Mom Son Real Story Novels & Stories

Mom releases my bust, slides her hand down to my stomach, and strokes. "Later when I took you home, I realized it was just the two of us against the world. They kicked me out because I spent one drunken night with a stranger, and got pregnant with you. I would've been married to the Alpha's son at eighteen." Mom is still stroking my stomach, making me feel utterly uncomfortable. "You know what I thought about?" Mom questions. "N-n-no," how cranky my stammer comes out shows how afraid I am right now. "Killing you," she blurts out.

intricate threads of deceit that had woven themselves into the fabric of my life. "So, Aliyah, tell me more about this Roman Kent and your work," my mother probed gently, sipping her tea. I took a deep breath, the air heavy with the weight of the unspoken. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you," I began hesitantly, placing my cup on the coffee table. Her eyes fixed on mine, a mixture of curiosity and concern playing in their depths. "What is it, dear? You know you can tell me anything." I nodded, summoning the courage to unravel the tangled mess of my life. "Mom, I'm not really working with Roman Kent. I'm… I'm married to Kelan, the eldest son of the Donalds." Silence hung in the air,

“That’s right, Carys. I didn’t tell you before to give you a surprise.” His response left me scratching my head. Was I wrong about Bryan again? Did he really love Mom? As I debated in my head, Mom grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. “We should just be a family, Carys. I know you can’t accept him right now, but I’m carrying his baby.” As much as the situation was upsetting, Mom was pregnant. I would always be sympathetic to Mom. So, I nodded at her. Overjoyed, Mom threw herself into Bryan’s arms.

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

, Porishma asked confusedly. "Yes! My Son. ANSH! A part of me and the part of Rudra. Our son", Mompi said and cried loudly. Aunt Asha embraced Mompi and looked at Porishma. "Then you'll not inform Rudra about your baby? He'll hate me if he gets to know that I lied to him", Porishma said seriously as there was a nagging feeling in her heart. "He won't do it because we know him and he knows you well. He is a softy. I know him. He can't hate you. He will never hate. He is the most mature, sensible, and understanding man", Mompi said and smiled widely at Porishma.

Facing the judgmental stares around me, I spoke coldly, "You worked so hard? Mom, ask yourself this. You were the one who insisted on helping me take care of Ciara. And after that, I bought you and Dad an apartment upstairs from mine. Now, you're asking me to pay you?" Mom's expression stiffened. Then, she forced herself to continue, "I only helped because I knew you were struggling. Besides, you only paid the down payment on that apartment." The crowd started whispering again. At that moment, Howard came rushing over. He grabbed Mom, putting on a pained expression, and spoke in a righteous tone, "Vanessa! How could you do this to Mom? Yes, she made a mistake. But you can't be this heartless

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

she insisted. SLAP! My palm landed on her cheeks. “What? You do not want to face reality? Aren’t you going to leave the city tomorrow?” She gave me a daunting look. “This guy here is mine, he is my son’s father and I will make sure to make him cut off all ties with you and your miserable daughter.” SLAP! My palms landed on her cheeks again. Malcolm didn’t bother to stop me, he just stood there, watching everything unfold. “Malcolm,” I called. Like an obedient little boy, desperate to get something from his mum, he came to me immediately.

* * * Mom is so eager to film her new reality, "Does a Slut Live Here?" It's a brilliant idea where she and Dad go from door to door and fucking horny housewives and their nubile daughters. That was the real reason for the trip, and why they had to bring both their sex slaves along to be the camerasluts. Mom is so wet for it. She loves watching Dad fuck other women, the naughty cuckqueen. She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter.

Alesha again approached Anjani and took over for Alvin. "Hi, Mommy's child," said Alesha, as if she were talking to her son. "Miss must be tired, why don't you clean up and eat first?" asked Anjani, she knew that, as a single parent, Alesha must have had a lot of burden to bear. "As tired as I am, when I meet my son, the tiredness will disappear, Mrs. Anjani." Alesha replied, and he kissed his son's face fondly.