Mom X Daughter Novels & Stories

Mommy Brenda said. Suddenly I was able to sit properly. I forgot that they were still there at the dining table together. “I-I’m sorry, Mom…” “It’s okay, daughter. It is also better to bond with your daughter now. Macey dreamed everything with you. I'm just happy to see that my granddaughter is very happy.” "Thanks, Mom." I hesitated to smile at Mommy Brenda. "Mommy, open your mouth again," the child called me because she will feed me again.

It seemed like she was unhappy because her daughter wasn't calling her, even though she was the one who gave birth to her, and raised her for six years, but ended up being so close to this man. Joseph saw her displeasure and rubbed Mia's nose, saying: - Are you jealous of your daughter? Mia said nothing as she lowered her head to tie the lacing of her dress. - We are father and daughter, blood ties are the strongest. It was natural that they would be close, as they were biologically related. Mia didn't want to talk to him and rushed to open the door. Julie didn't know Mia had returned, and as soon as the door opened, she screamed for her father.

Ilang metro rin ang layo ng mismong hotel sa kanilang cottage kaya habol niya ang kaniyang hininga nang makarating sila. “I lost my daughter, miss.” Agap niyang saad sa babaeng receptionist. “Where is your surveillance system team?” Humarap ang babae sa kaniya, medyo nagulat. “This way ma'am.” Iginiya siya nito sa silid kung saan naroon ang monitor ng mga CCTV ng resort. “Anong problema, Dina?” “She lost her daughter, Kuya Maco.” “Ilang taon po ma'am?” Baling ng lalaki sa kaniya.

Mother and daughter continued to kiss for several minutes as their hands caressed and groped each other's bodies with an intensity, as they seemingly tried to touch every inch of each other's bodies. Feeling her emotions threatening to overwhelm her and as she continued to passionately kiss her beautiful daughter, Brenda moaned out, "God, sweetheart, you are so fucking sexy. I love you so much." Angela felt a pressure deep in her chest at hearing her mother's declaration. She felt her own emotions begin to overwhelm her, as she answered, "I love you too, mommy."

I responded, my voice even. She nodded in approval. “Nice to have them around,” Mena added, more casually now, her attention split between conversation and food. “Just Mr. and Mrs. Moreau,” my dad clarified. “Their daughter isn’t in the country yet….she’s finishing up her work.” I glanced at him for a second but said nothing. Honestly, I barely remembered what their daughter looked like. Last I saw her was when she was a toddler. I barely associated with them, but my parents sure did.

Tony's eyes turned red as he protested, "No, you're wrong. She's not my mom. My mom's name is Eloise." One of the parents clicked their tongue in disdain. "See? She's already corrupted him. He doesn't even recognize his own mother. When he grows up, he'll be an ungrateful brat. Ms. Yates, you and Mr. Gardner need to discipline this child properly." "Absolutely. My daughter would never dare act like this. Ms. Yates spoils him too much." "If you ask me, give him a good spanking right now. Once he learns his lesson, he'll behave."

I tightened my hold on my trembling daughter, my voice ringing with fury. "Becca, how could you twist the truth in front of all these guests? Aren't you afraid of retribution?" She turned pleading eyes toward Robert. "Robert, Audrey still can't accept me. Maybe I should just take the children and leave the Langer family…" His face darkened, disappointment flickering in his gaze as he looked at me. "Audrey, I've spoiled you and Lucy for too long. If you can't discipline her as a mother, then I'll do it as her father."

“What did you do to my daughter?” “Mom!” Macey stepped directly in front of me like she was shielding me from incoming fire. “What?” her mother said, hands flying up. “I am allowed to ask questions. I birthed you. I raised you. I fed you with these hands. I—” “Mom,” Macey snapped again, louder. “Stop talking.” Silence fell. Not peaceful silence. More like the kind right before a storm. Her dad gave me a tired nod, like “welcome to the family.”

“Why are you crying!?” “I’m just a little emotional. Can’t help it.” Xyla smiled and looked at her daughter. “You were a baby in my womb back then too. And you’re going to be a mother now in the blink of an eye.” Cordelia chuckled, finding the continuation of life unbelievable as well. The mother and daughter had a lot of things to talk about in private, so the domestic staff excused themselves and gave them sufficient space. Xyla looked at Cordelia and slowly pulled her shirt up.

"I'm so grateful to have you as my mom, Mom. Your encouragement keeps me going, even during the toughest times." Her mother's voice quivered with emotion. "And I'm grateful to have you as my daughter, Rose. You make me proud every day." As their conversation continued, Rose and her mother shared stories, laughter, and dreams. The bond between them grew stronger with each passing moment, as they celebrated the joys and triumphs of life together.