Novel & Cerita Impregnating My Mother

“ Hi, son. I wanted to give you some privacy, your fiancée is very passionate... and this is a beautiful city. I wonder if she'd join me to see everything. I know you work hard here.” “ Of course she does, Mom. She's excellent at everything.” Not everything. I've yet to feel her pretty little mouth on my cock. “Least of all roulades!” We laugh. “ That's true. I think we both wanted to impress you and we screwed up.” “ It happens. She'll have time to show me that she's worthy of being Mrs. Turner.” My mother taps me twice on the shoulder and leaves. What a diabolical phrase... I'm well aware that my mother can destroy a person with her comments, she just has to want to. She must be assessing

She ordained, making a sweeping surveillance gesture as she packed up her orange caped gown and ambled down the well-lit hall. Outside was humid, the trees appearing more plush and denser as a result of the serial rain. I smell showers in the air for tonight. This was the season for my horses; the weather and fresh hays. Business would have commenced... if only I was happy. "Why do you want to go to war with the vampires, again?" My mother's sultry interrogation infiltrated my head space. "Mother, you can't convince me otherwise." "Well, the last time I checked, with your Queen absent, I have been forced back into a position I thought to have escaped months ago, which automatically made ever

the real warmth,just isn’t there. My mother is many things: elegant, strict, easily irritated by messy hair and mismatched socks, always carrying a cup of cinnamon tea like it’s glued to her hand… but she has never, in my entire seventeen years, used pet names or sugary tones. She speaks precisely, like every word is worth money. This? This is an impersonation. A performance. A trap. My fingers curl into trembling fists. “Where’s Ruby?” I call through the door, voice cracking.

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."

My mother could drug minds. Who was Mother?

she exclaimed, crossing the room in quick strides to envelop me in a warm embrace. I returned her hug, the familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the musty smell of the old house. Despite the fear gnawing at my insides, the simple act of being in my mother's arms brought a measure of comfort, a fleeting respite from the chaos swirling around me. "It's been too long since you last visited, Damien," Ava chided gently, her voice tinged with reproach. "You should come by more often." I forced a smile, the weight of guilt settling heavily on my shoulders. "I know, Mom," I replied, my voice tinged with regret. "I've just been so busy with work lately."

Thin, dry patches along my forearm, curling at the edges like paper left near a flame. “Oh my goodness,” I breathed. It had been days. I had been here for days, and I had not taken the potion. Not once. Back home, my mother prepared it herself every week without fail. She kept the ingredients in a small locked chest beneath her bed, and she never missed a single dose. Not in all the years I could remember. My mother. The thought landed like a fist to the chest. She was gone.

And I craved every second. My mother started following me sometimes. She prayed more fervently. She lit candles for my soul every day. But nothing could stop us now. We were addicted. Obsessed. Damned. And the final fall was coming.

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

Anything except dead. “Win or lose,” I promised. “I will come back to Emberfall.” my father breathed out like the words had given him something to hold. My mother came to my side then. She touched my cheek, her eyes shining but steady. My mother did not hold me as tightly as my father had, but somehow her touch hurt just as much. “You carry too many people now,” my mother whispered. “Do not forget to carry yourself.” I replied, “I won’t,” even though my voice shook. My mother’s eyes softened like she knew I was still learning how.