Mother Son Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to hold back her tears. Her son's smile faltered at her words, his brow furrowing in concern as he reached out to her with small, trembling hands. "Mom, don't cry, please... Okay, you can also come with us," he said, his voice filled with innocence and love as he tried to comfort his mother.

Audrey smiled at the sight of her biological mother. "Hi, Mom. How are you? Don't you miss your biological daughter? Ah, not. I should already know the answer." Audrey said sarcastically. Meanwhile, Patricia was still looking at her expressionlessly with both hands clenched tightly. Instead of answering Audrey's question, her mother said, "Patricia, is Audrey still alive?" Patricia rolled her eyes, her mother only believed if she saw with her own eyes. "Have you seen it yourself now? I wouldn't lie, Mom."

She closes the notepad and looks at her, "Another thing to say, I gave birth of my Baby daughter six months ago. Till now, I can't call myself an ideal mother. First of all, we all are people who do mistakes everyday. But we learn from the experience. Being mother isn't giving birth. Not also feeding, wiping, cleaning or other things. It's about the love that creates when you raise it inside as your part. Motherly love increases with the baby's development. So don't doubt your love for your own child. Enjoy the experience of the process. Listen to your baby's heartbeat, feels its growing up inside you. You will be fine. The most beautiful moment for a mother is yet to happen with you. Be pat

The other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, legs shaking. You gonna cum for me? “Almost. Almost!” Then she adds another finger. “FUCK!” I scream, gripping her head with both hands. I can’t tell if the wetness on her face is water or me. That’s when we both get a mindlink—from my mother. You two better get out of that damn shower! Ninety minutes until the ceremony and I still have to do your makeup and hair!

"Freaking hell, Mom.” “Language, Joey,” Mom snapped immediately, though she couldn’t quite hide her own excitement. Outside a man in a white top and black jeans stood waiting at the steps beside the gravel path toward the porch, Mr Blackwood Hart, Mom's soon to be husband, with Rally, his seven years old blonde daughter. My palms became grimy on my jeans shorts as I swallowed hard, still not used to the....irksome idea of a whole new family. Just a few days ago, back at our dinner table in beacon hills, Mom had dropped the bombshell that she was getting married and that we're moving.

Mom gave me another one when she moaned, "Oh, baby, oh that feels so good," she whimpered, "Oh I love having my sons cum inside of me." I let out a sigh as my cock gave up the last of its cum. I slipped out of Mom's pussy and all but fell onto my back on the bed. I looked over at Mom, who was lying on her stomach next to me. We were both sweating and breathing hard. Mom had her eyes closed and I said softly. "Mom, you are so beautiful."

next contraction, push as hard as you can. So, I pushed with all my might as I felt my baby emerge from my body. I heard a soft whimper, followed by the most beautiful sound in the world: the cry of my first baby. Biron: Alpha, would you like to cut your son's cord? Alexander looked at me with such love and humility. Our son was the firstborn. I don't think it would have made any real difference to him. He went to the doctor and cut the cord. Alexander: My Luna, our son is beautiful. Thank you, my love…

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.