Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

Oh how much I missed her this past few days even though we've been talking on phone, I still missed her. " I see you've met your grand kids?. "Yes dear, and they are so adorable. You know Damien is so handsome I won't be surprised when we start having girls lined up our doors and Lisa she's already a beauty, and Emma, that munchkin is going to be a real beauty when she grows up. She rambled. Damien and Lisa who were standing behind her gave a shy smile. "Mum, You know they are behind you right?. "So? it's the truth. And people there's my mum always so straight forward.

foolishly? Mom could plainly see by the discoloration and distended nature of my 'reproductive organ' that she was 'getting to me.' She was disappointed that I had not cracked yet. She was running out of ideas. Deliverance came when a commercial appeared. It was for baby powder, a pretty mother with her newborn. She noticed I watched with almost religious attention. Mom: "You know Jimmy, I am still only 40. Do you know how long women can have babies?" Me: "I don't know...till they are 40?"

Xiao Hui came out of his grandma’s arms and replied naively, “Grandma, Xiao Hui has grown 20cm tall and has gained 2 pounds weight, that’s what father said.” Mother Mo feigned surprise, “Really, My Xiao Hui has grown so much. Hmm, your dad deserves praise this time.” Xiao Hui was eagerly waiting to tell his grandma about his new mommy. Now that he got a chance, he excitedly spoke, “Grandma, do you know Xiao also has a mommy now? She is very beautiful and takes good care of Xiao Hui.” Mother Mo became wary hearing that. Everyone had just good words to say about that girl which made Mother Mo even more vigilant.

I returned to the home screen then decided to go to the gallery to look at my Mom, the woman I really missed a lot. She didn't changed too much. She still loves wearing expensive things, make ups, high heels and posing like a model even in her age waving too close to 40's. But one thing Is that Mom's no longer wore light make ups, and lipstick. She's now into more dark tone that made her look like an antagonist or someone who plays a bad role. But it's fine fore me, Mom is still Mom. Looks changed, body changed but our heart - never.

I shook my head, “Neither do I but Aaron insisted.” Mom nodded and held my hand, “Come on in. this is going to take time then.” After Mom dragged me in, she went into the kitchen to make us some herbal tea she is trying these days to keep in shape. I inwardly rolled my eyes at that, like she even needs it. the woman can still take part in those pageant shows but no matter what you say, my mother doesn’t believe it and keeps on trying anything that will make her age backward. “What do you think is happening there?” I asked Mom looking at the workshop from the window of the kitchen. It was all calm but my nerves were still wrecking hell on me.

Mothers have their ways to put you on your feet every time, her mom always has a way of ruining their perfectly running conversation whenever she puts a call through, she either asks if she is familiar with the color code 'cockroach brown' just to inform her about the wedding of her neighbor's daughter which she is planning to attend or she brings up a program she listened to on the radio about late childbearing or pre-menopause just to advise her to be fast about settling down or just getting pregnant and bring her her grandchild. Just last week, her mother forwarded a picture of her younger female cousin who had recently put to bed in the states, in a bid to announce that she has become an

“Mom, you don’t need to be so humble! “You raised me all these years. I’d be an ungrateful daughter if I allowed an outsider to offend you! “Between getting married and doing what’s right, which one do you think is more important to me?” Emerald’s heart skipped a beat, but she could not force a smile.

Opening the door, my mum stood at the entrance. "You look really good in that dress, Maya." I giggled, "Thank you mom." "But don't you think the gown is too short?" she asked. "The gown is perfect, mom," I responded. "What about Regan?" she asked, her tone concerned, "I haven't him today, doesn't he know that today is your birthday?" "He should be here any moment," I lied. I knew if I told my mom that I didn't want to see Regan anymore, she would grow suspicious, especially because she's getting fond of having him around for dinner.

Age was merely a number, but AJ couldn’t deny her mom was getting on in years. Her mother looked at least a decade younger than her biological age, but AJ noticed Florence slowing down when she’d come home for visits in the last year. Work-roughened hands reached for the mug. “Thank you. You’re the best daughter ever.” “You’re just saying that because I don’t fight over the remote with you the way Jenn does.” “What does she see in those blasted reality shows?” “Beats me.” AJ smoothed the bedcovers and straightened the stack of Western Horseman magazines. “You need an extra pair of socks?”

--- I imply to her. If there's one thing my mother hates in this life, it's being called a crown. Even though she is in her late fifties, she insists that she is not that old, and to be honest, she is not wrong. Mom is still beautiful, with everything very much on her feet. The stamina she has leaves many a young girl on the floor. "She says, throwing the pillow at me, and without much difficulty I grab it. Get out of my face before I hit you."