Mom Son Making Novels & Stories

“Thanks.” Sure enough, both mothers were in the kitchen. They looked like they were baking. Mother, with her apron tied around her waist, flour on her apron and fingers, didn’t look like the chairlady of the Golden Arts Foundation. She looked… human. “You’re pressing too hard,” Mrs. Monroe said gently. “It’s supposed to breathe under your palms.” Mother frowned. “Bread does not breathe, Sandra.” Mrs. Monroe laughed. “Maybe not literally. But you’ll feel it if you slow down.”

As I hung up mom said, "Your dad is leaving this afternoon and mommy intends to keep her little boy busy tonight. Keep that in mind while you are spreading pollen over at Monica's" Monica was lying in the middle of her bed fucking herself with a large dildo when I got there. She looked up at me and smiled, "Just getting it heated up for you so we don't have to waste time on foreplay. Come on over here and give me the real thing." I had to run like hell to get to class on time.

, I said, my lips almost tearing apart for smiling too hard. " You're welcome dear", mom said. " Mom?" " What is it?" she rolled her eyes, chewing what was in her mouth. " You're not dad". " Says who? I and your father are one", she said, mimicking the voice of the monkey priest in The Lion King movie. We burst out in laughter. The sound of laughter made the aroma of the pancake more pleasing.

My mum chewed. “That's good to hear. Venus just launched a new product. Quintessentially, you must have heard of it. Our sales are skyrocketing.” She said confidently. “Oh wow. I'm not keen on makeup, so I must have missed the name,” My mum said. I thought the salad was too vinegary. “I know that, that's why I brought you one.” She reached for her purse and brought out a small pack Venus designed for sale. “Have it.” “Oh my. Thank you so much. I'll use it well.” And that was how Cynthia Stathom promoted her latest product with such smoothness.

Lucrecia asks turning to look at Ramon. "Tomorrow, at 10.30 am. In our building" Ramon replies Lucrecia's question. After the activity of telling the schedule, everything goes as usual. Reading file, reviewing the result of reports from the manager and the Department regarding their responsibilities. In the midst of the bustle, she always makes time for her son, even if it's just having a video call. When it comes to talk about her son Xavier, She isn't sure to call it as a gift or as a blessing, it's because even though she got part with her ex-husband, she was given a son by God.

“I made you some soup.” Mason continued in a low voice, “I made this for you because you’re pregnant.” Queenie’s eyes lit up at his words. Mason had made soup for her! She had to have some! “What are you waiting for, Mom? Get some for me.” Pamela snapped out of it when Queenie said that. She quickly smiled as she brought over a bowl and spoon. She happily scooped some of the soup out for Queenie. Mason treated her really well.

She could pass as an elder sister to me. "Hi mom, what are you making?" I asked, strolling towards her. "I am making spaghetti carbonara," she simply replied and turned to her pan. My eyes twinkled and I looked over her shoulders to see her stirring the delicacy she just made. I was thinking she just started not knowing she was done with it. "That's something new, I am so going to love this. Too bad Zain is not at home, " I stated sadly. My mom's gaze softened at my words and she came near me and gently put her hands on my cheeks,

"I think so." "Well, your family is coming to see you; maybe that will help. Sometimes we need our mothers to tell us that everything is going to be alright. A mother's touch will fix you right up." "More like a mother's shove." "We'll do whatever it takes," she nods, laughing a bit to herself. "What time do they get here?" "Five." I yawn. "Dinner is at seven-thirty, right?" "Right. I'm making something special, even had to request some help. I hope your family likes lemon meringue pie."

The weight of my father’s earlier words slid to the back of my mind, dissolving like smoke. I followed his gaze out the window, curious about what held his attention so intently. The glass framed a long, winding path leading into a lush, secluded garden, a place I’d never explored since arriving here. “That was my mother’s favorite part of the house,” he said suddenly, his voice low and steady. I drew in a deep, quiet breath, afraid to break the moment and make him stop talking.

In the end, he muttered through gritted teeth, “Fine. I won’t argue with you. But if anything happens to Ray, I’ll never let you off the hook!” With that, he slammed the main door and left. Mom spat in disgust before storming over to my room, banging on it twice. “Raiden Stone! Get out here! What are you playing at? Don’t want the cake. Door locked. What do you think you’re doing?” Another enduring silence and Mom blew her top. “If you dare, then don’t ever come out!” She panted heavily, then turned to Bella. “What are you looking at? Go and do your homework!”