Novel & Cerita Impregnating My Mother

My mother always smelled like lilacs. I wish I could say time heals all wounds, but that certainly hasn't been the case. If anything, his grief has grown, becoming a deeper pit of despair. And I have no idea what I can do to make it better. Short of bringing my mom back, I don't think there is anything I can do.

My mother was talking, while I decided to finish it for her, "Which will give the rebels an extra reason to support our case. The throne will be ours in time." Something flashed over my brain, so I found myself asking. "From what I remember, this room was a field with vervain. How does it happen that I can't smell it anymore?" My mother smiled at me before she answered, "Humans … You don't want to believe in what this weak creature can do while seeking power."

Uncle Stephan said, his teeth gritting as he tried to stifle down his moan. “No,” My mother said, “we need to talk now.” Her tone was urgent. I work him faster, saliva sliding messily down my chin. I wondered if she could hear the slurping sound of his dick going down my throat. The tension made me squeeze my thighs so hard they ache. My arousal spiked not only from his taste but from being caught. “Luna will be back soon, I want to sort it out, ” My mother said. If only she knew her little baby girl was already back, and sucking on the cock she had sucked on.

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.

Where he used to read me bedtime stories, where he taught me about compound interest and hostile takeovers, where he told me I'd run Queens Enterprises someday. Before I threw it all away for a man who called me a worthless cunt in a note. The foyer is exactly as I remember—marble floors, sweeping staircase, the Waterford chandelier my mother picked out before she died. That portrait of her still hangs above the console table, her smile gentle and knowing. I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry I didn't listen when you said to never give up myself for a man.

The music sheets strewn across the room offered a momentary distraction, so I scrambled to gather them and shove them into their designated cabinet. But my mother's voice cut through the air like a knife, slicing open my carefully constructed facade. "This used to be your favorite place," she said, her eyes wandering around the room. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to brush off her words, to pretend like they didn't hurt me, but they cut deep. This room, once a source of joy and comfort, now felt like a prison. Memories of my grandfather flooded back, taunting me with their sweetness and reminding me of what I had lost.

But she is still my mother. I don't have a father; I thought I lost my mother as well. Now that she is on the right side, and isn't being beaten black and blue, we are able to work on healing our relationship. Nobody can judge me for making a relationship with my mum until they thought they lost their parents! "Time for traditions." My mother calls in a happy sing song voice. "Something old!" Mum says, showing me a gorgeous rose flower hair grip that she had worn on her wedding, as did my grandmother, "and something borrowed."

my mother gushed as she entered the room. My mother has been hell-bent on me finding a second-chance mate, or even a chosen mate. All she has talked about over the last couple of days is me finding a mate to settle down with and have a bunch of pups. In truth, she is a large part of the reason that I haven’t come out of my room. I don’t want a mate, and I certainly don’t want the moon goddess choosing one for me. Look at the disaster that happened as a result of the last mate she ‘blessed’ me with.

I whispered, gently kissing her forehead. She let out a weak sigh, her shoulders dropping in defeat. I hated seeing her like this, haunted by the past. I squeezed her gently, careful not to hurt her. I hated seeing the past try to come back and haunt her. I wished I was stronger than this. I knelt down next to my mother, taking her cold hands into my own. Her skin was like paper, the bones jutting out sharply. I tried to smile reassuringly, even though my chest felt like it was being crushed. "Mom, this is different," I said, praying she would believe my lies.

My mother whispered to me, "Patience my darling, patience." "It's hard mother!" I gritted, "Even if we seem to have everything under control with recent development, everything still is out of our reach." "Oh darling child, don't you trust me?" "I do." "Good, chin up and go touch up your make up. I just saw Eros leave the hall room, this is your chance to get him alone." "Okay mother." I did as she said, making my way to the bathroom to fix my makeup and as quickly as I could. I didn't like wearing make up cause I know, I needed none but mother insisted claiming it was important.