Novel & Cerita Mommy And Son

I had just returned early from a business trip abroad, eager to surprise my five-year-old son. However, as I stood at the entrance of his preschool, the sight before me froze me in place. My son was clinging to my husband's "first love," calling her "Mom." I moved forward to get my son back, but before I could do anything, she screamed, "Help! A kidnapper is trying to take this child! Let's do the right thing today! Stand up for families who've had their kids stolen!"  She egged on the bystanders, rallying them to act in the name of justice. Without a second thought, a crowd of people pummeled me right there in the street, hitting me with rocks that smashed into my face, breaking my legs with metal pipes, and ripping the clothes from my body before tying me to a streetlamp. It was only then that I realized that in the month I'd been away, my husband had moved his first love into our home, taking my place. However, did he forget? He was nothing more than a man who married into my family! I couldn’t wait to see who couldn’t live without the other!

DADDY Five girls who have been friends for a long time have the same taste, same likes and dislikes, but their personalities are quite different, but blend in throughout their friendship. As they grow up into women, they have the same fantasies about their gorgeous, attractive stepdaddies. They can't resist the urge to take care of them, to love them, turning into something more. MOMMY Five divorced women who are successful in their careers have weird feelings for their adopted sons. Their adopted sons are now grown, and it's their last year of high school. They are all athletic since they are players of the basketball team. Living in a house with handsome and hunky boys is quite difficult, especially if they are all 'tigang' when it comes to sex. It even became more difficult when their sons acts also weird towards them and their eyes stare at them with lust. Could they even stop and control their feelings before it's too late?

Gold had been raised to be 4Ps, Prim, Proper and a Perfect Princess, so when she finds out that her childhood lover whom she was supposed to marry in seven days was getting pleasure under the office desk from to his secretary, her life was thrown upside down. He was all she had after her parents died, and wasn't used to the feeling of wanting to lose control. But that night, she decided to find a random guy at the club and step out of order for once. The perfect guy entered the club and taught her how her body worked but after dawn, she had disappeared from his bedside promising herself that it was just a mistake and would never happen again. But what is she to do when, four days after, she realizes that this man is her cheating Ex' dad?

'I'm mommy's good boy,' he repeated. 'You really want to hear me beg?' He said letting out a cheeky laugh. 'I want to cum so bad,' he said in between pants. 'Please...' 'Please what?' Another male voice sounded from behind me. I smiled, knowing who it is. I heard his footsteps and felt his eyes on my, making me shiver. He came into view on my right and walked over to Jackson, who looked flustered, looking between the two of us. I witnessed him revert back into submission so quickly, bratty behavior all gone. That's my daddy. Michael placed his bag down and brought one knee on the bed, leaning down on Jackson. I watched in awe as he kissed him with much passion and like every other time, I was in awe. Of their connection. I witnessed it first hand and it's the purest I've ever seen. Michael pulled back to look at me, winking with a knowing smirk as he looked down at our conjoined bodies. 'Tell mommy what you want, baby,' he turned to Jackson, who whimpered under the control of two Doms. 'Come on, beg for it, love,' Jackson was panting with need. 'Please me mommy...' ● After a tragic but not so tragic divorce between Samantha Dixon-Pitt and Martin Pitt, Michael and Jackson are ready to welcome a third party into their relationship. Restricted by friendship and Samantha's marriage, they are ready to take the next step.

Warning! 21+ areas. *** Married with a loved one, maybe everyone’s dream. But, what’s the point of it all if the person you love actually loves another woman, even though they have become husband and wife. Until divorce was inevitable. Lucrecia Lanzo, a young widow, 31 years old and has a son with her ex-husband. For the 6 years since her divorce, she had been trying to hide her son’s identity from her ex-husband. But fate united them together by accident. Lucrecia panicked and tried to think of ways to keep her son by her side. During the confusion and confusion, suddenly someone came. Until someone came into her life, but it was never in her plans, and she suddenly felt comfortable. What’s that? Could it be a prayer answered by God? Or is it love? Meeting in the middle of the night became the beginning of everything. Until finally they ended up in a complicated relationship that was bound by a contract. Black over white. An agreement to become lovers between Lucrecia, who is full of experience in all aspects, including bed matters, with a 27-year-old young man, who was very innocent and even unmarried man. What’s about their story? Did they successfully complete the contract or did they violate the contents of the contract. “I want to be by your side, but not as an alternate for the person in your past,”-,

I stood between both of them masking my son from his gorgeous daddy but my stubborn son cocked his head and gave his dad a very beautiful sunburnt smile. I couldn't help but chuckle my baby is too cute. "Mommy, is this Daddy?" Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me. The was he was looking at me with curiousty, I knew he wanted an answer to that question too. Who am I even kidding from his viking gold hair, brown chocolate eyes, his fair skin, to proud attitude. Everything he was was the same thing my boy was. Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face. Suck a jerk! What did he expect that I was going to say Chase is his son. That is something I would never do in my life. I would never let Jale into my son's life. I will never let him know he is my baby's daddy because he doesn't deserve my little boy at all. He doesn't deserve us after all the horrible things he did to me five years ago.

My mom bought me a house with zero down payment. For five years, I scrimped and saved until I finally paid off the mortgage. But then, she told me she wanted to transfer the house to her first love's son to use as his wedding home. When I said no, she pulled out the property deed and slapped it down in front of me. "The house is in my name. I'll give it to whoever I want. You'd better hand it over willingly, or don't blame me for forgetting we're family." So I pulled out another deed—this one with my name on it—and called 911. "Hello? I'd like to report a trespasser."

“Once upon a time, I got pregnant by my boss and as a result, developed a deep, deep hatred for men. Cole Frost and I were never to cross paths again after that night, so what was he doing six years later, paying 300,000 dollars to get me? What was he doing, melting my daughter’s heart? Focus, Clarissa!”

The seventh time Dante Moretti served me divorce papers, I was sitting with my son in a cheap diner on Chicago's South Side. I forced a smile and brushed my hand over my son's hair. "Just wait a little longer, sweetheart. This time, Mommy will get custody of you." He stayed quiet for a long moment. Then he looked up and asked, “Mommy, how much do you need to sell me for before you're happy?” Before I could answer, he pulled a handwritten divorce agreement from his backpack and pushed it toward me. "I know you keep fighting Dad for me because you want more money from him." "I wrote the agreement for him. Please sign it. Dad is already tired. Stop making his life so hard." His handwriting was crooked, but every word had been written with care. Dante would give me three million dollars. At the bottom, in my son's childish scrawl, was one more line. [After you take the money, don't bother me, Dad, and Serena anymore. Let us be happy.] Serena was Dante's childhood sweetheart. The woman he trusted more than his own wife. For five years, I had stood against Dante's family, his lawyers, and half the Chicago underworld just to keep custody of my son. For him, I would've walked away with nothing. But the child I had raised for eight years had already chosen another mother. So why shouldn't I give their perfect little family exactly what they wanted?

Jenar's string of misfortunes began when she agreed to marry Julian Liandra, Jakarta's most handsome and richest widower. Jenar lost her youth and freedom, and regret cannot give back. Being a stepmother and dealing with Jenar's three stepchildren, each with their personality from Julian's first marriage is a struggle for Jenar. The greatest source of conflict in Jenar's marriage is the growing illicit love between Jenar and Julio, her stepson. Her forbidden romance with Julio ultimately led to her tragedy. Since the first day of her pregnancy after marrying Julian, Jenar has struggled with how to respond to the question "Whose baby is this?"