Hot Mom Story Novels & Stories

"Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!" Wow. He really had an excuse ready for everything. Suppressing a laugh, I just smirked. "So, what finally got you to snap out of it?" Henry's face twisted, something dark flashing in his eyes. "That woman... she's nuts! "She only got close to me because my kidneys were a match for her daughter, who has renal failure! "She acted all sweet to get me to donate one. And when I refused, she had me kidnapped to take it by force!"

" I listened to her complaints quietly while scoffing in my heart. Last week? Just last week, Dad had bought her a gold chain necklace, and she'd even proudly shown it off to her bridge club members when she saw them. She'd flaunted, saying that she'd bought the necklace with her own private stash of cash. "And yesterday, too!" Mom continued, sniffling harder. "I just asked him for some buffalo wings, and he threw his fork at me, yelling at me for wasting money on food!" But Dad had been away on a business trip yesterday and only came home at the crack of dawn. I reached out and lightly patted Mom on the back. "Mom, you're going to get sick if you keep crying like this," I said. Mom then gra

“She can be loud and a little annoying sometimes… but she’s proven again and again how much we mean to her. I’ve seen her cry for us. No matter what we do, she never gives up. She keeps choosing us… over and over again. So maybe… it’s time I choose this home.” “So you’re choosing Charlene over your own mother?” “My mom?” he said quietly. “She left us for someone else. She doesn’t know how much we’ve been through… how much Dad has been through. I don’t hate her… but I don’t want to live with her either.” --- I didn’t know what I was supposed to feel. Happy… or heartbroken for Monica. Because no matter what she did, hearing your own children choose someone else… must hurt. ---

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.

You don't know anything! Me: give me my phone back She swiped on it and must have gone to my gallery. I forgot mom knew my password APPLES Mom : idiot! You took so many pictures with her! This isn't ordinary. What is going on between the both of you I sighed She slapped me Mom: tell me! Me: I love her Mom: what? Andy! Her face turned teary. Now she's taking this too far Mom: are you courting her? Because these pictures are way out of ordinary

her mom said, “I can never reconcile with him, If I like, I might give birth to ten different men, It Is not new on earth,” Fathia said, “Please, give them chance, let them come to visit you, let's settle the matter once and for all,” her mom said, “Mom, do you like seeing me alive?“ Fathia asked, “how do you mean?“ her mom asked, “he Is too rough In bed, I can't continue with him,” Fathia said,

It never crossed her mind for once that Oleg can cheat on her, even worse, he picked her stepmother of all women. Her handbag fell from her hand and her tears blinded her vision. Her stepmother, Polina covered her body in shame and buried her head under the duvet. Polina felt ashamed and embarrassed whereas, Asa's husband, Oleg stepped down from the bed and walked up to her, "Asa, I know you will find out someday. I never really love you, it's your sweet, beautiful young stepmom I love."

His voice trembles, maybe what happened yesterday put him also on the edge. “Why would I leave you here, you are my son and I will not do that.” I ungrasp his hand to my thigh and carry him, “don’t think like that, I love you more than myself, you are my world and the reason why I’m still alive so that thing will never happen.” He put his arms around my neck and hug me tightly, “I love you to mom, I don’t want anyone but you.” Zafer who just got out of his room look at us confused, “what is happening here, are you crying kid?” He walks closer to us, “come to me, your mom is cooking.” He said and pull him from my arms.

Bodyguards and workers are always there but who's gonna inform them cause mom is someone who'll start panicing and her mind goes blank if something happens to dad. I agreed on staying over and honestly It has been the best moments of my life since years. Mom showed Nishant's and Zee's childhood pictures and told me about them. Told me her's and dad's love story- start to end and It was so amazing to hear about it from their own point of views. Learnt a new type of love that is existing since years and is probably one of the purest ways of loving. We also talked somethings about the trio- that's maa, Rasila aunty and mom. They have been childhood friends also sisters but not close relations.