More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

All the mothers and sons were described as mirror images of Mom and me. Mom is 38 years old. She has a fantastic hourglass-shaped body: perfectly round hips and bubble butt, a not-too-big but not-too-small tummy, shapely thighs, and wonderful DD breasts. Her hair is described as dirty blonde with light green eyes. Her skin has a natural tan look to it, though she loves to sunbathe by our backyard pool to keep it that way. She is beautiful, no doubt about it. She has always had a reserved personality and rarely likes to have attention drawn to her. I don't think she is shy but certainly introverted. But she has never let this get in the way of cheering for me at track or swim meets.

Mom voices nonchalantly. My mom happens to be the only daughter of a vampire elder, who was banished from her tribe, when it was found out that she got pregnant out of weird luck for the Alpha of a werewolf pack, by name FARKAS. Mom then moved on to become one of the best, if not the best psychologist in the country. Mom is a smart, charming, chubby woman, but for some reason she's still very much single. " The last time, I checked I lived here alone" I grumble " It seems I shouldn't have given you my spare keys"

"I'm glad to hear that. It's important to take good care of yourself, especially during this special time. Have they given you any advice or tips?" “Yes mom, they gave me a couple of tips, but of course I would love to hear from you too” I tell her "Motherhood is a journey filled with joy, challenges, and endless love," she remarks, her eyes reflecting the depth of her own maternal experiences. I ask her about her favorite memories of raising Jim, curious to glimpse into the past. She smiles nostalgically, recounting tales of his childhood antics and the bond they shared. As our conversation continues, Mrs. Dan imparts valuable advice about parenthood, love, and navigating the complexities o

I hope that I never give up running and working out, because honestly, I’d love to have a figure like my mom’s when I am her age. “Elkie came as a sunflower, it was adorable and so funny. Seriously, that girl is a scream. I’m going to miss her and Donna but not as much as I’m going to miss my girls and Liam.” I sit down at the island as Mom gets out two glasses and the pitcher of orange juice from the large fridge. She has a smile on her face and a geeky look going on. “What’s going on, Mom? I know that looks it’s the one that says I know something you don’t know. “

I'm choosing not to examine that sentence too closely because I have bigger things to deal with currently. My mom has a type – tall, handsome, confident, full of promises that expire within six months. She collects them the way some people collect stamps or bad habits – methodically and with an optimism that would be inspiring if it didn't always end with her crying in the bathroom at 2 AM while I pretended to be asleep on the other side of the wall.

But a several-month visit was clearly different. Mom's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why do I feel that I'm being thrown out?" I laughed nervously. "What do you mean by being thrown out, Mom? Dad will be in rage at me if that ever happens." Mom's gaze stayed on me for a few seconds more before she let out a long sigh. "Theo, our children have grown up. They don't need us anymore." She complained to her only mate, the strongest in the pack. What was Dad's reaction?

Momma nudges me with her shoulder and my cheeks burn brighter. “No, I’m having a tropical moment.” I sass back, and she laughs, throwing her head back before she kisses my head and hugs me. “Yeah, right, and I’m the pope.” She says, and I groan at her. “Don’t let your dads or brother, for that matter, find out about your … Tropical moments. You know how they are.” I glare at her and she winks at me, smiling. “Hey Mav, how are you and little Melody finding it here?” Oh just great, did I tell you my momma is the biggest wind up merchant there is out there? No, well yeah, she is.

Her legs shuffled awkwardly and her legs were on the verge of colliding with each other, she quickly used the table to support herself. "Mom, you're officially insane." She struck a final pose, hands on hips, and grinned from ear to ear. "Insane or brilliant? Either way, you're up, Sleepyhead!" I shook my head in disbelief. "You know, most moms would just use an alarm clock." "There's absolutely no fun in that. Now get your ass into that bathroom." She winked and blew an air kiss in my direction before leaving the room. My bond with Mom is something else. She's got this knack for turning everyday stuff into a comedy show. We're not your typical parent-child duo; it's more like having a partn