Doting Mother Novels & Stories

I hissed, glaring at her while holding my hand. “Didn't you see me walking in? Why didn't you greet me?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips. “You're such a rude woman. No wonder why your mother-in-law can't stand you.” I mumbled under my breath. “Well, the feeling's mutual.” “What did you say?!” I let out a sigh before turning to the woman. Dorothy was a housewife who relied on her husband's wealth to feel revelant in the elite society. She wasn't smart or hardworking, but always followed other people's plans and ended up being the scape goat most of the time.

‘It seems to really respond to a mother’s touch. Sweet Jesus! The over-endowed MILF was talking dirty and everything! This cock-crazy mama was sure as hell nothing like the typical mothers of the girls I dated; they were usually thick-waisted broads with prison-issue haircuts, Anita Backer, and as much sex appeal as Mrs Claus.

Her mother searched for her through the crowd while she watched in amusement, she rushed down immediately, pushing through the crowds and to her mother who she hadn’t seen in a while. Barb Goodman, who had been searching for her daughter saw her approaching with open hands trying to initiate a hug. She opened her hands immediately and pulled her daughter into a warm embrace, Arlene pulled away a bit, and her mum patted her fluttering hair to the side and tucked them at the back of her ear. Barb took her daughters handbag and swung it on her shoulder while they walked towards the car.

I gently caress my stomach and whisper, “This is it, babies. I’m finally getting the wedding I’ve always wanted.” Dotty smiles and wraps her arm around my shoulders as she looks down at my stomach. “Kiddos, your mommy is finally getting everything she deserves. Not only is your daddy giving her the gorgeous wedding she deserves, but he has agreed to stay here with us.” Her mother lightly slaps her shoulder. “Stop hugging her. You are going to wrinkle her wedding dress.”

It was strange having someone my age as a stepdad. Filled with enthusiasm, Mom prepared a feast. Bryan had the beverages covered, and I recalled it was the same drink he tried to feed my mother that afternoon. “You’ve been busy, babe. Have something to drink.” Bryan handed Mom a drink. My skin crawled when he called Mom “babe”. The whole thing was just so bizarre. To give Mom and Bryan some space, I finished my dinner quickly and went to my room. While I was changing my clothes, Bryan opened the door to my bedroom.

"You're here." "I'm here, love. I'm right here." Mitchell pressed his hand to her cheek, her whole body shaking with suppressed sobs. He turned his head slightly and his eyes found Daggy. "Baby girl, come closer." Daggy moved to the other side of the bed, still holding Britty's hand. "I'm here, Daddy." "Take care of your mother," he said, each word an effort. "And that beautiful granddaughter of mine. Don't let anyone hurt them."

But the gates stood tall, magnificent and defiant, allowing passage only to the honored guests and the packs. KNOCK… KNOCK. We all turned as the door opened and my mother walked in, wearing a stunning black gown that radiated strength and elegance. She looked every bit the powerful woman she was. Her eyes softened the moment they landed on me, brimming with emotion. She lifted a hand to her mouth, trying to hold back tears. I smiled and embraced her. She cupped my face, her touch gentle, and whispered with a warm smile, “I wish you a lifetime of happiness, dear.”

Ahhh so it was Doreen that slapped mother, I wonder what gave that woman such power to raise her hand to the member of a Juhani. "I will do it over and over again until you tell me how my child came to live in this house," Doreen glared as tears rolled down her cheeks, "How did my daughter Tycelyn come to live in this house?!!" She cried out of frustration. how dare she call me her child?!! she calling me her child make me feel disgusted at myself. "Who do you think you are? I do not owe you any answer, get that into your thick skull," Mother said calmly. One thing about her mother was she was always calm and collected no matter the situation.

"Am I capable of being a good mother? Can I provide all the love and care that a child deserves?" Dorian's gaze softened, a tender understanding shining in his eyes. With a reassuring smile, he gently cupped my cheek, his touch sending a wave of warmth coursing through me. "Eden, my love, you have a heart that overflows with kindness and compassion," he whispered, his words a balm to my uncertainties. "I have no doubt that if the time comes, you would be an extraordinary mother. Together, we would navigate this new chapter and create a loving home for our child." His words struck a chord deep within me, stirring a mixture of hope and excitement. The weight of my doubts began to lift, replace

"You know, I had a vision of your future just right before you were born. She won't give you quite the trouble that your mother gave me, but these women aren't ever simple, are they? No, they aren't and that's what makes them so exciting, isn't it? But, not to worry, my son. She is a fine woman just the same." With his soft, plump cheeks resting on his balled up fists, Drago yawned and whimpered as the vibrations from his fathers voice stopped soothing him as he slept. Damien clicked his tongue through his teeth. "So sorry, you're so used to hearing your mother talk so much that you don't like the quiet, do you? Well, I'll keep you company as long as you wish. I wanted to take you around and