Novel & Cerita Impregnating My Mother

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.

"Okay? So? How is that any different to right now? You're going to keep yourself even further away from us? Ignore us even harder? Be even more rude and ungrateful? Fine. Go on with your life. Keep pumping inhibitors into yourself every day until you're addicted and even weaker than you are right now." "You know I will," I growl under my breath. I'm incapable of giving up and letting someone else win, but fuck, I'm drained. I'm defeated, just like Zee said. But he’s not ever here to pick me up, he lied. "Yes, I know. That's why I won't tell your father any of this. I'll let him keep thinking that his dear son is finding his peace in a human city. The last thing I want is for him to worry abo

In that moment, surrounded by his love and care, I almost forgot the pain my mother had inflicted upon me. As the car engine hummed to life, we set off towards S Pastries. I closed my eyes, seeking solace in the rhythmic sound of our journey, trying to steady my racing heart after the chaotic events of the day. "She's such an embarrassment," I muttered, the bitterness evident in my tone. My mother's actions had left me seething with anger, her reckless choices a constant source of rage.

But now, it was turning into something genuine. My mother had been an apothecary, her hands deftly crafting salves and tinctures that could heal wounds and soothe pain. Her teachings, long buried under years of turmoil, had begun to resurface. The crisp air carried the scent of pine and damp earth as I knelt to pluck a sprig of lavender, placing it carefully in the small basket I carried. I found solace in the task, the simplicity of it grounding me amidst the chaos of pack politics and looming threats.

My mother reprimanded me as she trailed off from clapping her hands and directed her attention to me. Her eyebrow raised as she traced the direction of my sight. A sly smirk emitted her face. “Such strange addiction. Well, better than drugs and alcohol, right?” I turned my attention towards my crafty mother. Her smirk was teasing and provoking. She’s always doing that. “What’s wrong, my son? You look like you’re going to murder someone.” She teased. “Do not add more fuel to my fire, mother.” I grunted. She chuckled. Of course, I’m going to murder someone. I’m going to murder a lot of men tonight.

She kept talking about how she would spend the two thousand dollars just on me. When I did not respond, she assumed I was sulking. Her tone began to change. “Anna, I already said I’m sorry! What else do you want from me? Are you seriously going to ignore me forever? Stop sulking, okay?” I drifted beside her and said, “Mom.” She could not hear a thing. Mom had a prideful temper. She was not going to keep begging. She walked away and joined a card game. It was not until midnight, just before the fireworks, that she came to knock on the door again.

“how on earth is that possible?” “This is my problem with you marigold you don’t think.” My mother last out and I huff. “You don’t have to insult…” “Seduce him!” My mother cuts up and that shocks the hell out of me. Seduce? I’m not quick to speak before my mother continues. This time, she drops her folk to face me.

I love you eldenpr and I would do what is best for you , you just have to give me a chance to show you that I really care about you , you can do it right ? As I stood there watching my mother, all that I could hear in my heart was her was the hurt that I have carried in my heart from the day that I found out that she was taking sides with her and bonding with me . Honey , please say something “my mother begged desperately . I turned and moved from her the moment her hands touched me and then smiled at her . “ Are you done mother? “ I asked her , showing that I wasn’t pleased with her presence or even seeing her here .

I was shoved backward, feet slipping, body tipping— Water swallowed me. Why didn't it burn? I remembered this water being acidic. My hand wouldn't move. My fingers wouldn't close. Does this mean it's over? I can't grab that stupid sword. Will someone— "Stop being lazy!" my mother's voice echoed in my head. "You need to do this to be recognized! Even if I can't witness it, you must master the sword so I can be recorded as the savior's mother and we can usher in a new age of complete rule under the Blackfoot family!"