Mother Novels Novels & Stories

The aftermath of the night was draped over every surface—shredded black silk, the lingering, heavy scent of woodsmoke, and the silver mask lying discarded on the plush carpet like a fallen, hollow idol. I lay awake, my eyes tracing the intricate moldings of the ceiling. My body felt heavy, marked by the possessive weight of a man who was, by every legal and biological definition, my father-in-law.

He said. Hearing him said that, Mrs. Charmaine's eyes turned outrageously red. His statement pissed her off and irritated her. She raised her eyebrows in anger and yelled. "If you are in my shoe, will you be happy again after losing a darling husband and two children on the same day?!" She took a deep breath, trying to control her anger. She lowered her voice. "It would be better if my children are dead. I would have wept maybe till I lose vision. But there are lost, not dead. How will I overcome the trauma?"

Attractive people dressed in uniform work diligently. Soon, an older woman in a long, flowing, red dress says, "Hello, young ladies. I'm the Head Mistress of this home, Madame Knight, but everyone calls me Mama." Mama is wonderful. She leads us to a lovely suite. Surprisingly, the room is modern but has ritualistic aspects. Once Mama leaves, Maureen checks the drawers and says, "No Bible?" Suddenly, she drops to the floor and looks underneath the bed. I laugh, "What are you doing?"

Chapter 5 – Mother’s Darkness Mother sat in her favorite armchair, the soft afternoon light filtering through the lace curtains. The house was quiet, too quiet, each corner echoing memories of laughter, arguments, and whispered secrets. Yet now, the silence was heavy, pressing down on her chest. Her once vibrant energy, the pillar that had held the family together through loss and hardship, was eroding under the weight of depression.

Angelica repeated her daughter's words, as if being stabbed in the back. Mollie took a sip of water and said, "Yeah, and my sister is not like mom, she's not all serious and old-fashioned. She goes shopping with me, takes me to Disneyland, and even got me a Lina Belle. Dad said they just talk about work and then play with me. Mom, sometimes you're just too suspicious." Women are originally weak, but become strong when they are mothers. If Angelica was in pain just now, she's now feeling cold all over, like she's lost sensation.

"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

But when mom open just a crack and hid herself behind, she was standing in front of full size mirror fitted on the dresser platform and me standing out had full access to her nude image in the mirror. Now before I go any further let me describe my mother, she is around 60 for sure, exact age I do not know. She is not one of those drop dead gorgeous MILF who had retained pertness of her breasts and has a figure to kill for, like mothers in most of the fantasies. She is a typical Indian housewife with kids and grand kids, overweight by at least 15-18 lbs with huge breasts, fairly wide hips flaring in the shape of a pitcher, below her 'not so narrow', waist.

It was as if she only asked that question in passing. They came back home, and my mother went into my room for the first time in her life. Books were strewn about haphazardly on my desk. She picked up a random one and flicked through a few pages. After a beat, she clenched her knuckles. I highlighted a lot of points in the chapters outlining the effects of biological families on a person and thoughts of self-harm. The pages were hanging to the spine loosely and would get torn out if someone so much as tugged them the wrong way.

The last three blows did some real damage, the last punch snapping her head around before she fell like a sack of potatoes. Mom was totally exhausted. She also was totally nude. Whereas Vivian had been exposed as a bald spinster with the alluring figure of a librarian, my mom had a spectacular figure, 36-24-36. Unlike that old bag, mom had a full head of flowing, healthy dyed blonde hair, a bra actually filled to the bursting point (and it was all real, all mom in there) and the legs of a Hollywood starlet. Now mom played a woman of that planet who had reached me by besting her rival. I had to reciprocate and breed her.

Mom slowly sank to the floor, tears flowing silently. Disturbed by the noise, Andrew opened his bedroom door, a trace of annoyance in his voice. "Mom, can you keep it down? I'm in the middle of a game." As if finding an anchor, Mom scrambled up and grabbed Andrew's hand, weeping. "Andy, your father has had another woman on the side all these years. You have to stand up for me!" Andrew shrank back, pulling his hand away. "I think Dad has a point. As long as you pretend not to know anything, we can still live peacefully as a family."