Mother And Son First Time Novels & Stories

"Fuck man, you really saw your son??" "Yeah, I saw him and Theo he's, he's perfect, he has my eyes and my smile and he was talking to me about superheroes and dinosaurs and I didn't even realize it was him at first, I just thought he was some random kid and then Emily showed up and I knew, I fucking knew." My voice broke, tears started falling again. "Oh god Dom." "He's five years old, my son is five years old and that was the first time I ever saw him, the first time I ever heard his voice and he doesn't even know who I am, he called me the nice man, I'm his father and he doesn't know me."

I closed the restaurant early that day and arrived just in time for the last event. While practicing with Sofia on the side, Jamie held the rope, looking at us timidly. During the break, he cautiously tugged at my sleeve. "Mom, Dad isn't coming today. Can you do it with me?" I looked at his hand gripping my shirt, and he immediately let go, flashing an ingratiating smile. Honestly, seeing my once-cherished child so humble and cautious made me sad. I wasn't sure if it was a lingering maternal instinct for Jamie or pity for myself, who had devoted myself to him.

There was no look of reproach on her face instead, there was only a mother's heartache. The mother and son stood on the rooftop, looking at Taadi City's bright neon lights. This was their first time being together as mother and son, but Linux did not feel strange because this was how they had always gotten along. Even though they did not know about their relationship, Connie had always treated Linux as her own and had high hopes for him.

- Those are your grandparents and Robert. - That's my father! - Matthew didn't wait for his mother to finish and ran over to Robert hugging him as hard as he could, his father hugged him, lifting his thirty-six pound little body off the ground. - Dad! - Robert put his face in his son's neck feeling that smell up close for the first time and letting tears fall. Barbara didn't stay behind and cried too, Roney also looked emotional but didn't show it as much. - It's me, son. - This word was new and strange in his vocabulary. But it was a unique feeling of happiness and vulnerability. Robert put him down and ran his hand over his face disguising it, which was a little difficult because of his pa

A soft smile tugs at his lips, and for a moment, he looks younger, like the weight of everything hasn’t touched him yet. "I still remember the first time I held you," he says, his voice quieter than usual. "You were so tiny… so fragile. And I was terrified. Damn, my hand was twice the size of your head." He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. "I thought, what if I mess up? What if I don’t know how to be a dad? But then… then you looked up at me with those big eyes, and it was like my whole world shifted. Nothing else mattered. Just you." Mom swallows, her fingers gripping the edge of the blanket on her lap. Her eyes glisten, and she blinks a few times, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Named for a father who would never hold him but whose name he'd carry into a world his father had helped make safer. Dante held his son for the first time. This large former Marine who'd faced combat and violence and years of protecting other people. Completely undone by seven pounds of brand new person. He didn't try to hide it. Just let it happen. Sienna watched her husband hold their son. Something on her face that wasn't grief and wasn't just happiness either. Something that held both and had found a way for them to coexist. I sat beside her. We didn't speak for a while.

I couldn't believe how terrible it felt to know the reason why it was happening. "How are you doing, mama?" Tyler asked and I felt my stomach dropped down into my knees. Everything my boy was facing and the first thing he wanted to know was about me. I stood up from my chair and walked across the room. It was all I could do to keep myself from running. I crossed the distance between us in second and wrapped my arms around my boy. I squeezed him so tight that I heard him made a sort of "oof" noise. But then I felt his arms wrap around me too. And I stood there, hugging my son for the first time in years.

Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said. My distraction gave me a cut in my hand. Mom grabbed some paper to patch me up. “W-Who’s the father?” I stared at Mom, my voice trembling. Mom’s grip on me stiffened. She said embarrassedly, “Bryan.” Emotions overwhelmed me. I pushed Mom away. Here I thought they were fooling around. The last thing I expected was a pregnancy. That explained Mom’s reaction when she saw me and Bryan in the room. She had fallen in love with Bryan as well.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

I could feel the baby moving, inching closer to the world, closer to me. With two powerful pushes, the baby was born. His cries filling the room. My mother caught him, her expression softening as she held him for a brief moment before handing him to me. "It's a boy," she announced, a rare smile gracing her face, a smile I hadn’t seen in years. As I held my son in my arms, I looked at my mother, seeing her as if for the first time. Her clothes were soaked with water and blood, yet she seemed unbothered.