Mother And Son Love Stories Novels & Stories

I took her back to the wedding hall. In city hospital.... One patient was laying on bed while looking at the ceiling...his face had bruise ....head was bandaged....someone came and hold his hand ...his looking trance broke...he looked at the person and said sadly "She is gone momma" ...she sadly looked at her son then said "It's okay ..baby..don't be sad...she will be happy if that boy loves her" ...he shouted "NO...SHE WON'T ....BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T LOVE HIM...SHE LOVES ONLY ME ....A COUPLE WILL BE HAPPY WHEN BOTH WILL BE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER...ITS A FORCE MARRIAGE...WHY HER MOM DAD DIDNT TELL ANYTHING...MOMMA...I LOVE HER MOMMA...I REALLY LOVE HER TRUST ME...I CANT LIVE MOMMA...I CANT" .

Mom said taking my hands in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Darling, understanding love is like tending to a delicate garden. It requires patience and hope, for time is the gentle reveler of true sentiments. Embrace the journey, and let time unveil the depth of your connection. Allow your bond to blossom, my sweet one,” Mom spoke with a blend of wisdom and heartfelt plea. “Yes, and if he still hurt you, then tell me. I'll make sure that he’ll never make babies,” Dad said, entering the room, while Mom glared at him.

Her father was in the kitchen with her mother as usual. They were the biggest love birds ever. Their bond was so strong that if one person fell ill , the other person also fell ill. When her mother was in labor , her father felt everything she felt and because of that decided after that they won't be having anymore children because he didn't want her to go through the pain again. "Good morning father, good morning mother" her smile was evident , she loved her parents very much. " My darling daughter, good morning honey, hope you slept well" "Yes father"

she says as she gently strokes my hair. "What else can I do?" I cry out loudly. "He is my mate." Pulling away from me slightly, my mother wipes the tears that are streaming down my cheeks. "I know that your father and I have always put an emphasis on how important the mate bond is. But it is possible that we are wrong." "What do you mean?" I sob. "There are no two people more in love than you and dad." "It wasn't always that way," my mother says quietly. "There was a time where we couldn't stand one another. Everything I did made your father angry and vice versa."

My mother motioned for me to take a seat. "My dear daughter..." My mother sighed as she took a seat next to me. "I have to admit, I am worried...I love Koa but after last time..I fear that it will just be another chapter in a tragedy..." I looked at her, my brows knit together in questioning. "The way that he loves you. So deeply and passionate. It's a tragedy story about star-crossed lovers that people will read about in 100 years and weep over the blood that has yet been shed-because honestly, honey, if you two cannot make it, then no one can." "What do you mean?" I asked her as I tried to wrap my mind around what she was telling me.

Through their bond, they shared perfect certainty in each other. The celebration continued around them, but for a moment, their little family existed in their own world of connection. Thomas's eyes drifted closed, secure in the love surrounding him. His tiny hand held his mother's finger while his other maintained contact with his father's chest. "I love you," Matthew murmured against Sarah's hair. "Both of you. More than life itself." "We love you too," she replied, feeling their son's sleepy agreement through maternal bonds. "Our perfect healer. Our heart's choice."

~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.

Because that part was true. Father is my mama’s mate. Not just husband. Not just partner. Mate. That bond is not casual. It’s not something you replace like furniture. When a wolf loses a mate, it is not just grief. It is like someone reached into your chest and pulled out a piece you need to function. And my mother loves him. She loves him in that quiet, loyal, unshakable way that makes no sense sometimes. He could destroy a city and she would still look at him like he hung the moon.

I asked, "how can you tolerate them like this?" He drained his glass in one gulp and began telling me their story. He, my mother, and Julian had grown up together in the same village. The one my mother had always loved was Julian. But his family was desperately poor, and my grandmother strongly opposed their relationship. Later, when my mother was eighteen, she tasted the forbidden fruit and became pregnant. Julian panicked and ran away. That was when my father entered her life. He took meticulous care of her all the way through childbirth. When they were old enough, they registered their marriage. My father was admitted to university, and he brought my mother to the city with him.

Finally he said, “Evelyn is still my wife.” Livia’s eyes filled instantly. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You’ve known how I feel for years. You stayed after every charity gala. You came whenever I called. You let me lean on you in front of everyone. Don’t stand there and act like I made it all up.” My mother sighed without any word. My father did not bother hiding his meaning.“Affection isn’t a contract,” he said. “If the two of you want the same thing, Evelyn can be compensated.”