Funny Motherhood Stories の小説・ストーリー

Mom says, laughing. “After the second one, I don’t even care if Lorenzo confuses anything anymore, after all, what’s soap in your hair compared to a good cum shot…” My mother-in-law says and laughs. “Look at the madness! What a thing! Do you want to traumatize me? I'm going to start talking about bitching too! You bastards!” I say ordering the whole damn thing and continuing.” Let’s go in, we have a lot of things to do, and no talking about naughty things in front of me, crazy people!” I speak and they both come in laughing, it's each other in this life.

” My mother smiles and says, “ Let us change a topic. You do not seem happy. What's up?” I smile embarrassedly. “ I... I do not know what to say. It is a pretty long story.” My mother kisses me on the forehead as if I am a baby. “It is OK, honey. Your mother always has enough time for you and your long stories.You do not have to be logical as if you are making a report. You can say whatever you want to say and whatever you think of. Mom always wants to listen to your stories.”

Emerald became the main topic of gossip in the neighborhood too. In the past, she liked to exaggerate and flaunt her “generosity” and “wealth.” But I had exposed her. When people saw her lately, they could not resist taking jabs at her. “Look, it’s Emerald. She used to brag about giving her son-in-law an 880,000-dollar wedding gift. It turned out to be only 8,800 dollars. What a joke!” “She even encouraged her daughter to attack the man. Now, he’s paralyzed. What a disaster!”

Mona said, adding to the spirit of our conversation. I felt warmed by their jokes. “Yeah, maybe I can ask for the recipe too. Who knows, it might replace my cooking once in a while,” I said, looking at them hopefully. “At least if I don’t feel strong enough to cook, we’ll have something delicious to eat.” During breakfast, we continued to chat, sharing stories and laughter. The small talk not only helped me distract myself from the pain, but also strengthened our bond amidst the new circumstances of motherhood.

Because somehow I realized how much I did not know my mom. I knew my mother as Luna. As a leader. As an icon. But not as a young girl. Not as a friend. But as a daughter. For a whole hour after that, Mara recounted tales. Short tales. Tales which were amusing of my Mom and Dad. Tales which wouldn't make the history books. Tales of how my mother sneaked out of class. Tales of my parents racing each other in the forest. Of my mom climbing up the tree and refusing to get down.

He was letting her get away with it, as always. Dad leaned back in his chair, grinning. “You remember the first time your mother tried to cook for me after we mated?” Mom groaned, tossing a bread roll at his head. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, Xavier, if you tell that story—” But he was already laughing, deep and rich. “Burnt the meat so bad it could’ve been used as a weapon. I swear my teeth nearly cracked.” The table erupted. Even Karen—shy, hesitant Karen—let out a soft laugh, her fingers pressed to her lips like she wasn’t sure she was allowed.

Relatives kept praising her for raising a daughter who studied overseas. Nobody mentioned I was the one paying for it. When I was three months pregnant, Mom stayed at the Brighton estate for a week. Those seven days were a nightmare. One time, Bruce poured me a glass of water, and Mom immediately sneered. "Look at you. You're pregnant, not disabled. Acting like a princess already? You can't even pour your own water?" After meals, I cleaned the dishes while she sat nearby eating snacks. "Wow. Now you know how to work hard? Where was this before?"

mom said half jokingly and half seriously. "Don't worry mom I'll keep snow in check.And ooh I better go get ready he comes ."I said going upstairs when I heard mom say"it's a they not a he."I stopped in my tracks when I heard that."what the Fuck mom? how many men are you engaged to?"I blurted out as mom started laughing."these isn't funny mom."I said giving mom an am not joking look "oh dear,am only marrying one man and his is coming with his son.you're gonna a big brother baby."mom literally squiered.i just stared at her just dumbfounded at what she just said

We ate the rich chocolate cake and my mother did all the talking while she shared embarrassing stories about my childhood. She told Kyle about the time I tried to ride a stray dog like a horse when I was five years old and I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. "Mom, please do not tell him about the dog," I groaned while hiding my hot face behind my hands. "Why not?" she laughed while serving another scoop of ice cream onto Kyle's plate. "He needs to know what kind of wild child he is dating." Kyle laughed at the story and he actually looked relaxed while he ate his sweet dessert.

Their mother used to cook on Sunday mornings even though they had a full kitchen staff, because she said food tasted different when it was made by someone who loved you. Their father used to pretend he couldn't find his reading glasses every single evening so their mother would come and look for them. She always found them. They were always exactly where he'd left them. She never called him on it. I laughed at that one. Actually laughed, surprised out of me, and the sound of it in that room felt strange and new and good. Abel added details that made Henry's stories funnier. He had a gift for it, the perfectly placed extra line, the small absurd detail that reframed everything. I laughed twic