Impregnating My Mother Novels & Stories

Trying to suppress the memories that haunt my sleep. A knock at my door, breaks me from my thoughts, and I realize that there are tears streaming down my face. Wiping my cheeks with the palms of my hands, I clear my throat. “Come in.” My mother’s slender frame comes through my doorway. “I know this is not what you wanted,” she whispers. “But you will be crowned tomorrow.” I only nod in response and turn my gaze back to the flames in the fireplace. Taking another swig of the whiskey, I wait for her to leave but she lingers just within the doorway. “Is there anything else, Mother?” I growl.

Noah I pushed open the door to my mother's house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The familiar scent of home, a blend of lavender and freshly baked cookies, greeted me as I stepped inside. I could hear the soft hum of the television from the living room, where Mom was undoubtedly watching one of her favorite shows. I kicked off my shoes, my feet aching from the long day, and made my way to the couch. As I slumped onto it, the cushions enveloped me in a comforting embrace, but even their softness couldn't ease the tension knotted in my muscles.

Even if her heat has decreased, we, as her mate, can still feel some of it. As the hours passed, I stood outside my room, the anticipation building within me. My excitement was palpable as my mother swung the door open and smiled at me. She affectionatly pated my cheek. “I’m overjoyed that the Moon Goddess has gifted you such an enchanting mate. Now I have a daughter to spoil.” I chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. My mother had always wanted a daughter, and her attempt to dress me up during my childhood was a testament to that unfulfilled desire. This reminds me I need to hide all my childhood photos from Aarya.

During my darkest days, he was like a campfire, illuminating and warming me. His words made my heart soften, and pleasant memories slowly rose to the surface. As the memories gradually faded, I decided to have someone deliver an mating ceremony invitation to my father.

He came back a minute later and grabbed his tea from the table. “I’m going into watch television. Lizard Lick Towing is on.” “He’s obsessed with the show,” Mom explained at my shocked look. “I think he has a crush on that Amy girl. She’s badass, she is.” My fifty-two-year-old mother should not say badass. Mind you, my eighty-year-old Nana probably shouldn’t swear like a drunken sailor either, but there we go. “Mother, are you going to shut your eyes for half an hour before your medication?”

And I had walked straight into it, confident, impatient, desperate. “How did I fall for this?” I muttered, fury rising like heat. “How did I let them play me?” “Because you care,” my mother whispered, eyes soft despite her bruises. “And caring is both your strength and your weakness.” “Like your father.” Before I could respond, the heavy iron door shrieked open. A slice of blinding light cut into the darkness. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Echoing. I stiffened, instinct sharpening. My mother straightened as much as she could, her posture tense, protective, despite her injuries.

Which means this might be the trial phase, but once they perfect it, we are all dead. Dad smiled as she pulled my mother into a hug. “There is no poison in the world that can defeat the matebond,” she said with his usual grin. My mother sighed, “I guess you are right,” she said, finally relaxing, and my eyes landed on the list again. There is no poison in the world that can defeat the mate bond. Is that right? End of flashback I quickly got up and then wrote all those ingredients down on paper. I then just sat on the chair and looked at the list.

They did state so, and for the time being I am going to place my confidence in that particular assumption. I feel robbed now that his mother is here, but at the same time, it warms my heart to know that a mother is prepared to give everything for her child. Now that his mother is here, I feel cheated. In addition, the way in which he held the infant gave off the distinct odor of a mother's love, and for some reason, this not only touched me but also injured my whole damn existence. I have no idea why this happened.

he said, handing me the watering can, “just enough water. Don’t drown it. Let it breathe.” I watered the seed carefully. He smiled at me, eyes shining. “Yes, you're doing good, baby. Just do the same for the others and you'd see that they'll grow out beautifully. Very very beautifully.” I swallowed hard. I had never felt closer to him. ~~~ Saturday – Chicken Soup and Healing Hearts By Saturday, my mother had become obsessed with cooking videos on YouTube. She wanted to do her duties as a wife. At first I thought it was just because she was bored but slowly I realized she was intentional about it. She really wanted to be better.

This is getting seriously fucked up, right? “Cody, so good to see you.” My mom has me in her embrace, she smells of lavender and reminds me of all the hugs she’d give me as a kid. I love her smell, it’s soothing and homely. “Your father is in his den, watching re-runs of old games.” “Hey mom. Something smells good.” She has baked my favorite. I knew it. “Your all-time favorite, darling. Come on through let’s get some crumble and custard in you. Coffee?” I follow her in and watch as she walks with a slight limp.