Mother Son Impregnation Stories Novels & Stories

She squeezed her hand and smiled back. “Thank you for having me, your highness, you have a lovely room. Ricky told me a lot about you and that you gave him a few tips to help me, I really appreciate it,” she commented, her voice sincere and gentle. Mrs. Williams gushed over her son’s girlfriend and said, “You are so beautiful, and I have a feeling that you will be different from Rick’s other girlfriends…” She paused and took a deep breath. “…you see, all his girlfriends who have ever gotten pregnant always have miscarriages after a few months of getting pregnant, but I have a good feeling that you wouldn’t be like them, do you have a mother?” She inquired curiously.

The two exchanged some words, but I had no idea what the conversation entailed. All I knew was that Tim stopped showing up after that day. Henry told me he had laid the truth bare to Tim. Tim finally found out he had low sperm mobility. That night, he also found out I was once pregnant with his child, but the fetus' heart was too weak, and it died. Then, rumors claimed that Tim had left his company to become an ascetic priest. Eventually, my daughter was born. Henry was the father, and he adored her. He now had one more person to spoil aside from me, and our home was filled with laughter every day.

Marilyn's story began on this muddy land where twenty three years earlier, her single mother- Emilia gave birth to her in presence of a midwife and no family. Emilia's partner had disappeared as soon as he learned she was pregnant. But Emilia's spirit never broke, she raised her baby with all the love she had never got.

Although I know that Thelma's mother isn't my mother and this beautiful pregnant woman, that's standing in front of me sobbed and spoke - "Is a long Story my son, please forgive me." "First of all, Don't call me your son again, and secondly, I don't have time here with you for now.. I will get to meet with you later, Give me your call number first?" - I gave her my phone to input her phone number as there was no way this pregnant young woman standing before me, would be my mother. I am 37 years old man, so how come this woman is my mother?.. The moon is already gradually rising above the cloud and as she finished typing her phone number in my phone..

I mumble. "Your mother, then. Tell me about her," Jace tries again. I nod slowly, thinking of where to begin. "My mom married my dad when she was very young. She quit her job, and they moved to another town. Shortly after, she got pregnant, but she miscarried. Mason and I found out by accident. Sometimes, we’d hear her crying in their bedroom. One day, we managed to unlock it and found her holding an ultrasound picture. She told us everything. She couldn’t hold it in anymore."

A violent cramp tore through my abdomen as I felt something warm and wet between my legs. As they rushed me into surgery, I heard the doctor's urgent voice. "Patient's miscarrying—where's her family? We're losing the baby!" I heard the nurse trying to reach Daniel over and over. When she finally got through, Daniel just snapped. "Can you stop calling me every five minutes? I'm working my ass off so she can afford the best prenatal care, aren't I?"

James said, and he cuddles her, “My stepmom sold me to a baby factory when I was nineteen years old, two years later, I was resold to another Mafia, and his son Impregnated me, but I later escaped with the pregnancy because I realized that my life might be In danger If I continue to live In the farm, his fiancee might kill me because she has made attempt to kill me several times,

My mom, Catherine, and Gloria had all assumed that I knew, and that one of the other women had told me. Gloria and her husband had been going to a fertility clinic for close to a year, and her first three attempts at in vitro fertilization had failed to get her pregnant. She desperately wanted a baby. Well, she got one.

Alex was silent for a moment, then Michelle reiterated, "Mr. Ye, I really want barbecue. I think I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't have some." Sighing, Alex was reminded of a story Eleanor Ye and himself had shared with him about cravings during pregnancy. Pregnant women can be quite peculiar about their appetites. One moment, they might not feel like eating anything, and the next, they're close to tears wanting a specific dish. If you deny them, they might indeed cry. But if you try to cater to their whim, by the time you get them what they wanted, their craving might have already shifted to something else.

"That's a lie!" "No, it's not!" Zara put her hands on her hips. "You really did not think that I'd remain celibate just because I was once in love with you? I waited for you to make love to me for more than a year, but you never did. After we accidentally spent the night together, I discovered what I had been missing. I found a hunk who fucked the shit out of me. He put me in several positions. The sex was so good that I began to speak foreign languages. We had a fling on and off, and that's how I fell pregnant. I am tired of going back and forth with you on this matter. Now, quit claiming another man's son as yours. You already have a son. Go home and be with him!"