Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

How could Mom Max's mother didn't look at her, just waved her hand and said, "Amy, please don't talk and let me calm down. I really can't accept this result now. You're still so young, why can't you give birth As she spoke, she reached out and covered the position of her heart, feeling a little uncomfortable as she wanted to shed tears. "This Mo family, Max is the only heir, and your father and I were all hoping that you could inherit the lineage of our Mo family, but how could this result? It shouldn't have happened

“How did things deteriorate so quickly?” My Mom entered the kitchen, holding a glass of whisky, her yellow straight-cut dress giving her a formal appearance. Unsteadily, she leaned on the counter, looking different, having lost weight. Her luscious brown hair cascaded down her back in waves, and her dark brown eyes gleamed with a sense of pride. “I’m fine, Mom. Just trying to figure out these enormous numbers,” I sighed, dropping my hands in frustration. “I don’t know what to do.”

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

Maggie stops swinging mom and starts bouncing up and down on the bed. "Ohmygod! What are you doing?" Mom asks, tremors rippling through her body, as she claws at the bed, struggling to disengage herself from the dildos and the harness. "I'm cumming!" Maggie cries. "Hold on, a minute! I'm cumming!" Maggie is rubbing up and down against my mother's ass, obviously trying to get the dildo to make the right contact with her clit. She's moved her hands from my mom's hips and now has her arms wrapped around my mom's waist, under the harness, humping against her ass, like a dog in heat!

In Mom's narrative, I was no better than a pig—foolish, greedy, and grotesque. I leaned back, clutching my head. The aluminum ceiling reflected a warped image of Mom's features. She had a sharp face, blue eyes, and blond hair, just like a beautiful cat. Yeah, I didn't look like that. At best, I was a scruffy little groundhog. When we left the station, Reggy shot Dad a glare filled with menace. "You'd better pray Jolene is okay." He then took out his phone and gave some instructions in a low voice.

I frowned a little when I realized that the plates were no longer in their usual high cupboard. “Mom!” I yelled over my shoulder. “Where is the flatware storage?” "Right here, honey," Mom said, coming over and pushing the lower cabinet door open. "Why is it there?" I asked with some bewilderment. Mom looked over at Dad, who had an almost sad look in his eyes. “I’ve been having some range-of-motion problems lately. The doctor says it could be age-related degeneration. Or the early indicators of arthritis.” I gasped. Mom’s eyes widened. “It’s not anything immediately critical, honey,” She assured me, but I was already moving toward her and taking her hands in mine.

mom asked in an excited tone, coming to sit beside my father. I nodded in response while she shrieked. "I'm so happy," she gushed. "So when do you plan on getting married?" Dad asked. "In a month," I answered. "So many surprises at once, I can't believe I'll be a grandmother soon." Mom said sniffing. Always so dramatic. I almost rolled my eyes. "Mom, I've not even proposed yet, how am I sure she'll accept?" "She will, no one can reject my baby. I just hope you're still not so arrogant" she asked seriously.

It made tingles run through my legs. “Yes, my love, I understand. We will be good little girls, I promise” Roe giggled and skipped away down the hall. Gunner rubbed the back of his neck and expelled a long sigh. “I’m going to regret this” he groaned to himself. He may be the Alpha, but he is still putty in his mother’s hand. It’s a little amusing that a man of his power and stature could still be brought down a peg by his tiny little mother. “She has you wrapped around her finger” I chuckled stepping forward.

She said solemnly, "I said you're in poor health. Yogurt isn't nutritious. You must finish the milk today! "I deliberately got this fresh milk from the dairy farm for you. Drink it, or you don't get to take the exam today!" Melody said sarcastically, "Hurry up and drink it. Don't let Mom's effort go to waste." A spurt of anger flashed through me. "I said I'm not drinking it. Don't you get it? What is in the milk? Why must you make me drink it?" Mom was taken aback, a hint of sorrow flitting across her eyes. Then, she set the milk down. "Forget it then. I'm worrying too much for nothing."

The dining room fell into a dead silence, broken by Audrey's quick, uneven breaths. "What did you just say?" She shook her head in disappointment. "You don't know how to be grateful at all! All these years of effort were for nothing!" Freya immediately stepped forward to steady her, gently patting her back to soothe her breathing. "Don't get too worked up, Mom." She frowned and turned to me. "Ella, how could you say that to Mom? She's been working herself to exhaustion for you all these years, to the point that her health deteriorated!