Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

he croaks, pushing her hand away. “Hello, Adonis.” My mother leans closer to my father, her smile warm albeit a little strained. Her dark hair is knotted in a bun, wisps falling around her oval-shaped face. At thirty-eight, she hardly has a wrinkle. Her skin is smooth, and her features are youthful, yet a permanent tiredness makes her seem older. “Are you well?” “Hello, Mama. I’ve never been better.” She picks up a tray. “I’ll make kare-kare tomorrow.”

The rest of the time, even though Patricia never scolded him, she always spoke to him harshly and Kenzie didn't like that. "I don't want to be here. I want to go with Mommy," Kenzie pleaded with Audrey. Hearing Kenzie refer to Audrey as Mommy, Patricia's eyes widened. She did not accept that the child considered Audrey as his mother. "Kenzie, Audrey is not your mother. I am your mother. So, you have to call me Mommy." She tried to speak very gently to the child. Unlike Audrey, Patricia forced Kenzie to call her Mommy and it increased Kenzie's hatred towards Patricia.

Instead, I help her back toward the patio as the twins continue chasing each other through the yard. Mom sinks into one of the chairs with a small sigh. “I’m getting old.” I snort. “You’re forty-two.” “Practically ancient,” she sighs woefully. “You’re not funny.” She chuckles, squeezing my hand. For a moment, I catch a glimpse of the mother I’ve always known. The one who used to race us to the mailbox, the one who climbed trees with the twins and never seemed tired, the one who can always make my Dad laugh even in his foulest mood.

"That's why we move, so I can keep my job and support this family." "But this isn't right—" Mom cut herself off when she spotted me entering the kitchen. Classic move—heaven forbid I hear them fighting about me. Yes, I heard nothing about how Bert's an ass who just pretends to like me when Mom's around, I thought bitterly. I never understood how my mother ended up with him. Mom was a beauty, though Bert had worn her down over the years. Golden blonde hair, pale blue eyes, model's figure—she was the sweetest person you'd ever meet, would do anything for anyone. Used to be a registered nurse when she was with my dad. Old photos showed they were actually happy together. She was always smiling b

"I'm the town handyman your mother called me when things broke. That's all." "That's all," I repeated, not believing him for a second.The lawyer's office was three blocks away. I left Gus in the restaurant and walked there in the fading afternoon light, my mind spinning with everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Mr. Santoro was an old man who'd known my family since before I was born. He offered his condolences, handed me documents to sign, and then dropped the bomb I should have seen coming."Your mother remarried six months ago."I stared at him. "What?"

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All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.