Impregnating Mom Stories Novels & Stories

] "Bright and early tomorrow, we will try again; you will have your morning wood, you will get on board mommy, push it in, pull it out, again and again. Then we will kiss, you will tell me how much you love your mommy. Your big, hard cock will find that entrance to heaven inside of me. Finally, that oversized babymaker of yours will proceed to fill my womb yet again with all of your baby-making sperm. You will have planted all of your potent seed in a warm, moist garden, certain that something will grow from the fertile land you seeded. Sure enough, five or six weeks later, we will do a home test, showing that I am pregnant...with YOUR baby. Soon, my belly will swell. In seven or eight month

"My mom told me this story. A story of a bird who wants to fly, who wants to break the shackles of our world and see the world. But she had to endure a lot of obstacles—," I raise my hand to stop her. "No need to be dramatic. Tell me what happened." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, "Sorry. I write a lot." "Go on." "My mom and Aunt Cara were best friends. My mom was kidnapped by my dad and then she fell in love with that animal. You know Stockholm syndrome and all. Anyway, it didn't go well with her. Aunt Cara was born in this world. She is destined to marry someone her parents decided. That's Elio.

My mom’s willingness to listen hyped me up. And so the longer conversation started. I told her about how I met Flynn, Max, and Conan. I also mentioned to her my friends back in Canada. How much twisted Max’s family story is and she tells me her stories that are similar to my encounters. Now the more I think about it this isn’t a test of greed it is like a love test between me and my mom which isn’t supposed to be tested because a mother’s love has always been there. It will never fade and will even keep on growing. I wonder if that’s how I would have felt if that baby of mine survived. I felt so guilty losing that baby and I never once forgot about it. It's just that, if he or she ever survi

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

I groaned, “Every dream has a purpose darling” Mum has always been superstitious. She’s a Were equivalent of a highly religious human. She gives thanks to the Moon Goddess and believes all the legends and stories, even about True Mates, blessed wolves and all that stuff. She teaches a class for the young pups about our histories and legends. I adore my mum, she’s the greatest one there is. I was just done eating my toast when Cole and Smith came walking into the kitchen, both already dressed and ready to go.

So much behind that closed door that just begs for you to take the time to open it. “Shhh, leave her be. Sophie is just fine once she warms to you, stop teasing her.” My mom throws me a warning glare and tends to brewing coffee for us. She’s like Jake in that respect, coffee addicted and has about forty different types to gush over every day. I can take it or leave it. I get the message though; this one is a personal case. My mom rarely takes a kid to heart unless it’s something really bad. I double glance at her and get that horrible gut ache that brings up instant anger, twisting heaviness and a tightness in my chest. The last kid my mom was this close with, his dad had been sodomizing him

She marveled at the way her strength had grown, expanding like the gentle ripples of a pond. And then, on a quiet night, in the glow of the moon's gentle caress, Marvis's world transformed. The cries of her newborn filled the air, erasing all traces of solitude and birthing a love so fierce, that it eclipsed the darkness that had once consumed her. In that precious moment, as she held her child close, Marvis knew that she had embarked on her most challenging and rewarding journey yet - the journey of motherhood.

Emily POV Imagine planting a seed and watching it grow—from the first green shoots fighting to break though the earth, to the colorful flowers popping their buds as the roots become stronger and colonise their place in the dirt. My mom used this analogy once when I asked her what it was like having kids. It was one of the few tender moments we shared as mother and child. Being the nurturing kind wasn’t her strong point. But then again, neither was being a parent.

I informed her and she listened without interrupting. "But mum, I love Drake more than Sex." I said sadly and she poked my cheeks softly before cupping them into her hands. "I'm sorry darling. Sometimes life gives you a rock and you have to accept it and live with it." She said cryptically and I didn't follow up. "What do you mean?" I asked, raising a brow. "Should I tell you a story?" She questioned slyly and I sighed heavily. "Sure, yes." I said. My mother's story was filled with moral lessons and I felt that they were stories of her life that she wanted me to learn from.