Impregnating My Mother Novels & Stories

So why this draining bad feeling? I took a deep breath, but still nothing. “If I didn't know any better, I would think you're weak. But you are strong, stronger than your mother,” she said examining me with unimpressed eyes. My mother? She knew my mother? How? “She had so much potential,” disappointment laced her tone. She reached into her bag and took out a little container. Then began applying the odorless brown substance on my body. I could not stop her, my limbs were too weak.

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."

As always, he supported whatever decisions Mom made, no questions asked. And just like that, I settled into this house, which had once been my home. Despite Mom's obvious disdain for me, she had no choice but to tolerate my presence. One way or another, I vowed to reclaim every last shred of dignity I'd lost over the years for all the injustices and humiliation I had endured in this place. During the day, I imitated Mom's habits of gossiping with the elderly group downstairs. But when I realized that this petty tactic neither gave me much satisfaction nor caused her any significant loss, I changed my strategy and set my sights on Dad.

"Don't cry on me mother. Fine,if you want this so bad then i'll go,for you." My mother is the only peron who can turn me soft, another person was close to achieving the same but instead, she cemented my fucking walls back up. But the problem is i can't seem to forget about her. I'm beginning to be obsessed with her,one taste,one taste is all it too for me to crave for another and another. I want to take and take until there's nothing left for anybody ,I want to ruin her,paint her with my fucking cum like a canvas,I want to leave my scent on her skin so that any bloody wanker stays away from her.

No matter what happens. I turned to my mother, who stepped forward and enveloped me in a warm embrace. Her scent, wildflowers and earth, wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. "Be safe, my child," she whispered, her voice filled with unspoken worry. "Return to us unharmed, and know you are always in our hearts. I love you!"

It’s the way of the world though, right? “Darling, where have you been? We were expecting you home hours ago,” I hear my mother’s voice as she comes down the sweeping staircase with its deep, rich mahogany wood polished until it is gleaming. Mom comes towards me and pulls me into her embrace, she smells of Coco Chanel, her favorite fragrance. It reminds me of my childhood and being allowed to spray it on me for special occasions. “We got caught up at the hospital, Mom,” Dante speaks for me. “The hospital? What happened, are you okay? Let me see.” She moves back and checks me out.

I answered her honestly I'm not happy but I'm not sad either, I had no idea what I want to be and I miss my dad so much it hurts, I was definitely my daddy girl and no I don't self-harm mother does a great job on me, no need to add to my bruises and scars. I finally get injected with the same chemical that caused this whole mess in the world and I get attached to a stimulator. It's like a dream, I see myself moving I see my father, mother I even see Andy, my tormentor. But just like a dream I can't remember any details by the time the stimulator is taken off, they tell me to sit and rest. I have a headache and feel disoriented. My mother is led to my room, she enters with a vampire doctor wh

she said, her voice thick with emotion "but I want you to know that I'm here for you. A mother's love is boundless, and I care for you just as much as I care for Jenny, Angelina, and David" Her words brought a fresh wave of tears. I shook with silent sobs, my grip tightening on her. But she was wrong—it did feel the same. In her arms, I found a familiar warmth, a comforting scent, and a gentle voice that echoed my own mother's. I allowed myself to lean into her embrace, to let go of the pain and grief that I had held onto for so long. In that moment, I felt a sense of belonging and understanding that I hadn't felt in years.

Emily’s POV My mother opened the door before I had even knocked, her eyes bright and apron dusted with flour, arms wide like I was a soldier coming back from war. “There she is,” she exclaimed, wrapping me in one of those hugs that made me feel five years old again. “Our famous little chef, back from the Caribbean and conquering the tech world.” “Mama, stop,” I laughed, kissing her cheek. “I’m not conquering anything. I’m just posting videos and trying not to burn out.”

Fidez’s POV I’ve been burying myself in work these past few days since my mother-in-law left the house. I miss her every single day. I miss her scent. It still lingers on my bedsheets. I dream of her constantly, waking up with my skin sticky and my manhood aching between my thighs. My own hands aren't enough to provide relief, and it frustrates me that I can’t even see her or go to her. I miss everything about her, especially the delicious meals she used to cook.