Funny Motherhood Stories Novelas e Histórias

“Yeah.” “Do you have a favorite birth story?” “Hmm. Yes. It was their second pup, and dad was freaking out just as badly, if not worse than he had during the first one, according to mom. He just could not calm down. No matter how hard any of us tried. I guess mom had had enough. She looked his straight in the eye, and asked him if he enjoyed sex. Of course he said yes. She told him if he didn’t chill the hell out that he would be having sex with his hand for the rest of his life. I was clueless at the time, but every last person in that room bust up laughing. Needless to say dad groveled, and calmed down. When they came in for pup number three, I had already been at the hospital keeping an e

"Yeah, you did. Right after you told me to check his finger for a ring then rip his clothes off if he's not taken" Her mom's laughter could be heard by the couple in the next table, "Then the 'stay away from guys with baby mamas' rule. We don't need the drama that comes with that". Sreya had to laugh. "Your role as a mom was so hit and miss" "Oh my God. I know". A moment passed and her mom's eyes watered.

“Thanks, Mum.” She smiled back. “God, I hate Zion,” she muttered suddenly. I snorted, and within seconds, we were both laughing. “I hate him too,” I chimed in. “Remember when we went broke and ran out of toothpaste? And he was like, what do we need toothpaste for? Just mash some charcoal and use that?” Mom burst out laughing louder, wiping tears from her eyes. “Oh! Oh my God. Or when the water ran out and he said we should bathe in the river—THE RIVER—when people were literally drinking from it?”

Their lives weren't as horrible as mine and I am glad. "There is much to know, Abel. I doubt that you have time to hear it all now," Mother replies. "And I too am curious about all the stories I have heard. We would need a day to tell it all." The Stories she has heard, I wonder how many are good, and how many are as bad as my life has been before now. "What have you heard?" I ask. A smirk curves on her lips. "About you and the Empress, so much that I doubt it all can be -"

he kissed her temple. “Precious, can you tell me about your mommy?” For the next twenty minutes, Precious told Dr. Rivera all about the things her mother had done to her while she was alive for the six months prior to her death. From locking her in the toy box, to smacking her backside, to making her go entire days without eating because the witch mommy liked fat kids and she wanted to make sure she was too skinny for the witch to steal, the stories grew more and more absurd.

“Their body was shrunken to almost nothing, bones jutting out of skin and completely devoid of any moisture. Even the blood in their veins dry up and leave them as hard as wood. However, there were some unfortunate ones who got pregnant and they ended up in a far worse state. Instead of dying at once, they died slowly, painfully as the devil’s spawn inside them fed on their life force and then they ate their way out of the mother’s womb.” “Alright mom, that all I need to know. Thanks for creeping me out.” I shuddered, dangerously close to a panic attack. And then my mother burst out laughing, causing my jaw to hit the ground. “Mom!” I whined, the icy grip around my heart disappearing as a wa

she went on. “We are both tired, as well, Mom. See? We aren’t your biological sons.” Josh couldn’t resist joking, earning him an eye roll from his mother. “Do you get as tired as women, though? They both wore eight-inched high heels the entire day. “Besides, what’s the point of telling me that? What, do you want them to give you a massage in return? In your dreams, maybe,” their mother said with a snort at her own joke.

Riley turns to me regretfully, “My mother was many things. Well-adjusted wasn't one of them. There was something wrong with Mary mentally. She didn't see the world as it was, and for a long time she told stories about my father, some rogue prince who loved her and was coming back for her when he was done fighting dragons.” She smiled sadly, “I believed it for so long that when I was 9 I actually told it to my classmates. It was only when they laughed that I realised the story was a fable, and worse, my mother was possibly mad. I asked her that day, angrier than I ever had been at her, and in tears she told me the truth; that she had drugged and raped a man who was out drinking with his colle

I even wondered if she had really gone mad. "You treated me the same way too when I was little, no?" Mom suddenly stopped laughing. The memories of her childhood, as described by her, became fragmented and cruel. It turned out that when Mom was a child, my grandfather eloped with someone else because Grandma couldn't give birth to a son. During that time, Grandma must have lost her sanity and would beat and scold Mom every day. Therefore, in Mom's memory, giving birth to a daughter was a misfortune, and keeping a husband was an instinct all women had.

Fucking family unity. I didn't work like the stories. Jenn couldn't keep her balance and Dad and I got distracted. Jenn got off and soon after, it was me. "Mom, I'm cumming in your ass." She groaned, "Oh yes, fuck my ass, fill me, baby." Oh, I did. That tight fit and Dad's cock sent me off. I exploded in my mother's butt. Dad moaned, "Oh fuck that's hot. Cummin' baby."