Impregnating My Mom Novels & Stories

Corrie asked as she slammed the car door. I quickly followed her, she opened the front door to be greeted by her mom. He mom helda tray with some amazing lavender cookies that ingulfed the house with a pleasnt smell. Her mom stood at the foot of the stairs holding a tray and welcoming us in. My heart leaped with love, she was my other mother, that acted more like a mom than my real one did. Ever since Dad passed away mom started to drink, and I mean drink.

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

My mom replied fast: [@LindaKnowsBest!!! You're literally my savior. Spill???] Bruce and I stared at the screen. After what felt like forever, [LindaKnowsBest] finally replied. This time, just one line: [DM'd you.] Bruce dragged a hand through his hair. "Oh my God. DMs? Are they allergic to public comments?" I sighed. "Forget it. One mess at a time." After nine that night, my mom texted me.

Mom: "Jimmy, sweetheart, one of the things we would do every Saturday night would be ordering from your favorite pizza place, and afterwards, before bed, in front of your favorite Saturday night show, I would let you do my nails. If you want you can see what that's like right now." Me: "I don't see the point—your nails are fine. But, okay, I will do it." [I opened the bottle, the deep red polish dripping erotically back into the bottle down the cap's brush. My left hand took hold of mom's gorgeous smooth left foot, turning and holding it in my palm as my right brought forward the laden brush. There was no logical reason for me to get excited by that job, but by the time I was finished with t

Crap. I quickly glanced away and caught Mom watching me out of the corner of my eye. I ignored her and backed out of the way as she welcomed them inside. "Syd, why don't you join us?" My mom motioned me toward the living room we never used. From the pleading in her eyes, she expected a fight. No way, not this time. If these people were important enough to warrant Mom's descent into domestic humiliation, I needed to know why. Of course, it didn't hurt I would also have the chance to spend a little more time imprinting Quaid Moromond into my memory for later.

This is getting seriously fucked up, right? “Cody, so good to see you.” My mom has me in her embrace, she smells of lavender and reminds me of all the hugs she’d give me as a kid. I love her smell, it’s soothing and homely. “Your father is in his den, watching re-runs of old games.” “Hey mom. Something smells good.” She has baked my favorite. I knew it. “Your all-time favorite, darling. Come on through let’s get some crumble and custard in you. Coffee?” I follow her in and watch as she walks with a slight limp.

Mom had me sleep on the porch each time I didn't finish selling all the boiled eggs she gave me to sell, and look I am still living. ‎Lorenzo turned to me, his lips curving into a frown. “I will have to have a serious discussion with your mother." ‎“Suit yourself," I said with a small sigh. “But just know I wouldn't be using all of these. I might use two max, just to promote my insecticide brand,” I voiced as I placed the bags in the bag seat, making him chuckle. ‎“Do what makes you happy, but I don't want to see a red spot on your body," He voiced. His tone filled with certainty, that it sent shivers down my spine, and the body in question was supposed to be mine.

I pull the dishes from the cupboard. “Did you get someone pregnant, Honey?” She comes over and takes me by the shoulders with a worried expression. “Oh, no Mom. Nothing like that.” I reassure her. I tell her all about what happened with Zara while I set the table. I leave out the fact that she is my mate and focus on how she is not like the rest of the sigmas I bring in for processing. “I see.” Mom clasps her hands in front of her. I can’t read her expression, so I place glasses on the table and wait for her to say something.

I turned and looked at the incense burning slowly on the table. "What is that?" I said gesturing my head towards it. My mum smiled and looked at the incense as if she had just found buried gold. "It's Wild Wolfbane. Burning it with rosemary gives the wolf in us strength. The Sa..." "Enough Tiffany. You can't tell him." My mother kept silent and continued to smooth my hair. "I was really worried about you. I missed you so much."

"Why don't we get you a nice, warm bath? You have to be tender, and I want to make you breakfast." Then, I get up and head to the bathroom to start running the water for her bath. I placce some Epsom salts in the water and some oils I use for achy muscles. It's stuff my mom would insist my dad use, when he would come home, and his muscles were sore and stiff. The smell alone takes me back to that day, when my mom would tell me my size was a gift, and the right people in my life would see it that way. She would tell me anyone who didn't appreciate my size wasn't meant to be in my life.