Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

I scratched behind his ears and carried him into the kitchen with me to feed him supper. "Hi." I greeted my mom as I entered the room. She poked her head up from the oven, and smiled. Her bun was falling in her face from all the activity, and she had worked up a little bit of a sweat. She was a curvier woman, and was starting what she considered to be premature menopause. If you asked my dad though, she just liked to keep the heat running as high as she could stand it, because she'd once heard high temperatures and hot showers could help protect aging skin.

I stood next to my mom and walked along side her. "Mummy I'm so glad you here." I professed smiling profoundly. "Me to honey, I had to do a lot of begging to come." she insinuated with a little smile on her pretty face. My mom isn't that old, she gave birth to me when she 16 years old, so she's 36 years old at the moment. "What?!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Mom I can't believe you had to beg to come to your own daughter's graduation ceremony." I fumed in anger.

“Look at me, I’m already sixty-five and I’m still strong as ever.” “I could see that.” I smiled at the thought that she’s still the best mom that I ever had. My mom’s always the greatest mother that I’ve known even though she’s not my biological mother and it makes my heart melt to know that she’s okay and that she’s not mad at me for not visiting for several years. “My legs are still tough, look at me.” She continued. She did a few cha-cha moves right in front of me. “I don’t need to be dependent on crutches. I could still run a few laps and my eyesight are still sharp.”

For some reason, he felt Dave was not well. "Mother, Mother why?" asked Regan, who was sitting beside her. "Egan asked Dali earlier, why didn't he answer?" "Ah, it's okay, Mom was just thinking about work in the office." "Mom no longer even with dad?" he asked curiously. "No really, Mother is really thinking about work in the office. I'm sorry, Mother, I ignored you." "It's okay Mother, Mother don't get too tired to work, Mother will get sick." Agneta smiled at Regan's concern. He hugged his beloved son and kissed his cheek. Regan is such a mood booster.

Another deep breath finished the job. Mom exchanged a glowing smile with Cassie, the kind that warmed her soul and promised unconditional love and support. As time went by, Mom managed to maintain the body of a much younger woman even though she was well into her fifties. Simply stunning, Mom's shoulder length black hair and blue eyes shined. Cassie's sister, Sara, looked just like Mom, and Cassie did too, but her hair and eyes were brown like their dads.

With all her wealth and our family's name, mommy could easily put off anyone overstepping her boundaries. However, today, Mrs. Grey plays the role of a loving and devoted mother. She has an angelic and charming natural smile, only seen within her compound and on a few occasions for the camera. Today Mrs. Grey dazzles in a long chocolate dress, revealing her curves to the public. I envy mommy for being 20 years older than I, yet looking like my age mate. Whenever in social places with her, people, including my friends, mistake mommy for my sister. Mrs. grey pushes aside her old age with a continuous workout. Mommy enjoys morning and evening runs. She participates in weekend hiking and hill-cl

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.

Mom shoots Dad a murderous look before turning back to me. “I want this to be clear. I want to hear Landon say it….to say that he will do something to me over that harlot.” I take a long look at my mom. I remember always thinking she was beautiful and wishing that my mate was as gorgeous as she is. My mom is 5’10, which is a nice height for a she-wolf. Her skin has a dark complexion, and it always glowed. Mom has always been a major patron of all things beauty, including spas. My mom has an elegant way about her that always lights up the room. She wears a lot of wigs even though she has gorgeous hair that is past her shoulders. I asked her once why she wears wigs all of the time. She told me

he murmured, almost passed out and I pulled the covers over both of us before lying on my back, eyes shut close even with my mind far too open to possibilities of what was to come. "S-Soph?", he asked softly, I hummed asking him to continue. "Can I call you Mom?", my eyes widened as I shot my eyes back to him from the ceiling and doubled in a coughing fit. He tried to sit up and look at me but I was quick to pull him back down so he couldn't see my red ears. It all made sense now. When he first didn't want to let go of me, I understood that he had slipped into a regressed age, but since this was my first time dealing with someone who had age regression, I was really new to the term 'mom'.