Mom Son Novels & Stories

in her state she kept a large hatred lump in her throat , she hated Lucas so much . cara started playing with her mom who was in a wheel chair but she suddenly spoke " ,..mwommy mwommy I mesh a biiig guy...." she explained to her mom, monica was confused but understood what her daughter told her ...she kept on thinking who did she met..when and how ?..

his mom said, and she ended up with the phone conversations, The following week, a date was picked, and both families agreed on the date, and the wedding preparation was In progress when Thompson's mom had a dialogue with Mary, and said, "Mary, you are like a daughter to me” she said, “and do you know that I like?“ Thom's mom asked, “I know ma'am,” Mary said, “I want you to leave my son alone, and want you to discontinue any relationship with him,” Thom's mom said, “Why, ma'am, we love each other” Mary said,

When she opened her eyes, she saw a boy crying while hugging her legs. "Mommy..." he whispered without blinking with tears in his eyes. "W-who are you?" Fisya looked left and right. “Where are your father and mother?” "Mommy..." he whispered with sobs that began to echo. “Oh my… I'm not your mother—” "No! Mom can't be like that! Should not." Fisha took a deep breath. Just to support herself has made her frustrated, especially now that she is no longer working because she was dismissed by her superiors. “Son… I am not your mother—”

I informed her. "Did Aaron came?" I asked. "Yes he came but I think he is not in a good mood." Mom said. What happened to this monkey now? "Did you say something?" Mom asked. "No," I replied. "Ok go and freshen up we will eat dinner and call that monkey also," she said. "Huh," I asked in confusion "I know you call him monkey monster," she said. "Sorry Mom," I said. "Why are you saying sorry? By the way my son is a monkey only," she said with a chuckle.

"Mother. Why are you crying? You don't have to cry. I know that your son doesn't want to talk to you but we're here. We're so grateful to you for your help. You really helped us a lot. Am proud to have you as my mother."my mom said.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

She looked up at me, confused, suddenly interested in the conversation. “For a person to be a mommy, she must marry a daddy and then they have a beautiful baby. Like you, Hayley. Your mommy and daddy had you. But I’m only your nanny, the one who takes care of you. A mommy must be someone who the daddy loves a lot, so that they get married.”

“Mom guilt? It sounds like the only thing you don’t feel guilty about is turning me down.” “That’s right. Not an ounce of guilt about that.” I said, turning my head and facing Cas with a big smile. He just rolled his eyes at me, and I turned back. “Mom guilt is when you feel guilty for not being there enough, and when you are there, you feel guilty for not doing enough with them. For working too much, not buying enough toys, or too many toys. For saying no or not being strict enough. It’s doubting yourself and feeling like a failure because you want to be the best mom there is.”

I caught her unaware while she wasn't looking by grabbing her phone and pressing the callback button, then handing her the phone. After giving me the stink eye, she took the phone reluctantly and put it to her ear. I heard Titan's voice from the other end, and my mom was polite with her responses. "Well, there's this Monkey Forest I'm going to visit with my son today. It's a natural sanctuary and cultural site that houses hundreds of long-tailed Macaques. I was wondering if you and your daughter would like to join us." My heart raced with excitement, and I nodded, eagerly mouthing the words "Yes" to my mom. She looked at me and hesitated for a moment when she sighed.

“Okay, son. Okay.” And then smacks me on the back of the head. “OUCH!” I yelp. “What the hell?!” “You deserved that,” he says. “You’re supposed to be with all three of them. Hermes didn’t do anything to you. The bond exists for a reason.” Mom comes over and rubs my head. “You didn’t hurt him, did you?” she asks sweetly. “No,” Dad mutters. “Barely touched him.” Then she smacks me. Way harder.