My Moms Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“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!"

Mom asked me. “His name is Alessandro. He is my boyfriend.” Her eyes widened with interest at my words. I let her go so that she could welcome Alessandro. “I know you.” She let out. “I know you too.” Andro answered, and I stood there confused as fuck. “How do you both know each other?” I asked Mom, who smiled. “Your boyfriend here gave me a ride when Melody was still in the hospital.” My mom revealed. “Really?” I let out, wondering why she didn’t tell me. He didn’t say anything either.

Mom said with a deep sigh. I frowned. “Who? Your new boyfriend?” “Don't be rude, Sabrina. He's your mom's fiance now.” Mika stroked my hair gently despite the brief scolding. I rolled my eyes. “Oh please, their relationship won't last. It's not the first time mom's getting engaged. The previous one didn't. What was his name again? Pete?” Mom snapped. “Don't you dare, Sabrina! I do all I can to give you a father figure and I certainly do all I can to take care of you and our bills. I'm glad they're all settled now.”

“You have no idea how happy you’ve made your mother.” “Let me have my share of hugs, woman.” My dad chuckled. My woman released me, and he hugged me, warm and solid, giving me two cheek kisses before my mom immediately pulled me back into her embrace like she hadn’t quite gotten enough of me yet. When my mom finally loosened her grip, she held my hands, then her gaze shifted past me. To him. Then back to me, brows lifting slightly in silent question. I took the cue. “Mom,” I said, steadying myself, “this is Kenneth. My boyfriend. The one I told you about.”

"Tell me honestly, Lilith. Did you ever really want me? Or was I just convenient until someone better came along?" The question hit like a slap because part of me wondered the same thing. "I thought I loved you," I said quietly. "Thought. Past tense." Aiden nodded. "At least you're honest now." His phone buzzed. He checked it and smiled. "Looks like TMZ just picked up the story. You're trending on social media, Dad. Congratulations." Jamie grabbed my hand. "We're leaving." "One more thing." Aiden's voice stopped us at the door. "Mom's on her way here. Should arrive in about an hour. Thought you'd want to know."

Andrew accompanying Lucy, he cast a slight, questioning look. “Hello, sir,” Mr. Andrew greeted politely. He then turned to Mrs. West and said, “Hello, ma’am.” Lucy, visibly nervous, glanced at her parents. She closed her eyes briefly, then spoke in a tense voice, “Dad, he’s my boyfriend. The one I told you about.” Mr. West and Mrs. West exchanged bewildered glances. From Kelly’s words, they had assumed Lucy’s new boyfriend was an older man—someone their age.

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

"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.

"No. He does not know you are here." Damon nodded. Like he expected that answer. "Laura." Hearing him say my name did something to me. Something I did not want to name. "What." "We should not be alone together." "Why not." He leaned back in the chair. His eyes never left mine. "You know why." I shook my head. Even though I did know. Even though I knew exactly why. "I am your boyfriend's father," he said. "I am old enough to be your father. And I am not a good man. Not the kind you should be alone with."