Mom Seduces Young Son Novels & Stories

Aiden nodded and whispered in his father's ear, "He said mommy is a who*e and he likes f*king them." Asher lifted his gaze to look at the fatso, then his lips curled into a bone-chilling smile. When fatso and his mother, plus some observant people saw that deadly smile, fear rose in their hearts and the people immediately moved away, abandoning fatso and his mother. Aiden continued after that. "When he said that, I slapped his face, then he pulled my hair and started poking my face while insulting and threatening to throw me out of the train if I'm not obedient. My hair was hurting, so I bit his finger hard. Before he could hit me, the train started moving. After a long time, when I was scre

She clutched my clothes with her tiny hands. "Mommy, that bad woman is up to something again!" I narrowed my eyes. I couldn’t let her get away with this. Just then, a childish voice echoed from inside the villa, "Mom, what are you doing?" I turned to see Johnny, her son, standing there holding a toy gun, looking at his mother suspiciously. Upon hearing Johnny’s voice, Patrick lifted his head only to meet Jennifer’s panicked expression. Before he could question her, Lily rushed over, breathless.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

Where? This time she replied quickly: [Stop worrying about where the photo came from! The point is she cheated! Why are you so hung up on that.] She was getting anxious. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice input, sending a message directly, "Mom… my heart really hurts. What should I do…" My voice trembled, like I was on the verge of tears. Three seconds later, a voice message came back. She was crying dramatically, her performance flawless. "My poor son! I told you long ago that Emily couldn't be trusted! Rich women are all like this!"

"Don't worry. I already have someone keeping an eye on Marcus." Rosie, too, inched closer and spoke up for her. "I'm the one who asked Mommy to come, Daddy. I miss Mom." Rosie now had two mothers, and she had become much more cheerful. Looking at her innocent, smiling face, I didn't have the heart to lecture her for not listening to me. I waited anxiously for half an hour before the delivery room doors finally swung open. The doctor emerged, beaming. "Congratulations, Mr. Coleman! Your wife has given birth to a son. Both mother and baby are doing well!"

And who said I dumped Justin? Everyone looked confused. "Didn't you say it yourself? That you were the mother?" "I've always treated Adrian like a younger brother," Rowena quickly explained. "The baby lost his mother the moment he was born. I became his godmother so he wouldn't grow up being bullied." "You should've told us that sooner, Rowena. With the way you set all this up, we thought this was your biological son!" "And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad."

The love I'd once felt for my husband and my child had been replaced by numb, aching hollowness. "Luke, you must be tired too. Go to bed." I turned away and poured myself a glass of water. Father and son exchanged a glance---that familiar, conspiratorial look between them---and the sight left me cold. Lucien put his hand on Luke's shoulder, ready to send the boy off to wash up and sleep. But Luke was still wired. I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts.

"Mom, look! Isn't Molly amazing? The instructor says that if we enroll her in an international piano program, she's guaranteed to become a famous pianist! The money on your card is just sitting there anyway…" My youngest son, Leo Sutton, was even more forthright. He texted me a picture of sneakers and said, "Mom, this is all I want for my birthday. It's only 30 thousand dollars. That's nothing compared to what you have on the card." The moment I said there was no money left in the bank account, their expressions shifted instantly. "Are you senile? The money must've been scammed away!" "We've worked so hard saving that for you! How could you just waste it?"

However, the very next second, Elena clutched her stomach and leaned into his arms, saying she couldn't be triggered. Ian immediately instructed the security guards to drag us out. "Don't let them make a scene here." Those were the last words he said. It was raining cats and dogs when Mom and I were shoved out the hotel entrance. Mom was soaked to the bone, but she still refused to leave, her eyes completely locked onto the bright lights inside. Later on, I chased after Ian and refused to let go, clutching the corner of his coat and asking him why he had abandoned us. Losing his patience, he violently shoved me away.

When we got home, Sean sat in the living room with the baby in his arms. The moment he saw us walk in, he stood up with a smile. “Miley, you are back…” … My mother did not look at him. She walked straight upstairs. The smile froze on Sean’s face. He turned to me, hatred flashing in his eyes. “Your father is dead. This house belongs to me now.” He crouched down until his face was inches from mine. His voice dropped low. “You had better learn your place.” I said nothing. Dad taught me never to argue with crazy people.