Mom Son First Time Novels & Stories

"Don't be ridiculous. You're my son. Of course, you're getting married. I'm waiting for grandkids." Kaden leaned his head against her shoulder. The picture of a loving mother and son. It stung my eyes. My cheek was burning. I wiped the corner of my eye with my hand, pointed at the door, and said coldly, "Get out. Both of you. You're not welcome in my home." The last bit of warmth in my mom's eyes disappeared. She looked at me like I was a stranger. "The deed says it in black and white. This is my house. You're the one who needs to get out."

"For your next prenatal check-up, it would be better if you brought your husband. The father needs to be here so he is aware of the dos and don'ts of a pregnant woman. The first trimester is the most delicate, Ma'am Solana." I looked down at my lap. My fingers twisted together from intense nervousness. It was embarrassing, but I needed to be honest. "Doc... the father of the child doesn't know he's going to have a baby." The doctor froze. Surprise was visible in her eyes at my sudden confession. She stared at me for a long time before taking a deep breath and holding my hand over the table. “Does he have a family?” “Not yet, but he already has a girlfriend.” I bowed my head as I answered.

I cursed for the first time in my life. "You didn't only get pregnant, you curse too," I heard my mum's voice. "Oh, no," I cried. "It isn't what you think mum. I swear this is my first time cursing," I said. "Then the pregnancy?" she asked and flung the papers at me. "I'm sorry Mum, it was a mistake," I cried. "Mistake. You just soiled my reputation. What will the people in the church think? My daughter got pregnant out of wedlock. Gosh, I'm so disappointed in you," She thundered.

Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now. But they don't know how it feels to go to a club with your mom, watch the woman who gave birth to you get hinted on by a couple of guys twice younger than her. It sucks and it's so embarrassing. "Okay enough of that baby cakes, How is your dating life right now."

“No, moon.” I will let him figure it out while I try to decide if this is the best time to bring a baby into our lives. I want a baby with Cas, but, I kind of want him to myself for a little while longer. Cas doesn’t realize how hard that first year is. How little rest you get and how those hormones make you crazy. He probably thinks it’s all beautiful, glowing, and growing, but in reality, it’s not being able to poop, having sore breasts, being nauseous, having thick ankles, and having a sex drive that goes from none existing to very high, depending on which month I’m in.

For a second, everything went silent, the only sound our breathing and the distant hum of the house. Then, SLAP. Her hand connected with my cheek hard enough to sting, the crack loud in the small room. I gasped, stumbling back a step and holding my face as hot tears burned in my eyes. The pain bloomed across my skin, sharp and immediate, but it was nothing compared to the shock twisting in my gut. “You will not speak to me like that,” Mom said, her voice trembling with anger and something deeper, pain, maybe. Her hand was still raised slightly, shaking. “You are staying home this year. End of discussion. I am your mother, and you will respect my decision.”

The plane landed, and I went straight to my son's elementary school by cab. My son, Tony Garnder, was seven years old and was in first grade. It was currently 1:40 pm. The first class of the afternoon had just started. The security guard was diligent. The moment he learned I was a parent, he called the homeroom teacher. A few minutes later, a young woman in a white blouse and a black skirt came running out. She looked fresh out of college.

But at the same time, Mom is latched onto my cock like a baby on a bottle. I simply mumble "Are you sure?" To which Mom releases my semi-hard cock from her mouth and says "I'm positive sweetheart. Just relax and let it go. It'll take a little concentration on your part the first time or two, but just go with it. Trust me. Please." and then she returns to her prior position suctioned to me. Can't argue with Mom, right? What she says, goes... So here goes...

Mike looked down at his mom, her loving gaze locked with his. "Come for me baby,” she urged. “Right now." Mike felt her claw her nails down his back, and then his eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm shot through him like a bolt of lightning, his cock twitching and spurting deep inside his mom. Mike collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, her legs still clamped around him. She massaged his neck and whispered in his ear. "Congratulations Mikey. Mommy's so proud. Did you enjoy your first time?"

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.