Impregnating My Mom Mga Nobela at Kwento

People liked to make you feel even worse about not being a lycanthrope when they could be. “Hey sweetie” I heard my mom say, enveloping me in a hug. I turned towards her, seeing that she was clothed in the white dress from earlier. Except now it was more like beige, seeing that she had dragged it through the dirt while it was strapped to her leg. Some things never seemed to change. My dad came to stand next to her, putting an arm around her. “You okay my flower?” he smiled at me, eyeing the scrape I had gotten from one of the stupid branches.

“Today, I’d like to give special thanks to my family.” I looked down at Rosemary, Jasper, and Lily in the audience. “They’re the ones who showed me what ‘familial love’ really means. “To repay them, I’ve prepared a little gift.” I pressed the remote in my hand, and the massive LED screen behind me lit up. The image flashed to show a scene from our kitchen. Rosemary was making chicken soup. Then, she discreetly pulled out a packet of white powder and poured it into the pot. “Got it. It’s from the vet clinic, and it’s strong.”

I fucked her hard and fast, driving my dick to the hilt in her cunt. "Yes," she moaned, wiggling her hips from side to side. She gripped me with that hot pussy. "Oh, yes, yes, that's so good!" "I bet," I groaned, burying into her pussy again and again. "Shit, Mom, I'm going to dump so much cum in your pussy! I'm going to breed you! Like Dad did!" "He bred me twice," Mom whimpered, her pussy gripping me. "I can handle that," I panted, slamming deep and hard into her pussy. The pressure grew and grew at the tip. "Trust me!"

'You found your mate. My mom’s voice filtered through the mind link and it wasn’t a question. I didn’t reply. There was still too much going on and I wanted to forget it. Not dredge it up so I could feel anymore like I was running away. Grandpa wasn’t going to let it go as he launched into a plan for a world-wide tour to find my mate. Rolling my eyes, I tried to ignore the hammering in my chest. My mom placed her hand on my cheek and smiled. She turned to Grandpa and sighed vampire speed again. My grandpa’s eyes widened and the narrowed. The air suddenly grew thick and I sat up straight, looking at him with a confused face.

"And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad." "If you ask me, upsetting the future father of your own child over a godson really isn't worth it." Only after hearing all that did Rowena realize that she hadn't contacted me in a long time since the last incident. That was mostly because caring for the baby had thrown her days and nights completely out of order. She had been so exhausted every day that she often passed out the second she lay down. Now that Theo had reached his one-month milestone, she felt like she had finally done enough and could step away.

My mom comes in my room and smiles, "You look better in that now than you did when you wore it to school! Damien is going to lose his mind. You're already smitten, aren't you?" I nodded and said, "Am I nuts for getting attached so soon?" My mom hugs me and says, "I fell for your father as soon as I saw him. It's that damn mate bond. You should know, the Moon Goddess told me he's the one for you". I said, "Thanks. I did need to hear that. By the way... thanks for getting Dina's blood out of my boots". Mom laughs and says, "Just like you. Go from talking about love to blood in a split second". All three of us laughed as we walked out of the bedroom.

My mom stood in the doorway, arms crossed, giving me that familiar "What did you do now?" look. Her voice dripped with exasperation. "What happened this time?" I grimaced, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. "Let's just say my 'rest' turned into an impromptu nature hike, and I may have ignored the whole 'doctor's orders' thing." She sighed, rubbing her temples like I was the world's most persistent headache. "At this rate, you'll be in that boot for three months."

What was happening? I could barely make out my mom's face. I could not be blamed though. She had left me when I barely had memory of anything or anyone. But I remember how she smelt, the faint scent of vanilla that teased my senses was forever etched in my mind. I guess it contributed to my unhealthy addiction to vanilla scented perfumes, candle and anything there is. “You could have stayed longer with me, Mom. I needed you, you know.” My bottom lip quivered as I spoke, an involuntary moan escaping my lip.

he added. "Jheeze, no presure there." I muttered under my breath. I sighed. "Okay, so what's this big, cruciel thing you need to tell me?" I sideways glanced at them. "We don't have to tell you anything, we're convincing you to turn back on your emotions, baby girl." My mom said. I shoke my head. "No thanks, I'm not ever going to be convinved." I told them both. "You know the best thing about being able to touch you sweetie?" My dad asked. I shrugged.

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.