Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

Don’t hate the offspring, hate the genetics. My mother is considered one of the most beautiful women in the kingdom, a fact she’s very self-conscious about, to the point she has had a little nipping and tucking in recent years. She may have a long life expectancy, but she’s not a fan of aging. I still think she’s beautiful though.

Dad replied, eyes still fixed on the TV, whatever was interesting about black and white? ‘Young enough for?’ I asked ‘To continue the act of procreation’. Dad responded ‘Maybe she didn’t tell you but mom has to have hit menopause’. ‘Zayn!’ Mom scolded as Meghan looked to the floor to hide her laughter. I raised my hands in surrender even as they couldn’t see me or refused to see me. ‘Just make sure you are off the couch when you decide to continue, you know…’ This time they both turned to give me stern looks that faded as Meghan’s laughter echoed in the room.

My mom asked and I smiled with a response, "It's affirmative ma." My mom snapped back at me, "I don't want to hear any excuses or anything. I don't want to come back and see that you are not at home." "Mom, I'm no more a kid!! I am eighteen. Is it because of the crazy trust fund that Is regulating my entire miserable life!" I cried out and my mom let out a cackle as I spoke.

**Chapter 1** The house had been too quiet since Dad died. Two years had passed but Mom still moved around like a ghost. She was forty-three now and still beautiful in that soft way that made men look twice. Full breasts, wide hips, and long dark hair she usually kept in a loose bun. I caught her crying sometimes when she thought no one was watching. Lonely. Touch-starved. Lost.

He turned to say to my mom with a sharp glance, eventually storming off in anger. Once he was gone from our line of sight, I rose to get back on my feet, standing tall again. “Mom! Why aren't you on my side? Aren't you supposed to be?” I sulked out my lip like a little girl begging for candy. “Your father wouldn't budge! His mind seems to have been made up. Though you can still change it. You have only two options to choose from; Neither make amends with Freddie and win him back into your life, or go out there to find a man who would get you pregnant, pregnant enough to give your father a grandson.” She was done thinking and was now making a practical suggestion.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

“That?” “Oh my God, mom. You are 38 going on 39, not 38 going on 60. You’d look hot in that outfit and I’m sure Bobby will love to show you off to his mom.” Jackie had to give it to Sam, she was probably right. The last mother she met was Greg’s and she was a stuffy older woman who frowned upon Jackie anyway and she was just trying not to repeat that same horrible meeting.

It was bad enough her ass was dangerously close to my crotch. "Hmmm." Mom cooed. "You feel nice." "Umm, thanks." I said lamely. "Been awhile since I've had somebody to lie next to." She sighed. "And who knows how long since it was someone who wanted to be next to me." As she spoke she turned her head to the side so that she was looking up at me. Our faces were only about a foot apart, and I found myself marveling at how young she looked. Of course in reality she certainly wasn't old. Mom had met my father while still in high school and had gotten pregnant right after graduating. So although I was closing in on twenty one she was just shy of her thirty ninth birthday. I realized I was staring

“Please be chill with the flirting. You won’t want to have another baby, will you? Mummy just clicked 42. She is still years into menopause, so be careful.” Hailey smirked observing her mother’s disturbed look and left.