Friend Mom Novels & Stories

It was a message from my mom, waiting for me to read it. Mom: Megan has returned. Son, we must extend our support to her. Her time abroad hasn't been kind. Despite everything, she’s still a friend. She confided in me that her lover mistreated her, even neglecting to provide for her basic needs. If possible, please consider buying a gift or something that could make her feel better.

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

From Mom: Alright, I respect your decision. Don't worry about your Dad, he's just worried about you. If you need something, call us okay? We won't cut your cards. Suddenly, my mood lightened because of my Mom's reply. I'm still thankful that Mom is not mad at me. She's the best, they're the best parents for me. I'm so lucky to have them. I eventually type a reply. To Mom: Aren't you mad at me, Mom?

And I’m really not, but how the hell am I gonna turn down my mom’s cooking? “I could eat,” I say. The smile she gives me could light up the damn universe. “Make me your favorite, Mom.” She turns back to the kitchen, already pulling ingredients. Dad claps me on the back, pride beaming from his eyes. She makes chicken parm with pasta, cucumber salad, and homemade German chocolate cake. It’s a feast. I try to protest, say I’d rather sit with her, but I can tell—this is how she shows love. As she cooks, Dad and I talk. About my medical training. Painting. Books. Music. He asks, she jumps in. We talk about me—my life. All of it.

My mom says in shock. “Yeah, that’s okay mom? If not I ca-” I say embarrassed. Mom stops chopping the tomatoes, comes over to me, and hugs me. “Are you not mad?” I ask her, confused. “Why would I be mad? They’re your friends.” My mom says with pride written all over her face. “It doesn’t matter who they are.” “Thank you mom”. I say while a warm sensation of happiness engulfs me. “Hey my love, I’m home early.” We hear dad coming over from the living room.

mom remarks “I’m just here to see if anything can help, any clue or anything and besides I don’t have to go to work everyday, i don’t even have to work at all, I do it because I love it” “And now that your other love is missing?” Mom asks, questioning me more with her eyes than her words

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

I enjoyed my time with mom so much because i never got to feel this. "So klara baby you hungry?" Mom asked while i dont know what now she was purchasing. "Yes mommy please can we go" i said giving her my puppy dog eyes. She just chuckled and we left. We got into McD and a guard ordered our food , mom and i talked so much and enjoyed a lot , i told mom so much about my myself like i am very good at football, then i love to paint , i love hamsters, i have best friend sarah and all.

he muttered as he bounced his head, a frown playing between his eyebrows. He looked visibly angry, but as I was about to sidestep him, my aunt appeared. She was the reason I rushed back home. She must have been worried since I hadn't shown up for almost three days. I tried to look composed as she walked into the living room. Aunt Hannah had been my only family member since the death of my parents. Being my mom's older sister, I saw my mother in her sometimes, and it was all the comfort I needed. "Welcome. Where have you been?" she asked, her gaze watching me from top to bottom and back up again.