Mom Jerks Son Novels & Stories

"This isn’t the time. This is what caused this whole fucking mess in the first place. Just go." He looked gutted, his golden eyes dimmed. He let out a disappointed growl, but I thought he looked so fucking hot, even disappointed. Jeremiah adjusted his shirt and opened the door of his side of the jeep, stepping out into the moonlight, standing there like some tragic god. "Please," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Bring back our son." Our son? I liked the way that sounded from his mouth. And maybe just maybe I wanted to become his Luna after all, but I still needed time.

He can't be with his mother all day, you know that. 'Oh wait!' She said and put her hand on her mouth, 'You don't have a company. You don't even have a mother, and your father doesn't give a sh*t about you and your sister. Oh! What a mess! Oh!' She ended removing her hand from his shoulder while shaking her head. Jeremy turned his head towards her and glared at her again, but before he could say anything she replied, 'Don't you dare to hurt my pride, son. You know what all I can do.' Which made Jeremy lowered down his gaze.

I leaned in to whisper in her ears, “If you ever lay a hand on my son again or even think of coming close to him, you will regret it in ways you can't begin to imagine. You and your family are nothing to us, so stop pestering us and go through the proper channels if you think you want anything, and stop behaving as if you are uncultured.” Her body remained calm and her expression unreadable, but her hands were shaking slightly at her sides. “And trust me, Mrs. Morrison, I am not the same helpless woman you and your son once tossed aside. Test me, and you'll see just how cruel I can also be.” Jason's voice rang out beside me at that moment. “Mom, I fell down while I was playing with my friend

Jeremy scoffed. “What is that supposed to mean?” He shrieked. “Oh please! Don’t act like you two didn’t torment him whenever you came to visit.” Both Jack and Jeremy grew defensive. “We did not! He deserved everything we did to him!” Jack shouted, trying his best to get a word in. “Don’t let them lie to you!” Gerald voiced with laughter. “That kid did nothing wrong ever, and they still managed to find a way to torture him with pranks.” He was shoved by his younger son, who called him a traitor with a wide grin.

Derrick’s voice has turned from worried to damn right pissed. I explain my location and I’m off the phone. Returning to near the shack, I stay hidden by a tree, but keeping watch. I can hear Douglas's screams, him swearing in pain; tears streaming angrily down my face. How dare he? How could he do this? My own father is ruining my life! “THIS IS FOR MY SON! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING PACK! YOU WILL ALL PAY! JAMIE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE!” My stomach heaves, and I throw up in the shrubbery.

Cadfan was so angry, and he gnashed his teeth as he said, “Jeremiah Wade, you’re so full of sh*t!” “I’m full of sh*t?” Jeremiah said coldly, “Your son did not come to Shangri-La at all, but you’re actually coming here to question me now? If you aren’t trying to find fault with me, what are you doing now, then? I’d have nothing to say if your son truly came and stayed at Shangri-La. However, did your son really come here?”

my son stated. Valjerome laughed sarcastically, but did not speak anymore. I took the opportunity to finally approach my son. I embraced Erom tight, scared that Valjerome might do something to him. "Mom, who is he?" my son asked with his innocent curiosity. I tried to smile at him to hide the fear and nervousness I was feeling. "H-he is my boss," I replied. "Jazzie." I stiffened when he called me. I slowly turned to him and stared.

She asked again, getting more suspicious by the second. I took him deeper, swallowing around the head of his cock, my throat squeezing him rhythmically. My throat was filled. Jeremy’s hips jerked involuntarily. He was fighting so fuckin hard not to moan. “Y-yeah, Mom. Everything’s fine. Just game.” His mom sighed. “Alright… but keep it down. Your father has work in the morning.” The door finally clicked shut. She was gone. The second it did, I threw the blanket off and looked up at Jeremy with pure filth in my eyes. “Good boy. Now fuck your big cousin’s ass like you mean it.”

"The fuck did you just say to me? X, can you believe the guts of this guy?" Before Trent could say anything, Jeremy cracked a punch across his lips, stunning the burly guy. "SO YOU CALL MY WIFE A LIAR THEN?" More punches. "ARE YOU SAYING SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR MY SON?" Trent was on the floor now, so Jeremy crouched on him and kept raining blow after blow. Then he stood and kicked him hard in the side. "IF MY WIFE SAYS MY SON NEEDS WARM WATER, THEN YOU BETTER FUCKING PAY ATTENTION AND GET THE WARM WATER, YOU FUCKING SON OF A WHORE!"

Tony Sean breaks their long silence. Jeremy tears his eyes off the lake and smiles at his dad reassuringly. “Yes, so don’t you worry, dad.” “Glad to hear that.” Tony pats his son on his back. “How about you, dad?” “I’m good, son.” Tony shows a more relieved look on his aging face but his eyes are always honest about what he truly feels, and Jeremy can definitely notice it.