Mother And Son First Time Novels & Stories

Surely this was some kind of trickery? “It’s me, I’m Yvonne Long. I’m your mother Tom,” Yvonne said softly, speaking directly to her son for the first time in 3 decades. Relief washed over Yvonne’s face. She could finally meet her son face to face. She started weeping, wiping her translucent tears with her shimmery hospital gown.

She said, spreading her hands over her son. While the mother and son were having their time. The old man in the wheelchair drove towards me and smiled. He stretched his hands out for a shake which I immediately honoured. “Those two can really be rocky…” he whispered, almost making me burst into a laugh. “Mother and son— I can really feel the connection from here.” “Come on in you both–” the mom immediately broke off the conversation. “Hold on baby, why don’t your son introduce his visitor to us.”

Nathan held my hand, his grip my lifeline. “You’re almost there,” Angela coached. “The baby’s head is crowning. Push!” With a raw, guttural scream, I pushed. Moments later, the shrill cry of a newborn filled the room. Relief flooded through me upon hearing the little cries. “Here’s your son,” Angela said, placing the wriggling bundle into my arms. I looked down at my son, tears streaming freely. He was perfect. Holding my son for the first time was an indescribable experience. Every pain, every scream, every uncertainty was instantly replaced with an overwhelming rush of love and tenderness.

She couldn't help reach out her hands and hold his face, "My God! Why are you so cute?" Ethan touched her forehead, but he didn't say a word, and let her squeeze on his face. After a while, he took the little hand of Kim and held it tightly. He raised his eyes and looked at her seriously. "Kim, this is my first time to be a father and a husband. If I don't do it well, you can teach me and I can learn it slowly." Kim's eyes turned into a curved crescent moon, and she said, "Oh, it's the first time for everyone. I understand you."

Forgotten. My mother rapped gently on the windowpane again. I turned to look at her. Cradled in her arms was my son, his tiny body warm and secure. His eyes fluttered slowly, heavy with sleep as he drank quietly from his bottle. A serene calm settled over his peaceful face, untouched by the storm outside or the turmoil that churned inside me. “Thank you,” I murmured, voice thick with gratitude and unshed tears. She offered a small, sorrowful smile and nodded, her eyes shining with a mixture of sympathy and encouragement. “I’m right here, Velara. You don’t have to face this first time alone.”

door, she looked shocked at first, as she stared at Rodri, she soon got back to herself and ushered us in. Mom wasn't looking bad, I didn't know what changed, but I was impressed with the way I saw her. It was like a while new Ms. Moriah. After exchanging pleasantries, Rodri offered to take the bags to the kitchen which she obliged, we all sat in the living room while Mom gave me a questioning look. I could tell the question that was running through her mind already. "Mom this is Rodri." I said to her, before turning to Rodri, "Rodri this is my Mom." "Is that him? Is he the father of your baby?" Mom asked, with a shaky tone, she was getting emotional already. I went to sit beside her and to

Asking me to behave around a child who is practically deaf at the moment, someone who is just a few hours old? “That's funny, mom. It's not like he understands anything.” I whispered. “It doesn't matter.” My mother chuckled lightly. Her eyes were fixed on him now. I took my eyes to the little boy, sleeping peacefully in the cot. He's beautiful. “He's beautiful, isn't he?” My mother asked, as if sensing the words dangling in my lips. “Of course, mother. He's everything I've imagined.” I can't believe that I have my son with me now. The child that I've desperately wanted to meet. Now he's right here with me. I never knew that one can fall in love at first sight.

“Please don’t be too direct, Mom. I’m already anxious enough.” “But isn’t this what you wanted?” “I know. But now that it’s happening, everything seems too real.” He heard his mother sigh in relief. “This news gives me so much joy. I was so certain that she was with child but then I had to accept the false reality when you told me of your confrontation with her.” “This is your first time being a father so it’s normal for you to feel this way. Your Dad was a total mess till the day I gave birth to you but one thing I’d never forget is the fact that he was very supportive.”

"You said so as you still don't understand love. Sometimes, mommy do hope that your life will go smoothly without any challenges. Well, let's stop the topic now. Mommy knows that you're a good boy, then you shall be obedient and take good care of your body, okay?" "Okay, got it." Both the mother and son chatted for a while. Mango felt that it had been a long time since she had engaged in a long conversation with her son. Zion felt also that the moment was extremely wonderful. "He knew that it was not easy for him to snatch the time from Mr. Ye to spend alone with his mommy. If it wasn't due to his body condition and that he was injured, Mr. Ye would have came in to grab mommy." "Looking at t

Mike looked down at his mom, her loving gaze locked with his. "Come for me baby,” she urged. “Right now." Mike felt her claw her nails down his back, and then his eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm shot through him like a bolt of lightning, his cock twitching and spurting deep inside his mom. Mike collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, her legs still clamped around him. She massaged his neck and whispered in his ear. "Congratulations Mikey. Mommy's so proud. Did you enjoy your first time?"