Mother-son Books Novels & Stories

"You old hag. You used to control all the money in the house! You must have hidden a lot away somewhere. Tell me where it is!" Jason looked at our mom's appearance with open disgust, wrinkling his nose. "What bad luck. You look exactly like that useless Erwin. I'm your only son left now. If you don't give me the money, even if you get out someday, you'll just be waiting to die!" Her mind was already completely broken. However, when she heard Jason's words, she suddenly raised her head. Looking at him, she suddenly remembered that old software. The software that had torn this family apart.

Neither commented on it. After a while, Grayson spoke quietly. "What was he like?" Savannah looked up. "Our son?" He nodded. The question nearly broke her. "Noah loved stories." A small smile appeared. "He'd make me read the same book every night." "What book?" "The Moon Prince." Grayson blinked. "The prince searching for his lost father?" Savannah looked surprised. "You know it?" "I used to read it while growing up." Silence. Their son had loved the same story.

the old sultan told them. The two boys were silent but Vlad’s fists were tight at his sides. He knew the sultan would merely use them one day. But he swore to himself that he wouldn’t be used as the sultan would please. He glanced at his brother whose face seemed to be excited at the thought of undergoing training. They were given separate rooms. Thus, Vlad could not speak to his brother freely. He could barely sleep that night, remembering his parents’ teary face, especially his mother’s. She was his beloved teacher and tutor. She taught him the values of justice and love.

he smiles nodding his head. "And Adassah?" "Well, let's just say Adassah is a protagonist of a book called a 'voice in the wind. It's my mom's favorite book. She told me that book leads her to my dad," Matteo chuckles. My mother met my dad when she went to our neighboring pack to buy the limited edition of the book. She was to take the last book from the shelf when my father's hand reaches for it. My father was only there to buy the book for my grandmother since she dares him for it. It wasn't his kind of thing as he was a pretty bad boy at the time.

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

The mother lay back and without thinking spread her legs; she instinctually knew she needed to adjust her position so that her sons plundering phallus had more direct access to her fertile womb. Slowly, Jason began to draw his thick cock out of his mother, and Deborah found her voice again. "Oh sweetie!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around her son's waist and gripping Jason't taut butt. "You fill mommy so nicely!" She moaned sultrily while he sighed and graciously bottomed back out inside of her. Mother and son lay like that for a few minutes as Deborah took some time to allow her grippy pussy to adjust to her son's impressive girth and length. She ran her calves up and down the back of his

He'd avoid books like the plague, he didn't even know what they were. It was the same with his dad, as long as he didn't mention homework, they were father and son; the moment he mentioned homework, they became enemies. Mark frowned, "We exercise and strengthen our bodies by running in the morning, that's how we relax." Tod: "The other kids outside are too childish, they're not on our level. When talk about literature, would they understand?" Gilbert blinked. What kind of sons did his sister have? Each one was more amazing than the last.

I looked at him. His eyes—once so cocky and self-assured—looked different now. Quieter. Softer. Older. “Do you still see me as your son?” he asked, almost a whisper. My chest tightened. A mother never stops seeing her child. Even when he breaks things. Even when he walks away. I didn’t answer him. Not with words. Instead, I pointed toward the patio table. “Your father wanted to make a memory book,” I said. “I was going to do it alone. But maybe… maybe you can help.”

"Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's such a monster!" "His parents sacrificed their lives for him, yet he threw it all away because he was blinded by a prostitute. What an ingrate!" This time, all the insults and curses were aimed at Caleb. His face drained of all color, and he scrambled to defend himself. "I-I'm not an ingrate. I-I've always been a devoted son to Dad, and even when my house is a four-hour drive away from his, I still make the trip to visit him every couple of weeks. I bring a gift every time I visit. I'm not an ingrate!"

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.