? Are your brothers still around? I'd hope you boys can get along, or I'll have to go for another visit." I can imagine mom sitting on the couch and cradling her baby bump with a smile on her lips as she speaks. Our mother is a fierce but very delicate and loving woman. Every time she speaks in the tone she's using now, I know she's at ease.

she roars in anger. The game Mother is trying to play is something I know too well. A game of pity! She wants me to feel guilty for her own actions. I wasn't new to this. It’s basically something she gets to do whenever she doesn't want to take responsibility for her actions. Anyway, that’s my least problem. I'm here for something more important. “Mother. Mother. Mother. I'm not here for your pity speech. I just want to know if you killed Alpha Arthur’s Mother.”

Mom immediately cried out, "Yes, honey, cum in my cunt. Breed your mother's pussy!" I moaned louder as I felt my hard cock swell and explode inside her. Mom gave a slight jolt and then cried out in sheer pleasure as her own orgasm hit her. Both of us continued to move against each other as we rode out our orgasms. Mom finally collapsed on my chest exhausted. She turned her head to look at me with a satisfied smile on her face. I trailed my fingers across her forehead and cheeks as I relaxed with her.