Mom Impregnated By Son Novels & Stories

“You’re right. Once she’s married into that family, all our problems will be solved. Not only will your father reap the benefits of being connected to them, but I’ll get the satisfaction of knowing that this pathetic excuse of a woman is tied to someone she truly deserves—an ugly, disabled man on the verge of losing everything.” Sophia giggled, covering her mouth as if savoring the thought. “I know, right? She doesn’t even realize what she’s walking into. Once she figures it out, it’ll be too late—she’ll be stuck with that good-for-nothing loser forever. I can’t wait to see her face when the truth finally hits her. It’s going to be absolutely priceless.”

The poppa up on the roof couldn't hear the screams, but the mischievous son playing video games in his room heard them and came out of his room to see what all the fuss was about. The mischievous son was not surprised to see the momma bent over the table being fucked by the friendly neighbor. He knew the momma had taken other lovers while the poppa was at work during the day, but he had never seen the momma in action before and seeing it made his dick hard. The mischievous son unzipped himself, took out his cock and stroked it while thinking that the momma really couldn't say no lest he tell the poppa what she was doing. The mischievous son walked over to the table and shoved his cock in fro

Tonet's lips curled into something dangerously close to vindication. Mom took a slow step forward. “After your accident. Years ago,” she began, her voice steady but heavy. “The doctors ran several tests. Extensive ones.” I tightened my jaw and said nothing. “They discovered internal trauma,” Mom continued. “A damage that affected your reproductive system.” I felt my heart pound against my ribs. “What damage?” I asked quietly. Mom swallowed. “They said… you'll never be able to impregnate a woman.” The words landed like a gunshot. And my father staggered back into his chair. “What?”

I growl, trying to control my anger. Why the lies? I am in my thirties and now he decides to tell me that? Mom decides to tell me this crap now? Now when I don’t fucking need to know? “We don’t know.” Dad snarls. “For all we know, it could be a lowly omega!” Mom frowns, her heart thundering as she looks between us. But I can see the disappointment in her eyes when she looks at Dad spewing his crap. “He is our son, Aran. We had a sperm donor because you couldn’t conceive! How dare you say he is not ours!” She snaps.

At the supposed three months, her belly looked like she was seven or eight months pregnant. Renee lay on the sofa in the living room, ordering Oliver to feed her while Brady peeled grapes for her. She touched her round belly and suddenly cried out, "Ouch!" Oliver immediately asked in concern, "What's wrong?" Renee smiled and said, "Our sons are kicking me! It hurts so much!" Her belly visibly shifted, and Oliver was overjoyed as he felt the movement. "The Orwell family has always passed down our lineage through one son only. I can’t believe we’re going to be parents to so many sons at this age. It's like a blessing from our ancestors," he said.

My heart hammered in my chest as I brushed a stray strand of my hair backwards when he dropped the bump. “You are the father.” My jaw dropped as the shock punched into me. The life in my face dried out as my bloodstreams stiffen. I shook my head feverishly in disbelief as confusion flooded my senses. “Wh… what? Tha… that can’t be….” My lips quivered as I pushed forward on jelly legs. “That is the truth Mr Xavier, you are the father of her child.”

– Micky says to Blue Ivy – why are you telling me all this? - Be patient. You'll soon understand. Micky rolls his eyes. . Tell me something. You know how mates work, right? - Of course. - And do you also know that when the Moon Goddess gives more than one mate, what happens? - What specifically are you referring to? - To children. When, for example, in your case, your mate gets pregnant. Is the pup yours or Alex's son? - We are both the pup's father. Alex's genes entered me, so I became an alpha when I was born a beta.

"You are getting married to Damien McMillan, the eldest son of the McMillan family," My mother said to me with full authority, her eyes piercing through mine. It didn't sound like she was asking for my opinion or approval, Instead, the look in her eyes gave me this threat that if I dared object or say a word, that would be the end of me. But, oh, right, I was a mute. I couldn't speak or say a word even if I wanted to.

Anye said, occasionally pausing his sentence. . "Soffia's presence was not Uncle Alvaro's wish either; while married, Uncle Alvaro did not want to touch his wife, but with courage, Uncle Alvaro's wife gave stimulants, hoping to get pregnant and make Uncle Alvaro fall in love with his wife, but apparently none of that ever happened. Even though Uncle Alvaro's wife is pregnant, Uncle Alvaro still cannot love his wife," explained Anye. "Until one day, Uncle Alvaro's wife had an accident. At the age of nine months in her womb, Uncle Alvaro's wife fell from the stairs and inevitably had to do surgery to save her baby. Uncle Alvaro promised to learn to love his wife if she wanted to survive. Howev

How could there be such an unscrupulous pair of mother and son? Mrs. Maton was instantly in high spirits again as she got up from the sofa in a lively manner and said, “Let me tell you—you have to calculate the ovulation period first because this is the time when women are most likely to get pregnant…” Mrs. Maton stepped forward and taught her son on how he could get a woman pregnant most easily. Mr. Maton could only look at his wife, who seemed to be very excited, then shake his head in disapproval before he left.