Mothers Joy Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to go home, but I’m not even sure that’s possible anymore. “Look” Joy, one of the meaner inmates says. “Our bitch princess is back” Whoever her mother is, was wrong about naming her joy. There was nothing joyous about Joy. She didn’t bring joy or happiness to those around her. Instead, she brought nothing but misery.

Joy stared at the gift for a while before looking up at Miss Abigail's happy face. "I'm sorry, ma, I don't have a mother!" Joy said and Abigail's face changed instantly. "You little ungrateful soul, what do you think of your self, your mother squeezed her pocket dry to get you a gift and by cut the system to get the gift to you and all you have to say is you don't have a mother. Think twice before I get a nice slender cane and whoop you butt so hard that you won't be able to see sleep nor death"

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

I’ve really fucked up this time, I just hope that I get the chance to make it right again when we return with Zelena. Tri-Moon began to say their goodbyes and the rest of the warriors started to pile into the buses. A tight fit was an understatement. Every space on the busses was filled, some sitting, some standing, some sitting on top of others. It’s going to be an uncomfortable drive. I was standing by one of the Humvee’s watching Gunner say goodbye to his mother. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers while she cupped his cheeks. Her thumb rubbed affectionately over his cheek, as a tear rolled down hers. Their bond is beautiful, and if I'm being honest, I'm envious. The moment th

she whispered, her voice trembling with awe. Her mother, her rock throughout the journey, gazed at the scene with tears of joy in her eyes. "You did it, my darling. She's perfect." Janelle's exhaustion melted away as she held her daughter close, marveling at the miracle she had brought into the world. The pain and unease of the past months seemed to fade into insignificance, replaced by an indescribable sense of fulfillment and maternal love.

She said firmly. Jayden stepped closer, holding my hand tighter. “Yes, Mom,” he said. “We have to stay with Dad.” Joy. I think that was what I felt at that moment, or maybe it was pride. Honestly, I couldn’t even find the right words to describe it. I had lived such a broken, painful life, but somehow, the Moon Goddess had still blessed me with two beautiful, brilliant children. And I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world. Pulling them into my arms, I held them tightly, letting myself stay in that moment just a little longer. Then, after a while, I took their hands and led them toward the door.

she shouted. She began to laugh with joy. “Ah! This is good news! Very good news!” She clapped her hands and started dancing around the small sitting room. “My daughter will have a baby! I will be a grandmother!” she sang happily. Judy felt her face burn with embarrassment. “Mama, please,” she whispered. “Stop dancing.” But her mother was too excited. She held Judy’s hands. “When did you find out?” she asked eagerly. “Yesterday,” Judy said softly.

"I wouldn't want to cause you any extra work." Joy, foiled for the moment, sat down and started to make herself look busy. It was the most you'd ever seen her physically do with her laptop since you'd met her. The door opened and both Garrison and Bellagamba stepped back inside. Garrison looked annoyed, and a little frustrated. Bellagamba was like ice. "Mother, I-" Joy started. "It will need to wait," Garrison said, holding up a finger. Joy worked her mouth like a fish out of water. Her eyes looked like she was screaming at her mother psychically or something, but Bellagamba just glanced at her daughter and then scanned the rest of us again with that icy glare.

Joyce is truly no longer in control, the pleasure she is getting from riding her son is more than she could have ever possibly imagined. Lewis cannot believe his ears, but what he hears is music to them. He is aroused beyond belief by them. He never expected to fuck his own mother let alone ever hears such language. Of course her never expected to see her pussy, shaved or not. He never expected her to be such a freak and dress up like a catgirl. All he knows is that while his mother yowls louder than ever, her pussy contracts around him once more.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV