Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

I giggled mom : when you will say that you're in a relationship me : mom do I look too old mom : no princess I wanna know your taste me : I don't have any specific taste mom mom : then me : I want someone to be genuine that's it I don't want anyother things mom : wow my baby girl is grownup now me : mom mom : its true sweety Rio : you always praise her mom : I'm praising you also rio rio : did you ever felt that your son is single here me : lol mom bring a mirror mom : why dear me : to show him that he is a parrot not a human rio : is there anywhere that parrots should be single

Mom said. "Just to make everything clear," I replied, "my only regret is not seeing my mother as a woman sooner in my life." Mom leaned against the truck's door and put her left knee on the bench seat. She wore loose shorts. I could see that she was pantyless, and her nipples were two hard points behind the borrowed tank top. "I would have been receptive," she replied, letting her finger trail up her thigh. "You're quite a distraction, mother," I said. Her hand flew out and she turned forward. "There will be no distractions. You are responsible for my life's work."

"Are you out of your mind? 600 thousand dollars for three days? I don't want to live like this anymore. I've had enough!" My nose stung, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Then, Mom carefully took my hand. "Nat, I don't want to lose you. Stay with me a few more days, okay?" In that instant, she looked years older. The streaks of gray at her temples sent a pang through my chest. But I turned away, refusing to look at either her or the doctor. … In the end, Mom got her way. She still went through with the treatment.

Every strike from Mom was harder than the previous one. "Go ahead and stuff yourself as much as you can! I'll demolish you, you fat, greedy pig! I'll rid you of all your unwanted flesh!" Abigail was too heavy to dodge in time. She could only cover her head and scream, "Stop, Mom! Stop! It's me, Abigail…" "No, you're a pig. You're a goddamn pig!" Mom had completely lost touch with reality. The doctors rushed in and sedated her.

"Well, I will make him apologise even a thousand times. He has to find a way to make you forgive him. I don't want you to hold grudges against anyone. I've seen what resentment does to people. It destroys them from the inside out. Alpha Pace wasn't always evil. But he became greedy, and he resented me for refusing to be his Luna. In the end, he reached a point of wanting to destroy me. If he couldn't have me, then no one else could. He reached a point of no return all because of hatred, resentment and greed... I want you to live a life free of grudges and resentment. I'm not going to force you to forgive your father, but I want you to let go of the grudge you have against him. It's not worth

Dad’s sarcasm always grated on me. "Wait, wait, wait." Mom waved her hands. "Let’s get things straight. Let’s assume age isn’t that important—" She tried to brush it off, but I could tell from her voice she hated that detail. "—because, well, I remember the boy now, and I know how old he looks, but... but he’s your ex’s cousin!" She glared at me. "He’s a Saravia, for God’s sake! What kind of future does that relationship have?"

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

"Honey, it's not that Mom doesn't want to. Mom just-" "Your mother will," Regan cut in with a flat face. Fisya, who heard Regan's one-sided agreement, turned to the man. "You?!" "Your mother is just embarrassed that she still wets the bed," Regan teased. Fisya's hand that had been swung was about to hit Regan. She immediately dropped it. There was no way an ordinary woman like her would succeed against a Regan. Fisya knew enough, in the end she would always lose to that crazy man.

“You really don’t look like someone who’s given birth to a child.” Norman shrugged. “That’s normal. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 20. She claims that the earlier a woman gives birth, the faster her body recovers. You saw her the other night, didn’t you? Does she look like a woman who’s in her 40s to you? My dad’s 57 years old this year, so whenever he brings her out to social events, others usually think that she’s his mistress instead of his wife.” The corners of everyone’s mouths twitched.

I don’t want you to feel bad if you should hear that I wasn’t just lucky enough to marry your father and give birth to a wonderful child like you at a young age, but also have a boyfriend at my old age. I burst out laughing, taking her by surprise. It took a while for me to get over my laughter, but I did. ‘Are you kidding? Did you just refer to yourself as old?’ another round of laughter bubbled its way out of me, causing Mom to join me. ‘Don’t say this outside, Mom, or you would get weird looks from people,’ I giggled. ‘You are only forty-three. That doesn’t count as being old.’ ‘Whatever,’ she scoffed. ‘What I am trying to say is that I didn’t want you to feel bad about yourself.’