Enmeshed Relationship Mother-son Novels & Stories

His mother lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head. “So let me get this straight,” she says, clearly baffled. “Two people can be intimate, but not have a relationship? What happened to this generation?” Jason drops his face into his hands, muttering something that sounds like a prayer. I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or vanish into thin air. “I don’t get it,” his mother continues, shaking her head like she’s genuinely trying to understand. “In my day, you either were something or you weren’t. This.....” she waves a hand between us, “.....this in-between business makes no sense.”

The plane sits on the tarmac with its roof torn open and its cabin lights still on and its music still playing to an empty cabin. I stop. Look at the plane. Look at the sky. Look at my son in my arms and my mate beside me. Edward is next. I spent six years letting him control my life. I spent months being careful, being diplomatic, being the Alpha who doesn't use his power because he's afraid of becoming his father. But I'm not my father. My father uses power to destroy. I use it to protect. And I am done being careful. We drive home. Mason falls asleep in the back seat with his head on Emily's lap. She strokes his hair and watches the city lights pass and doesn't speak. The bond hums betwee

He explained why. "You can't just end my and Safira's relationship like that." She simply nodded. "All right, then sit down and finish your snack; you're just buddies, so don't get too involved!" As a mother, she must guide her son in the proper direction. Bharat returned while putting his cell phone aside. Bryan and Cynthia were staring at each other with deep eyes when he noticed them. "What's the matter?" He inquired, taken aback by the tension between this mother and son.

He nodded in confirmation. “Yeah, so I can’t exactly pick him up and pamper him,” he said. That made me laugh, and he spoke again after a moment. “He’s very attached to his mom, so we don’t see each other much, but whenever we can, we end up meeting,” he shared. I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder, stroking his arm. I could see how difficult his relationship with his son was. “I get it. Do you think I’d get along with your son?” I asked, and he laughed and replied.

Through their bond, they shared perfect certainty in each other. The celebration continued around them, but for a moment, their little family existed in their own world of connection. Thomas's eyes drifted closed, secure in the love surrounding him. His tiny hand held his mother's finger while his other maintained contact with his father's chest. "I love you," Matthew murmured against Sarah's hair. "Both of you. More than life itself." "We love you too," she replied, feeling their son's sleepy agreement through maternal bonds. "Our perfect healer. Our heart's choice."

I nod then sigh and I run my hand down my face. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore, Mom." She gives me that smile that only a mom can before taking my hands in hers. "You're denying yourself your destiny. You're denying yourself the chance of a beautiful relationship. You're denying yourself a chance to add more children to your family and you're denying your mate the same. That's what you're doing!" As always she's blunt and straight to the point. I may be an Alpha but when it comes to my mom she's just that... my mom and I love her for it. She treats me like her Alpha when it is required but the rest of the time I'm her son and she's not afraid to tell me how it is or how much of an assh

"You are getting married to Damien McMillan, the eldest son of the McMillan family," My mother said to me with full authority, her eyes piercing through mine. It didn't sound like she was asking for my opinion or approval, Instead, the look in her eyes gave me this threat that if I dared object or say a word, that would be the end of me. But, oh, right, I was a mute. I couldn't speak or say a word even if I wanted to.

"I asked her, 'Mum, why are you talking like that now? He's one of the reasons you're lying here. If only he had given you attention, maybe your condition wouldn't have worsened.'" Tears streamed down my face as I recalled her response. "'Common boy, this is a fight between me and your father. I've always told you not to get involved in our fights. So, even if I don't come back alive, be an obedient boy.'" I took a deep breath, struggling to contain my emotions. "She knew her time was running out, and she was still worried about me, about my relationship with him. I felt so helpless, Henry. I couldn't do anything to save her."

"My mother wasn’t in good health. She didn’t spend much time with me. Most of the time, she stayed in her room. She even slept in a separate room from my father." "Your mother and father… didn’t have a good relationship?" Sonnet couldn't help but ask. "I heard that in the first few years of their marriage, the two were quite close. It was not long after she gave birth to me that my mother suddenly fell seriously ill. After that, she changed completely. She was quiet and always liked to stay in her room. My father loved my mother deeply, so he had always accommodated her. However, my mother's illness fluctuated for more than ten years."

Mother and son. Neither of us blames the other for anything. We have always just been mother and son. Riley and Esme are siblings and boy do they act like it sometimes. I swear I can get whiplash because of their moods. One day they are so close that you would swear they are twins.