Mom Son Intimacy Novels & Stories

Lillian shouted, nodding in pain. "Good," I said as I released her. "But, Mom," she protested, rubbing her ear, "I saw a video online that said single mothers face a lot." "Like how?" "Umm, they said in terms of intimacy—not money, because I know you'll say you have money. What about the other side of intimacy, huh? I heard if someone has had good sex, it always makes it difficult for that person to resist. So, Mom, you need to get married. I need a father. Besides, he looks like your husband, which means the equation balances, Mom!"

"Oh! Or remember when Mrs. Chen said—" Mom leaned forward like she was about to drop the conspiracy of the century. "She told me her husband asked why she never blinks during intimacy." I felt my eyes widen slightly at that word. Intimacy. "She said 'I don't have time!'" Mom and Dad both cracked up completely, thinking it was absolutely hilarious. Jax's mouth twitched into almost a real smile. My cheeks heated up immediately because my mother just said "intimacy" while I'm sitting inches from the man who's touched me absolutely everywhere.

It's okay I replied. So when last did you have an intimate moment,he asked. You mean when last I had sex, seven months ago I replied, trying not to feel shy. When last did you finger your self,he asked. 4 months ago, I replied trying to put on a serious face. I frowned and asked; can you really find a solution to my problem? "I'm pretty sure I can Ma. I have to start by examining you Ma, If you go into the examination room through that door, take off all your clothes, put on the gown and I'll be with you in a couple of minutes."He said looking professional.

As they argued from the hotel back home, the atmosphere grew colder and heavier. Mom kept talking, recounting her years of suffering and love for him. "Liam, do you even realize how much I've sacrificed for you over the years?" Mom sobbed uncontrollably. This was a moment of utter defeat and vulnerability I had never seen from her before. "You've always been my priority; I don't even think about anything else! Is this how you repay me in the end?" Mom clutched Dad's collar, crumpling it in the process. Even so, Dad remained motionless as he stood there cold and detached while Mom screamed her heart out.

He thought about it, then said seriously, "Because you're my mom. And also, when you're working, your eyes light up. Daddy says that's called having dreams." I froze for a moment, then pulled him into a tight hug. Caden smiled and wrapped his arms around both of us. "That's right. Your mom is the best mom in the world." Outside, the night was calm. Inside, warm light filled the room. I looked at the two most important people in my life and felt happier than I'd ever been. The seven-year itch wasn't a hurdle to overcome. It was a mirror. It reflected the wear and tear marriage accumulates over the years and revealed the real person hiding beneath all the daily routines and responsibilities.

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

Someone that will do anything for her son. If not, he would never care about a random woman's gaze. He doesn't care if they are beautiful or not. But sincerely, he genuinely appreciates the one staring at him right now. He loves her passion towards her son. She reminds him so much of his mother. He scolds and looks stiff around his mom most times, but that's just to make her reduce her public affection. If he permits the woman, he would treat him like a baby in an open place, which is why he's wearing that facade when they are out on a family outing.

“Mom, I was acting spoiled before. I missed you a lot.” “Jaxon, you should know something. I’m not your mom anymore. You said on the phone that you didn’t want me to be your mom, and I took that seriously. So now, I’m keeping my distance. Aren’t you happy about that?” Jaxon was stunned, and tears filled his eyes. Shaun pulled Jaxon to him and asked, “Jaxon, what did you say to your mom on the phone?” “I-I was just saying things, Mom. I didn’t want you to tell me what to do back then. I now realize that having a mom who cares is a good thing.”

His words brought me back to that night two years ago when Kinsley wore my black maternity dress with lace and lay on the bed. Vicente covered her face with a pillow, having sex with her. She asked, "Why do you keep deceiving yourself like this?" He replied, "The scar on her belly disgusts me." And indeed, after I gave birth to Jamie, Vicente rarely slept with me. Even when he did it, it was just only out of obligation. I said softly, "It's not about once or twice." I thought, "Once you did it, we were over." Vicente and I met on the first day of college.

In these moments, nothing else mattered but him and me. While it scared me at first to focus solely on Cas, it was something I had gotten used to. To be a good mom, I need to be happy too. Being with Cas has made me a better mother, and I can enjoy myself with Cas without thinking of River or Rose or worrying about them. If they wake up, I’ll go to them, but other than that, I will focus on me and Cas in those special moments we have together. That is our time, and it’s important. Everything else can wait. There’s no Oliver, no Kennedy, and no pending doom. Just me and Cas, the love of my life.