Mom Impregnated By Son Novels & Stories

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son, Evan Shaw. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.”

"Still a little glutton, I see." She immediately protested, "Me? It's not me. Your son's the one craving it." I reached out and caressed her rounded stomach, teasing, "He's a bit small to be a scapegoat for your cravings, don't you think?" She laughed and gave my arm a playful punch. Three months later, Clara and I welcomed our child into the world, and from that moment on, we officially became a happy family of three.

I questioned whether I was the problem. I tried harder to keep them happy, but the more I gave, the more they took me for granted. One day, Jonah brought Suzanne home. She taunted me about Mom's suicide, and I lost control. I attacked her, but Jonah shielded her. In the struggle, I fell and lost our second child. Jonah was consumed by guilt after that. He swore he would cut all ties with Suzanne. I trusted him. But soon enough, Suzanne posted a picture of a man cooking, and on his finger was the faint pale band left by a wedding ring.

I continued, “I must always choose what is best for this pack—above my own comfort, above tradition, and above personal ties.” Her smile wavered. I turned slightly, scanning the faces before me. “Recently, the Moon has revealed a truth I can no longer ignore.” The room grew even quieter. “I have a son.” Gasps broke out instantly. “What?” “A son?” “That’s impossible—” Marian’s face drained of color. “My son,” I said clearly, “was born to another woman. A woman who is now my true chosen mate.” The shock hit like a wave. Marian staggered back a step. “No,” she whispered. “That’s not true.”

he said, "whoever dares to impersonate his wife has some nerve. He's known his wife since childhood—they grew up together. How could he ever mistake someone else for her?" Beside me, my younger cousin Hailey's face flushed with anger, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mary, what is going on here? Why are they accusing you of being an impostor? Wasn't it always decided that you and Cain would marry? Didn't we come here to prepare for your wedding?"

I feel relatively safe, and there is always a chance that Montie welcomed my absence when he discovered it. Still, a consummated marriage is essential to my strategy. I refused to feel guilty because my plan had gone wrong and I am now the wife of the son rather than the father. I am not going to reconsider my plan simply because Ben had shown a momentary kindness and given me a set of keys. Or because he truly seems to care for his father. Or because he seems capable of destroying me with little more than a touch.

"What is it?" His mother can't help but show a little smile. "Wrenley, for our family bloodline to continue, my son must conceive. You understand, don't you? The issue is that if he were to impregnate your human body, the baby would die. It cannot survive in your womb. I'm sure the process will take a toll on your body as well as you would be trying to grow a child that you physically cannot." I hear Adam walking behind me. As much as I want to crawl under my bed and never come out, I hold in my feelings and say, "Thank you for telling me."

"Honey, you have to trust me this time. We must terminate this pregnancy." No sooner had the words left my mouth than the child kicked sharply, and his voice rushed into my head in outrage, "Mommy! How can you be so cruel? Just because you're afraid Dad will find out I'm not his biological son, you want to abort me to hide your cheating?!"

A loud bang echoed through the phone, and Jimmy could only assume his father just put his fist through his desk. "What the fuck did you say?! I know I didn't hear you say what I think you said! You know damn good and well that the Moon Goddess doesn't mate men together! No son of mine will be a fag! The Goddess gave you a dick to stick in a pussy, Not up some fucking fagot's ass!" Jimmy's father said, and both Jimmy and Charlie tensed up. Charlie pressed his face against Jimmy's neck again, gripping him tighter. "You heard me correctly, I found my mate. It's a guy, and I love him!"

“Don't ever touch me. I never wanted this pregnancy to be with you. I should have conceived the son of the Alpha Blood Moon Pack. But look now... I'm pregnant with the son of a rogue like you. I don't even want to have any son or offspring with you.” James's mom muttered hitting herself in the stomach in a rough motion right there now. This immediately made the foreign man frantically grip James's mom's wrists very tightly, so that he would no longer hit his own stomach there. James who saw that felt very sick in his heart now, even so, even he himself still didn't understand the whole situation there.