Mom Son Incest Story Novels & Stories

"If you've already dealt with them, why are the four of you still here?" Gloria, Tessa, Joanne, and Barbara were rendered speechless by his question. Dad scoffed and continued, "You're the ones who kept bullying my son, right? Weren't you the ones who locked him in a cage? Weren't you the ones who hired men to hurt him? Weren't you the ones who sent Henry to his death because of another man's child?" The color drained from their faces. Gloria's lips trembled. "We were duped by William too, Isaac. We truly treated Henry as if he was our own flesh and blood in the beginning."

Julian's POV It was Monica's mother, Kaitlyn Russo. She had formally separated from Monica's father a few years ago and happened to be living in this country right now. I'd once heard Monica say that when she was little, Kaitlyn would openly fool around with other men right in front of her. She even taught little Monica by example that, in their social class, a person only needed to live well themselves. Ethics and morals were the most useless things. I glanced at Kaitlyn but didn't say anything. She didn't care either. She just made a phone call, and soon, a man was dragged into the hospital.

"Oh, is Anastasia there? Put her on, I want to ask her about shoes." Tristan pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects my lips to his tip. I gasp for air, my face flushed, my neck marked by the belt. He grabs my arm and hauls me up, tossing me onto the king-size bed. I bounce on the mattress, breathless and dazed. He hands me the phone. "Try not to make sound babygirl," he whispers, his voice rough. I take the phone with a trembling hand. "H-hey, Mom," I stammer.

"But don't worry, I don't love Julian. The second I get what's mine, I'm coming to you." "Even if you have to hide me away, even if I'm only ever the other woman, I don't care. And if you don't want my son…" By the timestamps, Lucian hadn't made her wait a single second for the reply. "I'll take care of your son to the end, and I will never let you be the other woman." "As for Vivian, I've already had her dosed. The doctor says she'll never be able to have children." "When the time comes, that's the reason we'll use to push her out of the family."

I bore the pain of contractions and bit my tongue when I heard Zac’s sigh over the phone. After I ended the call, a notification popped onto my phone screen. It was a receipt from a hotel. That was the first time someone had taken photos of Zac and Heather at a hotel. I had just given birth to Manny when the paparazzo asked for a million dollars in exchange for the photos. I paid for it. I finanly realized I was wrong from the start. That was only the start of all the pain and suffering I had to go through. I finally woke up from this nightmare on the day I lost my son.

“When are you going to wake up? We could move to a different city together. “I’ve thought about it. I saved up some money over the years. We could buy a small house, open a little flower shop, and live a safe and happy life. How does that sound?” I wiped away my tears. “As long as you wake up… I’ll do anything.” Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Stella. “Quiana? Are you there? “Jaxon won’t stop throwing up. What should I do? “Shaun’s not home, and the nanny has no clue.” Jaxon shouted in the background, “Mom, I don’t want her help! Dad said she’s not my mother anymore!” Then, he started throwing up again. I let out a bitter laugh. “Did you give him mango?”

"In a shocking development, cosmetics mogul Vivian Hayes' ex-husband Tristan Levine was revealed to be completely homeless and penniless after their divorce just last week." I gripped the arms of my chair until my knuckles whitened. This wasn't part of the plan. Mother promised she would handle the PR tidily and quietly. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, Margot threw her head back and cackled. "Wow, so he really was just a total gold-digging leech, huh? Guess you couldn't ditch that dead weight fast enough!" I forced a weak, awkward chuckle. "Ha, yeah...he was really holding me back there at the end."

"You have to go check this out, Damian! Your mother brought your son to the company, currently staging a protest by kneeling in the lobby and refusing to budge!" I was baffled after learning that Mom had brought my son over. How could I possibly have a son when I wasn't even married? I caught the scrutinizing gazes from those around me and suddenly realized that this was probably some sort of scheme Mom had cooked up. I scoffed inwardly, wondering if she really thought I would be intimidated by her. I cared nothing for public opinion! I had died once, so facing such a thing was nothing to me. In the meantime, the lobby was surrounded by a crowd of gossiping colleagues. There were some kind-h

... Billy Stone glared at me like I was the worst kind of criminal. "You killed Alicia and left her in pieces. I'll make you feel her pain," he spat, rolling up the car window. Beasts tore into me, ripping out my insides. I died in agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day his mom got kidnapped. "Isabel, what do we do? We have to save Mom!" sobbed my sister-in-law, Emily Stone. "Where is Billy? Where did he go?"

"Come and get your son! Do you want to embarrass yourselves even more?" What Shawn didn’t know was that I was already kneeling beside Aster, crying as if I had died all over again. At that moment, I hated myself more than I hated Shawn and Jasmine. Why did I have to stand by and watch my son suffer such cruel abuse? Why did I have to die so soon? If Jasmine truly became Aster’s stepmother one day, would we have to endure this living nightmare forever? Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to.