Impregnating My Mom Novels & Stories

“Let my mom spoil him a little. She has missed out on 5 years already and a little ice cream won’t hurt anything.” Her warmth breaks through our flimsy clothes and burrows deep into my soul, igniting a fire within me.

I started feeling weak and uneasy as I try to get a grip of myself. “ babe, are you alright?” “ Yeah.” I said wiping the sweat drops off my face. The door opens and I looked up directly at my mom who was standing at the door while wearing my dad’s favorite Apron. I remember sewing that Apron during my seventh Grade and I could still recall the smile on his face when I gifts sit to him on father’s day with “ World's Best Dad “ Embroidery stitch on it. “ Hailey sweetie, please come on in. You are welcome dear.” She seemed happy seeing me and learning that made me feel a lot better as I proceeded into the house with Andre behind me.

Even after we ran out of money, even after she chose to have a child with a stranger just to afford my treatment, she never once switched my medication. She always told me, “I can handle anything. I just want you to suffer a little less.” The burning slowly twisted into something sharper, something that drilled straight through me. I gasped, tears slipping down one by one. It would be nice if Mom were here. The thought barely formed before I pushed it away. She was already exhausted taking care of Lucas. I couldn’t keep being a burden. So I copied what she used to do. I patted my own back gently, pretending it was her soothing me.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

she continued without missing a beat. “This is medieval!” I protested. “You can’t just ship me off to be babysat by Matteo like I’m some runaway nun.” Her eyes glittered dangerously. “You gave up the right to choose when you walked into that party smelling of sin and stupidity.” I blinked. “Okay, first of all, Sin and Stupidity is my new perfume line, thank you very much…” “I’m pretty sure you were fucked while trying to get over your step uncle,” said mom.

my mom whispered back, which was ridiculous as we all had shifter hearing. "You know I always liked that, Kid ." my dad mumbled as my mother laughed. "Get out, you, Liar." she said as he left. The women removed my dress, and I was now in the tub in only thin lace panties. They added ice periodically and soothed me. Daphne pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head, removing the irriation of it on my burning skin. "So you're not mated, sweetheart." my mom said, and I groaned she knew she had me trapped in this conversation.

Love drips off her like sunlight. And suddenly … I miss my mom. A lot. I’ve always told myself that maybe, one day, I’d get lucky and end up with a mother-in-law who could fill some of the empty spaces. Someone warm. Someone steady. Haley would be perfect. Once again, I envy the girl who will get this house … and this woman. And for the second time tonight, that envy lands a little too close to my heart. Damion comes back with drinks, and I shoot him a mischievous, mildly homicidal smile.

We'll help" I jumped to say but I instantly regretted it. " Okay then, I will bless the guests with my delicious homemade honey biscuits," Mom said with an excited smile on her face. " So it is settled, everything is composed," I said. " Yes, I think," Mom said. " Oh no it's not thinking but done, done and dusted," I said. " Are you in a hurry to leave your dear old mother all by herself? "Mom said with her ' I am getting old and not as strong as before, and I might die someday' kind of voice and face. It got me.

Noah I pushed open the door to my mother's house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The familiar scent of home, a blend of lavender and freshly baked cookies, greeted me as I stepped inside. I could hear the soft hum of the television from the living room, where Mom was undoubtedly watching one of her favorite shows. I kicked off my shoes, my feet aching from the long day, and made my way to the couch. As I slumped onto it, the cushions enveloped me in a comforting embrace, but even their softness couldn't ease the tension knotted in my muscles.