Mom And Son First Time Novels & Stories

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

Susan yells, pushing up against mom's mouth. "Mmmm. Just as delicious as I knew you'd be." Mom says, licking her lips and looking over her shoulder at me. "I think I recognize the flavor, too!" Mom says, turning back to continue eating Susan's pussy. Susan is writhing around on the bed as mom slurps up her juices, but her eyes are wide open, staring at me. My cock is aching as I survey the action on mom's bed, but I don't want to interrupt their first time together. I lean against the dresser and just watch.

“Aaron…” “Richard,” “Thank you, mom.” He son kisses her on the cheek for the first time in years.

My mother informed me about the pain of a first shift and I was trying mentally to prepare myself for it. When the moon was at its highest peak, we had made it to the opening where I usually came to think. The pond glistened in the moon light as a soft mist rose from it. It had to be the most magical spot I knew of. “Now remember Sweetie it only hurts for a minute and the pain goes away.” My mother tells me reassuring me that everything is going to be alright. “Any minute now.” My father said as he was getting inpatient. Clearly both of my parents were excited to see their pup shift for the first time.

“Oh my son.. I miss you so much!! Let Mama see your face..” Andy was stay still be patient with his mother. “Why you're so thin, son?” “Why didn't you tell me first?” Andy protested. “Mama forbade me to tell you.” Dad hugged Andy and gave him a pat on the back. “I want to see your life here as it is, without announce will come.” Mama's eyes are already busy exploring the whole room. “Yeah, suprise!” Dad sound cheerful clingy to Mom. “This is definitely not suprise, but big trouble.” Inner Andy.

Seeing that she was about to scream again, I covered her mouth quickly, and my tears fell onto the back of her hand. I said, "Mom, I'm not a murderer. I'm your son. When I was little, you taught me to ride a bike, and when I fell, you carried me to the hospital. The day I got into college, you were so happy that you gave out candy to the whole neighborhood. Mom, please look at me!" Maybe it was the mother-son bond, or maybe my tears were too real. The madness in Mom's eyes slowly faded, replaced by deep sorrow. Her trembling hand reached up to touch my face.

She burst into hysterical laughter. "I'm a monster! An absolute monster! My own son is dead, and not even his ashes remain! I treated such an evil man like an angel. I doubted my own son, and I believed an outsider instead…" Guilt and overwhelming regret swallowed her whole. As she turned around, she suddenly saw Cassadee walking over with a smile. "Mom! Mom, what are you doing here? Dad's been trying to call you." Like a lifeless puppet, she followed Cassadee back to Hunter's hospital room. There, she stared intently at the father and daughter.

“How can this be better than the PS5?” “YES!” Mason’s dad literally barked his heart out causing us to laugh. I turned to Mason and he was recording everything. All of them stood up and hugged me. “No wonder why Mason ordered so much food, I thought you’re on your period.” Mom said and I showed her and Sandra the ultrasound photos. “AWWWWW look at the cute little cookie!” Mom squealed and I turned to see our dads already wearing the I’m a grandfather sweatshirt. I chuckled seeing them and they even took selfie together.

I froze for a moment before instinctively getting up and walking outside. That was when I saw Henry reaching out to gently fix Evelyn’s hair. Not far away, my son stood at the elevator. His backpack was slung over his tiny shoulders as he stared blankly at his father tenderly caring for a woman he had never met before. Henry’s gentleness and patience. My son and I had never seen it before. I was about to take him away when Henry finally noticed him. His body stiffened briefly, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

I lowered my voice. Both Matthew and I were first-time parents. We were confused about a lot of things. There were times when it was because of our awkwardness that our son cried so much and no one could comfort him. The son was not yet grown, and Matthew wanted another child. He was really in a hurry.