Mom Age Regression Novels & Stories

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."

"Why? Why not? All your mates have gotten married at your age. Reggie, you are Twenty nine, next year, you'll be Thirty! At your age, I already had you and you were even seven year old then" "That sounds like a you problem, not mine" He shrugged. He wouldn't be getting married because he's at the age of it. Screw that, he wasn't even interested in marriage. "Arghhh! You are so frustrating" She stomp her foot to the floor and got up from the couch then starting advancing towards the door. "Alonzo, please see Mom out" Regan told his Assistant who immediately turned to follow her. "Don't call me your Mom! You don't even listen to me, so how am I your Mom!" She fired at him, making him grin.

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 explained. “That makes sense. I wish they would have talked with me back then, but what is done is done.” I sigh. “They regret not talking with you when the noticed you pulling away from them, but that is in the past. You three need to move forward. Please whatever you do don’t make me a grandmother yet.” Mom states.

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."

Do it again now. My face gave nothing away as I wrote down the answers Mom wanted to see. Ever since I'd found out I was sick, I'd read countless books about acceptance, trying to make peace with both myself and Mom. I told myself Mom just needed to lose herself before she could find her way back. But she never seemed to reach the end of that road. Finally, Mom looked at the perfect score and smiled. "That's more like it. Now, go back to class." … On the third day, Mom suddenly appeared behind me during break. She was smiling, looking nothing like her usual demanding self.

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.

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.’

Looks like she still didn't. "I remember you putting that in her cot the day you came to see her in the hospital when she was born." Mother said. "I've always had it; I didn't remember where it came from." She said. "I can't sleep without her." "Come on, lets get you some fresh air," my mother said and I pushed the chair out of the door. "Mum, I won't be a second." I said, and she took the chair from me. I walked back into the room where her father and the doctor stood. Her child-like regression worried me a little. "Is it just me who noticed the childlike regression?"