Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Maddy left her mother to rest for the night, she will be back tomorrow morning. She had called Mrs Brown on her way to the airport that morning and told her about her mom. Mrs Brown was happy for her and gave her a one week break. She had decided to take her mom back to New York to start a new life with her. First, she has to get a new apartment and a stay in nanny because her contract is nowhere done and she can't live with her mother yet.

There I was, twenty-nine years old, three beautiful children and divorced. Who would want me now? I had always dreamt of being a mum and a wife, one of those 1940’s wives you would see in the movies. I loved my family life, looking after my three babies, helping them with homework, cooking and cleaning while the children were at school and having a nice hot meal ready on the table for when my husband got home. Everything seemed perfect, that was until I stumbled across emails, I clearly was not meant to find….

"Mom, my mother died terribly. On the day she gave birth to me, they pushed her off Smoke Cliff. Her body was never found, and the raging river below swept her away. She had just given birth and was pushed into the abyss, all for the formula she had. Mom, they aren’t human. They are all beasts." Pamela felt heartbroken listening to her and couldn’t hold back her tears. She reached out to gently stroke her daughter’s face. "Amanda, don’t be sad. Karma will catch up to them, and they will face the consequences. But we, Amanda, will have happiness from now on." Amanda smiled and nodded. "Mom, we will get more and more happiness from now on." Pamela smiled back and nodded. "Mm! I made your favor

Now, a little more about what happened last night. As you read in Maddie's first chapter, we discovered something that rocked our worlds collectively. We found out through dumb luck that our mom is a stripper. Now, don't get me wrong. She's not your run-of-the-mill "pole dancer". In fact, she never once used a pole for her performance. No, quite the contrary.

"Mom may have set up a... network. Of sorts. People who would let her know if anything significant happened with you two." Dominic stared at him. "A network? Like a spy ring?" "More like a concerned mothers' information coalition." Maxwell winced. "Marcus's mom is in their book club. Apparently, there's a group chat called 'Operation Stubborn Hearts.'" The silence that followed was deafening. "Our mothers," Ericka said slowly, "have a group chat. Dedicated to our love life. With a code name." "To be fair, I think they started it as a joke. But then it just... escalated." Maxwell shrugged helplessly. "You two were really frustrating to watch, you know. Three years of 'just roommates' while ma

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

I said, picking up the call. “Finally I get to hear your voice. For a second there I thought you were dead,” she joked. That was my mother. A woman who loved dark humor to its core. “How is the weather over in the states treating you? Are you okay? Do they serve some of those hamburgers that give cancer?” “Mum, that’s fake news. You don’t need to say that again. Maybe some time you can visit here.” “Sure, maybe when I’m dead,” she laughed as I rolled my eyes.

" I hung up without another word, ignoring Mom's cursing on the other end. She called several more times, but I declined every one of them. Then, I blocked her number entirely. Sure enough, that same evening, back at home, I got a call from my Aunt Nora. "Vanessa, did you and your mom have a fight? She just called me, crying and saying that you cut off her allowance. "I'm not trying to lecture you, but no matter what, she's your mother. Families don't hold grudges. She's getting older. You should be more understanding…"

Me: "I just can't believe this is all working out; to be honest, mom, I had planned that this all happen, that I won your heart with, well, my big cock. I must have dreamt a thousand times that I would win your heart and then you'd be mine, dedicated, loyal, and willing to have my babies." Mom: "Well, I should be mad, but that damn cock of yours! It's amazing you didn't try and seduce the whole town. I can assure you that the old, horny women of my bridge club would all jump at the chance to have you. All of them are married, some are even still fertile. God, I could just see you, looking proudly as those society women rolled in, each sporting a swollen belly carrying your child. Wow, that e

" I listened to her complaints quietly while scoffing in my heart. Last week? Just last week, Dad had bought her a gold chain necklace, and she'd even proudly shown it off to her bridge club members when she saw them. She'd flaunted, saying that she'd bought the necklace with her own private stash of cash. "And yesterday, too!" Mom continued, sniffling harder. "I just asked him for some buffalo wings, and he threw his fork at me, yelling at me for wasting money on food!" But Dad had been away on a business trip yesterday and only came home at the crack of dawn. I reached out and lightly patted Mom on the back. "Mom, you're going to get sick if you keep crying like this," I said. Mom then gra