Mama Botak Novels & Stories

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

"This one is lovely. Very feminine. Very soft. Perfect for after, when you're both relaxed and—" "I'd rather be stabbing something right now," I said under my breath. Mama heard me anyway. "Catarina Rose." "What? It's true. I would literally rather be in a knife fight than standing here discussing optimal positions for baby-making with my mother." The sales associate finally lost her composure and had to turn away, her hand pressed to her mouth. Mama just shook her head, but I saw the hint of a smile. "You're impossible." "I learned from the best."

I smiled and said softly, "Mom, this is our cat, Candy. We named her that because we want her life to be as sweet as candy." Candy peeked around curiously in his arms, looking impossibly cute. Not far away, a butterfly landed gently on Mom's headstone. After a moment, it spread its wings and flew into the bright blue sky.

Sighing, I resigned myself to staying with her “So… what do you usually do during your 9-to-5?” Margaret shrugged. “Nothing much. I watch TV and supervise the bots.” explained as she strolled out of the kitchen into the living room, I followed her. Watching as she comfortably settled onto the couch. Picking up the remote, she pressed a button, and the wall shifted, revealing a massive television screen. “The bots?” I echoed. She nodded. "What do the bots do?" I wondered. "All the house chores, Richard's doesn't like people invading his privacy" the way she was so casual about everything amused me.

I just loved the good family environment. " No Mamu, my mom is a good cook. Don't make fun of her. " Bill said defensively. " Hey, what was that, Mamu?? You called me that? " Rob asked and bhaiya and I smiled. " Yes!! Mamu is a cute short form of Mamaji, which means Maternal uncle." I said. " I like this word, call me that from now, it is kind of cute. " He smiled. " Ok Mamu, but don't make fun of my mom's cooking. Though our dad seems to be a better one, I loved the Halwa made by him. " Bill said and bhaiya looked very happy. Bhaiya hugged him immediately and grinned.

Momma tells me that I have only one option and it sounds so filthy coming from her sweet lips, “Abi you’ll need to play with yourself, masturbate. She jumps up and pulls out a large rubber dick and I almost cry at what I’ve made my mother do. I look at her in horror, “please tell me you did not go out and buy that for me, I don’t want anyone in this pack to think you would need that with Daddy around.” I slap my own mouth as I realize what I’ve just said and scream out in anguish as pain radiates through me. I look at her, my eyes pleading.

“And you must be—” “I’m her stepmother,” Ericka cut in. “Ohhh,” Margarette said, eyes widening. “So you’re the so-called witch—I mean, stepmom—of my bestie. You actually look nice, though. Nice to meet you!” She even leaned in for a polite cheek kiss. I chose to ignore the comment. “That food’s for Ericka, right? It looks amazing. Can I have some—” “Margarette!” Ericka snapped. “What? I just want to try Tita’s cooking.”

His father said while keep playing Clyde. “Marry? What is that, Grandpa?” He stops playing with the robot and looks at us innocently, “Is that a new play?” Zafer’s father look shocked and tried to stop his laugh but failed. “Pfft… what was that, darling? Marry is not a play, it’s an adult topic so you still can’t understand now. By the way, do you like my son?” “Son? You mean Mister, Grandpa?” He pointed his small finger to Zafer.