Doting Mother Novels & Stories

She realized that staying any longer would get her nothing, so she spat out one last threat, “Jonathan, you’ll regret this.” After that, she took the fruit basket from the floor in defeat and left the ward. David was still angry as he watched her retreat. “Trash! She actually thought she was some sort of prize, and she still has the guts to pester you. “Jonathan, don’t get all soft on her. It’s best to cut off a mommy’s girl like her as soon as possible.” Then, he turned his anger toward me. “And you, did you carry all of this alone? That’s insane!

I heard her voice, soft and hopeful. "Would you... wish to spend a night with me? A sleepover?" I couldn't believe it. I pushed the door open so hard it banged against the wall. There they were. My mother, standing in just a towel. Her body shape was all over the place. It's not fair that a fifty- year- old woman still has standing breasts and a huge ass. And there was Leo, standing by the door, looking at her. "Mom, can't you go for guys your own age?" I shouted, my voice shaking. "Can't you leave him for us young ones? Don't you have any shame?"

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

“Did I do something?” “No. No I’m sorry, mommy just worries too much.” I will say that my mother was one of the most beautiful women that I knew! She had the darkest black hair and the most greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. When I looked at them, they reminded me of the forest. She was also very tall for a girl, she says that she is 5’10. She had a beautiful singing voice that sounded like a chorus singing at the same time. She was also very strong and very fast. She always kept up with me when we played together. Even though she had a lot of chores, she always made time to play with me. In a way, you could say that my mom was also my best friend but also scowled at me on occasion when I did wro

"I wonder who do you like to be your daughter-in-law? A person who knows how to ruin somebody's future? A sweet-type? A victim-role player? Or--" "How impertinent!" Todd's mom rose up and suddenly splashed water on me. "Godmother!" Finally, the best actress came into the scene. She supported the woman's shaking body. Everyone around was looking intensely at us. I raised my hand to stop Todd from helping me. "Is that how your parents taught you?" She pointed her finger on my face. "Todd! Is this the woman you wanted to be the mother of your child? Impertinent! ill-mannered!"

“Why are you still in bed at this time of the day? Do you want me to drag you out and hit your ass?” “Ha, Mom.” “Get out of bed now,” she bellows. “You can’t keep wasting time, or you’ll regret it.” “No Mom. I’m sorry. It hurts.” I try to put on a scene. Almost crying, “I’m sorry, Mother.” “Oh, my goddess, did I hurt you, baby?” She asks. “Let me see. Show me where it hurts.” I know Mother is the best. She is devoted to her pups and never causes us harm. She is our guardian and mentor. She shields us from our father whenever he wants to hit us.

“Come on, dear, before you give yourself an aneurysm.” “I’m not letting this fucker inside my house—” “Come along, dear,” Mom says to Thorton, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?” “A glass of water would be great.” “Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims. Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?” In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom.

"No… No, she'll definitely come back!" After leaving the Sharp Teeth pack, I arrived at the Black Rose pack, which was several times larger. My father, Samson Smith, brought a large entourage to the docks to greet me. "My daughter, you've finally come home!" he said emotionally, his lips trembling. Even after a very long time, he didn't dare take a step forward. He was afraid that what he saw was only an illusion. My mother was weeping uncontrollably. She touched my arm and looked me over from head to toe. She said, "My sweet girl, you must've suffered so much! From today onward, we won't let anyone bully you ever again!"

He couldn't ignore her in this critical moment. Matthew's mother, Mrs. Ruth Udochi was beautiful, classy-looking, fair in complexion, chubby with a small layer of fat around her neck and arm regions. She was almost stout and held a pair of dull brown eyes but she was also very lively and had a soft voice. She was staring so intently at Doris, it was like she had a feeling that the woman before her was not her actual daughter-in-law. "Tell us, how did you meet our son?" She suddenly spoke.

I give her a knowing smile, and while I lightly apply makeup, I continue my story. "Then mom goes to Passione Proibita to give orders for hours until some meddler tells dad that his wife is there and that there are several guys hovering around her like vultures. Then dad rushes out like a bat out of hell to find her, and when they get home, they have a great time." I say the last part with a slight shiver. "Yelizaveta! Did your mother teach you that, or are you spying on your parents?" Aunt Melike asks, half amused, half annoyed.