My Boyfriend's Mom Novels & Stories

Mom was taken back at first, but like a trooper she came back with the perfect answer. "To tell the truth I haven't had any reason to have a boyfriend. I have enough things to keep me going. Besides I think there are to many chiselers out there wanting nothing but some pussy and anything else that comes with it. I want a person who will love me even when I'm ninety years old and these tits and this ass are lower to the ground." We all three laughed at that and to prove her point mom shook her upper torso shaking her firm tits back and forth like a dancer would do.

She had to know the bastard she was dealing with. “Mom,” I started gently, taking her hand, “we need to talk about what happened earlier today. Your boyfriend… he tried to make a scene right inside here.” She closed her eyes, as though she knew what I was about to say next, so I continued, “He was shouting that he wanted to come collect his money. He didn’t care that you were fighting for your life. He only cared about what he could get from you.” Mom’s eyes flickered with discomfort. She shifted slightly against the pillows, avoiding my gaze for a moment.

“Think it’ll do for tonight?” “I don’t know,” he replied, not sounding too sure, “What do you think?” She laughed, “You’re supposed to be my boyfriend for the weekend, get off the fence and tell me.” “Um, yes,” he said, not sounding any more certain than before. It was enough however for his Mom, “I’m going for it,” she replied, “Show everyone I’ve still got it, a hot body and a hot boyfriend.” She grinned at her blushing son, “Turn away,” she laughed, “I need to change.”

"M-Ma, this is Styx. M-My boyfriend." I didn't expect my mom to be surprised by what I said. She looked at both of us seriously before sitting down at the table and motioning for us to follow. "Good morning, Tita. I'm Styx Syruis, and Xhia's boyfriend." I saw my mom freeze when she heard Styx's voice. My hands were cold and I couldn't move. If Styx hadn't pulled my hand, I would have remained frozen in place. "Let's eat first."

Mom said "But what if the guy doesn't really love his girlfriend and he's just dating her because he wants to support her?" "So you'll want to snatch the poor girl's boyfriend and break her heart?" Mom asked "You don't understand Mom, the girlfriend is not an innocent girl, she's very bad and evil" "Lemme get this straight, you love a guy but you aren't sure if the guy loves you too and the guy happens to have a girlfriend he doesn't actually love and this girlfriend of his is a very bad girl?"

Reluctantly, I lift my head and nod, a silent acknowledgment of her plea, as the weight of the conversation settles over me. I guide her out of my office, As she chatters on about Andrey, making me feel a bit pressured. It's his mother, after all, and I can't just argue with her. But I also can't bring myself to explain why her son and I aren't on good terms right now. How could I possibly tell my boyfriend's mom that we're at odds because he believes I'm still hung up on my ex, my first love? I just sigh inwardly as she continues talking.

Or maybe I have never been fond of her. I took a deep breath and stared at her. “Mom, he’s not my boyfriend. Cut it out.” I think I may have sounded so mean because I can her face got distorted. She stared at me, as if she’s waiting for me to tell her that I am kidding, that Juneau Portman is really my boyfriend. But it will never come. I don’t know what’s going on inside Juneau Portman’s head or if he has gone completely crazy to even have the guts to tell my mom that we are in a relationship.

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

Mom sighed saying while my dad was looking behind me "But I really thought he was boyfriend. I was really excited to know him." It just angered me more "Mom just stop it right there as I said before He's my friend that's it he's not my boyfriend and never will be." "Wow.... What a way to greet me! You wounded my heart, little one. If I'm not your boyfriend then who's? "

“That woman! She’s crazy.” As if trying to tell me she was right, I heard a laughing sound in the background. It was not Mom. It was another woman. “Christina! What are you waiting for? Save me!” “Where is your boyfriend, Mom?” “Is that even important?” “Yes, Mom. It is.” “What else? He runs away! He left because he got scared of his wife! That bastard! Next time, Mom you should choose the man whom you will love for the rest of your life. Or you can continue loving Dad to attune for your mistakes.”