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 chirped, grinning moronically. I chuckled at that. My mom and Margaret had a lifelong competition going. Margaret was one of those people that had to upstage you, whatever my mom had done, Margaret had always done it better – according to her anyway – so the fact that Margaret had a grandchild already was something my mom couldn’t compete with. “Look, it’s early days, okay? I’ve only known her a short time so let’s not get carried away here,” I suggested, shaking my head, still laughing.

Ergon was so happy to know that Noah was finally showing signs of rage, but not at the time he wanted it. Their mom had retired to bed since it was already late. "What do you think you are trying to do, Ergon?" "Well, I don't see anything wrong with what I'm trying to do. I'm only saying the truth. Our mom is sixty years old and she definitely needs to have her grandkids already, don't you agree!" "I don't have a problem with you trying to give our mom grandkids, but you had not be trying to give her grandkids with Valeria!" Noah snapped.

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

I muttered. The screen of my phone showed the stark reality: Mom used to call three times a day, but over the past month, it had dwindled to once every few days. Now she was injured and staying somewhere else instead of coming home where Dad and I could take care of her. I scrolled through my photos, stopping at one from last summer—Mom, Dad, and me at Lake Crescentia, all smiles and laughter. Dad had his arm around Mom's waist, and she was leaning into him, her eyes bright with happiness. I was perched on Dad's shoulders, ice cream dripping down my chin.

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.

I was still struggling to understand what was going on when my mom’s voice came through in regret. “Fuck!!! I think I was tricked!”

Miranda had truly messed me up. I pull myself from those thoughts when mom begins to speak. “Well he’s still asleep…I don’t even think he noticed that I had left, old age is starting to catch up” Dad was three years older than mom and they were now in their late sixties. “Okay, so, what really brought you here?” I ask her. Her face turns serious and I know that she means business. Mom was the most laid back person I knew except when she was about to get down to business.

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn