Mom And Son Love Novels & Stories

he called. The mother and son stared straight into each other’s eyes as though searching for a missing object. “Thank you, Mummy. Thank you for accepting the woman I love,” he appreciated. “Thank you, son. Thank you for forgiving Mother and welcoming her back into your arms with open arms,” she joked. Again, the duo erupted in laughter.

I laugh a real, genuine, long laugh, knowing how much Maria Slater loves me as her son. “I hear you, and I promise.” “Send me the contract now, and I’ll look at it now.” “You said you were really busy?” “Not too busy to help my son save the woman he loves.” I don’t argue or fight her about this; instead, I say, “I love you, Mom.” “I love you, too, baby.”

Valentine chuckled lightly at his son’s sleepy expression as Marvel tried to force his eyes open. Marvel looks around, then as Valentine opens the door, his eyes finally land on his mother. “Mommy!” he yells, then leaps out of Valentine’s arms into hers. Vivian grips him tightly, squatting down and crying with him as they cling to one another. I want to do the same for her. The longing is so strong, my body is itching with the desire. I just want to touch her and make sure that beautiful woman is real. She’s beautiful; everything about her. The way she is clinging to her son is how I should have clung on to her.

I was in bed sleeping like a log of wood after wetting my blue bed sheet with tears, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my son's gentle, slate-blue eyes. He smiled and said,mom, everything will be okay, you still have me, we both have each other. He said, looking like a warrior who survived battle. thank you baby, I said. have you eaten anything yet,he replied like a baby,yeah, I ate some eggs and salad, I asked about Sarah, has she gone back home,he said, yeah she left early this morning.

Briston "Mama, don't go." I heard my own voice before I was fully awake, and for three seconds the warmth under my head was real, the gentle weight of familiar hands was real, and my mother was alive and nothing had gone wrong yet. Then the three seconds ended.

I compliment. "Thanks sweetheart. Out for a jog again?" I nod, taking a bit of an apple. "Yeah. I thought I should come and see my favourite people, tell them about my news." I smile. My dad walks inside. "Thanks Luci, those smell amazing darling." My Dad says and puts his arm around my mother. I smile. I want what they have. They are so happy. He tries to take a muffin. My mother slaps his hand. "Not now Gordon. Later on. They still need to cool." She scolds. He laughs. I grin at the two, even though they have been married for almost thirty years, their love never grows cold.

She’s emotionally blackmailing me and I don’t like it because I don’t wanna see her crying. “But mom, how about Yoo-mi? You know how much I love her. I want to be with her. I want her to be my wife, the mother of my children.” “I’m sorry son but it’s time for you to forget her.” "Mom, I love her, I really love her. I love her more than I can ever begin to tell you because I don’t even understand it myself. I never thought I could or I would feel it this way. All I know is that she is my only shot of happiness. She always forgives me even when she shouldn’t, she always says the right thing. She’s always the right girl for me, mom.” I am out of breath and by the time I finished, mom’s cheeks a

I bit my lip and continued, "But mom, I don't think so, it is needed, and I am happy with our current connection." And after yesterday's incident, I want him more than anything. I desperately want to feel his amazing, delectable lips over me once more, all over my body. Mom clutched her fork so tightly I could see tears in her eyes. She murmured, "I can't see him like that, he is my son, he keeps working all day without living his life like one has to, without any emotions, I can't see my son like that, like stone and so cold without my emotions in it.

Faith leaned against her son as they made their way back. Chris asked "is this a good idea? you know it is daylight and someone might see us." "Chris." His mother said. "Right now, I don't care who sees us. I love you in a way I didn't think was possible Chris. And I need you too." She said the words with trepidation and emotion. Chris could feel the emotion she felt as she spoke. He had felt the same way, and for far longer than her. "Momma," he said. "I am in love with you too."

he praised, his appreciation evident in his voice. Damon chimed in, his agreement resonating in the room. "Totally agree, I loved it too," he added, a rare moment of camaraderie shared between the two brothers. Their mother's face lit up with happiness, observing her sons together, engaging in casual conversation. Unbeknownst to her, this harmonious interaction concealed a carefully crafted facade, masking the underlying tension that plagued their household.