Impregnating My Mom Novels & Stories

my mom implored, her smile frozen for the audience. I felt a surge of frustration. It was my inheritance, my life, my decision. Why was she making it her concern? I knew she was my mom, but her obsession was suffocating. I nodded curtly. "Got it," I said, my tone clipped, Anger a bit evident in my voice. Emily's gentle touch on my arm eased the tension. Mom's eyes darted to our intertwined arms. Approval flickered in her gaze. I didn't understand why Emily's touch affected me so profoundly, but I craved it.

Determined to quell my cravings, I snatched it up and hastily placed it in the microwave, hoping it would tide me over until we could replenish our stock of blood. While I reach out to grab it, an involuntary moan escapes my lips, overwhelmed by the exquisite flavor that instantly engulfs my taste buds. Just then, my mom enters the room, carrying a plate of perfectly cooked rare steaks. "Oh, mom, this is the final blood bag I possess," I inform her, acknowledging the scarcity of my supply. "Sure, sweetheart. I'll give your grandma a call once we finish dinner and check if she can arrange for someone to meet me at a secret location to pick up a few more bags." Mom says, her face lighting up w

The guilt had almost completely burned away, replaced by an all-consuming addiction. I lived for the stolen moments when Marcus would destroy my pussy while Mom was just rooms away. Every creampie he pumped into me made me feel more like his secret whore than her daughter. Mom had a rare full day off and decided to spend it baking in the kitchen. She was humming happily, flour on her apron, completely in her element. Marcus and I exchanged one loaded look across the breakfast table before he disappeared into the garage to “work on the car.”

The idea of my mother experiencing that same enchantment filled me with excitement and anticipation. "You should join, Mom," I suggested, my voice brimming with enthusiasm. "The Mysticwood forest is truly extraordinary. It has energy and beauty, unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's massive. I think it would be an incredible opportunity for you to embrace the newfound love and connection you've found with Lewis." She coughed, drinking her coffee, Lewis immediately tapped her back. I watched as my mother cleared her throat. "Yeah, I mean, yes, we will," my mother replied, her voice a touch of nervousness.

I thought to myself. "Mum, would you help me get dad to join us?" I asked hesitantly. Mum smiled and said, "Are you saying you want your dad to take your virginity?" "Technically, yes, but figuratively us girls took each other's virginity with the Impaler already," I said. "The Impaler?" mum questioned. "Yes, it's a strap-on cock that we use during our sleepovers, mum. I'll have to show you sometime," I said.

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My heart suddenly pounded wildly, my blood seemed to explode in my veins, and every inch of my skin felt a burning, tingling sensation. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white from the force. I could feel strength coursing through my body. My arms, which had felt somewhat heavy just moments before, now felt as if they could easily crush the glass jar on the table. "Mom, why are we doing this?" My voice was strained, the sweetness still churning in my throat. My mother was filling the newly formed honey into an engraved tin box. The clinking of metal instruments echoed in the small room. "For survival, and to purify this world."

Unfortunately, Mom notices absolutely everything. "Oh!" She claps happily. "Look at that. Already affectionate." "Mom," I warn. She ignores me completely. "Did you sleep well?" she asks brightly. "Because I barely slept at all. I was too excited." "I slept fine," I mutter, moving toward a chair. Aiden pulls it out for me automatically. Mistake. Mom gasps dramatically. "Chivalry. I love it." I close my eyes briefly. Then she leans forward eagerly.

He followed me with the kind of focused stillness that felt both unnerving and flattering. When I made him try a flannel jacket, he gave me an amused side-eye but complied. When I picked out sneakers, he ran his hand across the laces like he was touching something foreign. I found myself talking more, to fill the quiet. “My mom has a thing for orchids. She once filled our whole front yard with them. I was five. Cried for a week because the bees wouldn’t leave me alone.” He tilted his head, like he was trying to imagine that version of me. “Your mom,” he echoed, in a low voice. “Nice?”

Vance and Miriam went into his study and he closed the door. I took the supplements and reviewed the diet she gave me. I had to promise with my soul that I would follow it strictly. Dad was at work, and both my parents were workaholics. Her two passions were her family and work. Once she knows that her family was good, then it becomes all about her work. I walked my mom to the door knowing how annoyed she’d become if I kept her from the hospital for too long. I opened the door and a beautiful blonde stood on the porch and greeted us nervously. Mom bid her goodbye and left me standing there with this stranger. My wolf huffed.