My Boyfriend's Mom Novels & Stories

She’s the villain. “I’m not surprised by your words,” my mom said, “but I’m sure disappointed.” “I’m not surprised you’re disappointed either. But come on, Mom. There are way more important things needing our attention than some classless banter and drama,” I said flatly. “My boyfriend is coming home tomorrow for dinner, just like you said, and that alone should require all your attention…..not this,” I added firmly. “Well, I’m afraid that won’t be happening, dear,” my dad finally spoke.

Her mom chuckled softly, "I told you to paint someone who makes you happy and I suppose he's the one." She frowned. She hadn't thought about it like that. She hadn't even thought about him when she had been painting but here he was on her canvas. She couldn't deny the fact that he made her happy also. She couldn't even bring herself to be mad at him. "I guess he does make me happy." Her mom frowned, "He's your boyfriend? How come I've never met him?" Her smile darkened into a frown, "He's not my boyfriend, mom."

“Juliet told me that her mom has a boyfriend.” My skin stiffened at the word boyfriend, and a rush of questions surged. “Juliet? Who’s that?” I asked, keeping my voice calm but quivering with hidden pain. He rolled onto the bed to face me. “You saw her last time. Her mom works as Dad’s secretary.” I paused, closing the door behind me, trying to steady the trembling fit rising in my chest. “And her mom has a boyfriend?” My eyes searched his for more, for some clue I feared existed. “What kind of person is he?”

Mom asked with a sweet smile, "what have you been doing? Do you have a boyfriend? Three months since I haven't heard from you, darling. Might as well as fill us in with the details, don't you think?" I cleared my throat before answering, "fine. I haven't been in contact for past three months because I've been busy. And no, I don't have a boyfriend." Dad let out a groan while mom pouted, "aw, that's too bad. Don't worry, we'll find you one!"

she says. "Mom, stop it. You know I'm not a kid anymore," I say, but she continues squeezing my cheeks. "No, you're my only baby boy, and I don't see you much anymore. Especially these days. What, you've got a secret girlfriend or boyfriend you are hiding, huh?" She wiggles her eyebrows up and down. "Mom!" I say. Wait, did she say boyfriend? "What?" "I wouldn't mind you bringing home an Alpha, you know. As long as he takes care of my baby, then fine by me."

Carter is my boyfriend now and we didn't talk about hiding our relationship, so I guess it's all right to tell Mom? "Yes, Mom, I got a new boyfriend. And he's a thousand times better than my ex." She sipped on her wine. "Really? Who is he? If he's living here, then I must be familiar with him!" she said with so much enthusiasm. "And oh, you must have invited him to join us for dinner!" Well, for the record, I did invite him. But my boyfriend is no ordinary human being who doesn't consume human foods at all. "Carter Rellis," I just said.

“I thought he was the annoying party-throwing bastard who you wished would disappear and never come back. Why’s he picking me up from the airport?” “We reached an impasse,” I said with a shrug. “He’s British,” she announced excitedly. “Why did you never tell me that important information?” “Really? I didn’t notice.” “And he’s handsome too. And well put together. And nice. And muscular. And so helpful…” “Gee, mom. Would you like me to hook you up with him?” She slapped my shoulder playfully as she laughed. “How can you be so casual about this?” My mom’s shrill voice sounded amazed. “My daughter has her first boyfriend. There should be more commotion! If you’d told me you were coming with your

"Kent is my boyfriend. I'm gay." That word seemed to stop time from turning in the room. Mom gasped, the spoon in her hand dropping to the floor with a loud clatter, breaking the heavy tension. She stood up, her hand reaching out as if wanting to grab me, wanting to pull me back into the embrace of falsehood. However, Dad gripped Mom's arm roughly, throwing her back until her chair shifted.

I stood there holding my box of expensive dried wild Morel mushrooms gift set and tea, my fingers so stiff they were starting to cramp. I glanced at my boyfriend, Raymond Smith. He looked just as uncomfortable. He leaned closer and whispered, "My mom has always stayed home and never had to deal with much. She cries easily, so don't let it bother you. I'm sure she isn't trying to pick on you." I forced a smile while screaming inside. This was what he called "crying easily"? This was "a little naive"?!

she said while I was still confused with what she said. “Oh! Hell. We really have really less time before the Black’s come and grab you and drag into that boring wedding ceremony of his. Just get the hell out of here,” she said with so much excitement on her face. “What? You know me? I mean you know him?” I asked. “Yes, of course I know him. He was my boyfriend and you took him away from me,” she said. “What?” I stood in the same place dumbfounded. She cackled out loud and then said,” Come on that was just a lame joke.