Novel & Cerita Just Like Mama

We were in the garden now, and Lauren had quickly learned to walk. "Dada!" I couldn't help but smile as her tiny voice called out to me. At just one year old, she was already a bundle of sweetness, energy, and mischief, often keeping us on our toes with her antics, which sometimes included breaking things around the house. "Mama!" As she called out for her mother, I couldn't help but admire her beauty. "Wow, my daughter is so beautiful. She really takes after me," I joked, noting the resemblance between Lauren and Lara, albeit with the added charm of dimples on both of Lauren's cheeks.

Watching her daughter get killed by another Death Row Infantry-woman haunted her every night. “You’re pretty like my mommy,” Lukas said. Olivia wanted to cry when Lukas told her she was pretty like his mom. “You think I’m pretty?” She giggled while bringing Lukas closer to her. “Yeah, you’re pretty like my mommy,” Lukas repeated, while running his miniature fingers across Olivia’s chin. Lukas wanted his father back, but looking at Olivia and touching her chin comforted him at the moment.

she laugh lightly Chase and Zack growl out "Mom" "Shutup" she says in her mom tone, they just sigh Xavier walks over looks at me and I nod at him telling him it's ok, because it is my mama loves him like he was her own, even after all he has done, she will not abandon him because it's like abandonning one of her own.

"Who will love you? You are nothing more than dirt…. you are the son of a prostitute….who is your father? I don't want him alive in this world. Finish him. Kill him so that we became free from this liar and dirt…." "No…. don't kill me…. don't kill me. I want to go to my mama. Mama….mama….mama…uncle I want to go to my mama. Don't leave me here. Mama said that there is lion and animals in the jungle. They will eat me…. don't leave me here. Uncleee…..

Or rather, what I am. "I'm a monster right? We all are?" My mother takes my chin in between her fingers and turns my face to meet hers. "No, my love. You are just like the others. Just a greater kind." I scoff at her and pull my head away from her grip. "An easier way to call a monster." She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently.

The scars are bold and wicked, just like my papa. Mama turns to leave the room, and I rush after her, gripping her skirt tightly. "Let me follow you, Mama," I plead. She stares at me, shaking her head. My heart drops. Although Mama can talk, she usually communicates with gestures. "Why, Mama? Please let me follow you," I beg, tears streaming down my face. This is the first time I've ever wanted to follow her. The desire so strong in my heart.

she explained, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and determination. Theo's eyes widened in awe, his young mind trying to grasp the concept of his mother's new adventure. "School? Like my school?" he asked, his face a picture of curiosity. Mama Hazel chuckled, her heart swelling with love for her inquisitive son. "Yes, Theo, just like your school. Mama is going to learn new things and meet new friends," she replied, gently ruffling his hair. As Mama Hazel got ready for her day, Theo followed her every move, his presence a source of comfort and joy. He chattered animatedly, sharing his thoughts and dreams with his mother, his words a symphony of innocence and love.

I was eating my mother's pussy and I was in heaven. "Oh god, baby!" she said. "Oh ... mmmm ... oh ... OH! Oh I think I'm going to come soon. Don't stop daughter. Please ... OH it FEEELS so GOOOD!" she called out. That spurned me on even more. I had never tasted another woman. It was nice. And I was gonna make my mommy come. "I" was! Not Jim. Not Jace. Me, her daughter! I was gonna give mom a good come.

With one look over her shoulder, she looks straight at me and says "You look just like your mother” And just like that my world crumbled around me while I was processing what she just said.

She said I pulled back. "I don't know about everyone. But I know one thing: there is no one like you. You are the only piece that Lord has made in a limited edition." I expressed my voice out and Mom again laughed. "You are just like your Father. He also says the same as you." Mom slapped my arm but by then my mood was already ruined hearing his name. Though I hate him the most, I'm just like him. His ditto copy and I hate it. Why on earth am I like him?