Mom Son First Time Novels & Stories

She felt like a failure as a mother. Sebastian nodded. "I'll take you there." Right now, she needed her son's company more than anything. After dinner, Sebastian drove Lisbeth to the hospital himself. They found Dennis lying bored in his hospital bed. The child was still weak and could do little more than rest. Seeing his mother, his face lit up. "Mommy." Lisbeth gently stroked Dennis's small face. "Mommy's here to see you. I'm staying with you tonight." At three years old, Dennis didn't understand much about the world. But he understood this. "Yay, Mommy stays."

Mom froze, unable to say a word. Her mind went completely blank, leaving only the officer's question repeating itself over and over. Why did she even have a child? After giving birth, she had moved to the city to open a breakfast joint, waking before sunrise and working long hours until her hands were raw with calluses. All she had wanted was to bring me to the city, enroll me in the best school, and dress me in beautiful clothes. Over time, she earned enough and bought a house. As her life improved, she only grew busier than ever.

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

Relatives kept praising her for raising a daughter who studied overseas. Nobody mentioned I was the one paying for it. When I was three months pregnant, Mom stayed at the Brighton estate for a week. Those seven days were a nightmare. One time, Bruce poured me a glass of water, and Mom immediately sneered. "Look at you. You're pregnant, not disabled. Acting like a princess already? You can't even pour your own water?" After meals, I cleaned the dishes while she sat nearby eating snacks. "Wow. Now you know how to work hard? Where was this before?"

Somber music and monotonous decorations filled the funeral hall. A large memorial display stood at the entrance, with my and Dad's names written on it. When Mom saw it, the last trace of her composure crumbled. She fell to her knees and crawled to the front. Before she could even step inside the hall, Larry lifted his foot and punted her away. "Scram, you piece of trash! A monster like you doesn't deserve to show up here! We don't want your wickedness here!"

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

her mum said smiling "I missed you guys so much." "I know sweetheart but forgive mum and dad dear. We've not been able to visit nor have time for you." said her dad to her "Don't say anymore dad, I know you guys love me." she replied and hugged them again The whole family looks on happy as Rosita and her family reunites. The party continued with sharing of pleasantries and dinning. Soon, it was time for Rosita's family to leave back to the states. Rosita and her husband escorted them to the airport and bided their farewells. The rest of Rosita's journey to motherhood continued peacefully with going to motherhood seminars, antenatal and shopping for baby cloths with Kathie and the rest.

“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.

Over the years, Mom had hit more women than I could count. The thought of Mrs. Davis' gentle, refined face bearing scars because of me made my heart shudder. So before Mom's slap could land, I rushed toward her decisively. It was the first time I ever fought back against my mom. Though all I did was tightly grab her arm, it led to an even more violent beating. In the chaos, my forehead struck a nearby rusted railing, and blood immediately gushed out. Startled by the sight, our neighbors slammed their doors shut in fear.