Impregnating My Mom Novels & Stories

I breathe out. "Elizabeth sweetie, please understand," Mom takes my hands in hers, a note of desperation leaks in her voice. "I was a rouge, there was so little chance of me finding my mate, Of course I would go to a man who claimed he loved me. But when I met you father... It was almost as if I'd never thought of anyone else. He knew everything, but he loved me anyways." I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank universe. "And when Williams found out that I've been 'brain washed' he tried to 'take me back' and... It was a lot of blood shed," Mom says. "But then... we were about to have you and everything was perfect but..."

If I could be certain that she would be a better bet for this realm, I would hand the realm to her… I don't fucking care… Maybe I should have another deep conversation with her, and do everyone a favor and stop fucking around with people's lives. “Alright, is father home?” I asked, and she huffed. “You are here to see him?” Mom asked, offended, and I sighed. “Yes, I need to speak to him,” I sighed. “Let me call him, he went to run some errands,” Mom said. “In the meantime, come in... Bring your friend in,” she said, and I looked back, and Urien smirked. I know, the way she said it sounded as if we were two ten-year-old boys on a playdate. Sometimes, I think all that torture and time locked i

“Son, how many times do I have to tell you, you don’t need to compete with your cousin. Rather make friends with him and help each other.” “Here we go again Mom. Don’t lecture me about Darren. He is nothing like me. Nothing!” I easily snapped when Mom pushes me to make friends with Darren. Playing nice and weak all these years sickens me. I’m done with that. Mom covered my wound with gauze, but I took it out. It stick on my wound and it hurts when pulled out. I got in the bathtub and soak my body in water with the herbs I throw in while filling the tub. I’ve done a lot of research about werewolves and the witch that Mom commissioned before helps a lot. Rest in peace to her.

I grasped her hands firmly in mine, seeking solace in our connection. “Mom, I can’t imagine embarking on this journey without you,” I confessed, my voice filled with vulnerability. My mom looked at me, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of tears and warmth. “Oh, my dear baby,” she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. “Of course, I will go with you. I would never let you face this alone.”

If I didn’t see it, then I don’t know anything. The mysterious car out front, the dimmed lights, and the red silk fabric on the lamps already painted the perfect picture. Mom was finally getting laid after years of being married to the sperm donor and in his house. Revenge is sweet. But that doesn’t mean I want to be around it. “Honey, it’s alright, turn around.” I shook my head, my blonde messy bun beginning to fall at my shoulders. “I’m good, I’ll come back later.” Reaching for the doorknob, mom’s warm hand pulled it away and pulled me to her.

'Stop,' Selene giggled, swatting his chest half-heartedly, but she pressed into him, her body molding to his. Aurelia sat frozen, traumatized by the display. Her soon-to-be stepdad groping her mom like she wasn't even there? Jealousy twisted in her gut, sharp and irrational. She forced words out, voice strained. 'Morning, Mom.' She shoved back from the table, plate clattering, and bolted for the exit. 'Mom, I'm with one of your car keys!' she called over her shoulder, slamming the door behind her without waiting for a reply. The cool morning air hit her face, grounding her as she hurried to the garage.

Running my fingers up and down her slit, releases juices that coat her lips and lubricate my fingers, so they easily slip inside her hot pussy. "Mmmmmm. Nick." Mom says, pulling her face back from our kiss. "I missed you this weekend." She says, looking me in the eyes. "I got really horny and started to watch a video, but I didn't want the vibrator or the dildo, I wanted you. I hope you don't think your mom is weird or perverted or whatever." She's stroking my hard cock while her fingers are tantalizing my balls.

I shook my head, “Neither do I but Aaron insisted.” Mom nodded and held my hand, “Come on in. this is going to take time then.” After Mom dragged me in, she went into the kitchen to make us some herbal tea she is trying these days to keep in shape. I inwardly rolled my eyes at that, like she even needs it. the woman can still take part in those pageant shows but no matter what you say, my mother doesn’t believe it and keeps on trying anything that will make her age backward. “What do you think is happening there?” I asked Mom looking at the workshop from the window of the kitchen. It was all calm but my nerves were still wrecking hell on me.

It always left me wondering whether she truly knew about it. She was my only living family member. I didn't want to think the worst of her. But she just wouldn't stop crying. Her voice seemed to drill into my skull. Between that and the ridiculous way I kept getting hurt, my patience snapped. "Enough! Why did you have to go skydiving? Didn't I tell you to stay home? "Mom's dead! Are her last words really that important to you? Important enough to make you throw your life away? "I had bodyguards guarding the house around the clock. How did you even get out?"

Mom examined my hands and applied some ointment to the burns and then gave me some painkillers to relieve the pain. Tears were still flowing from my eyes but it was not because of the pain in my hand but because I always behave impulsively. And this woman in front of me was just like my mom. I hugged her and cried more. She caressed my back and said soothing words. " What happened beta, is anything bothering you?? " She asked. I wanted to ask her, how did she win Dad's heart as she got married in almost the same situation. But I could not form the sentence with the right words.