Naked Mothers Novels & Stories

Shouldn’t all men be held responsible for what they had done, collectively as a sex, to women throughout history? A twig snapped beneath her feet, bringing her back to the woods around her, and a squirrel darted across the path in front of Mist. The Mothers said wildlife was coming back in abundance now that so many girls were choosing to become naturists. They hoped that someday there would be thousands of squirrels, rabbits, and other forest creatures as there had been in days of old, before the war.

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.

It was flattering to hear because my mother was very beautiful. Before my nineteenth birthday, I didn’t care about how I dressed. It’s usually pants and t-shirt because nobody cared how I dressed. But after being mated with Kaiden Clark, I had to dress appropriately because my mate was the future Alpha of our pack. Besides, I wanted to look beautiful in front of Kaiden at all times. Before leaving my bedroom, I turned to look at the huge mirror. I wore a yellow sundress, and paired it with my favorite sneaker. Some would say that I was trying my best because of my status as the future Luna of the pack.

"You know, way back when in old times, when our women used to give birth outside. They would paint a circle of birthing symbols around them, and the woman would have her labor in that barrier of spiritual protection. The other women of the pack would stay with her, pray to the goddess along the outside of her circle. The only person permitted to enter the circle was the woman's mate—the child's father. He would hold her and let her squeeze him to no end as she wailed. Most women pulled their babies out themselves with their own hands. It was a beautiful thing. "Some women still deliver like that. If I could go back and have my own children that way, I would." "They must have been strong wome

He asked with a low smile, "Mom, When you saw him in person, were you captivated by him too? In the past, I brought Mike back. You didn't let him marry me in such a hurry. He wouldn't let me in even if it cost him his life." Jouvita lightly patted her. "Then you weren't willing to listen to me back then. Otherwise, would you have fallen for Mike's trick?" "Yes, yes, yes. My mother's eyes are Fiery Golden Eyes. It's all this daughter's fault for being blind. Not only was she blind, she was also deaf. She didn't listen to mother's words." "Now you know that Mom was also thinking of you back then?" "I know, I know. My mother has been the best person to me in her entire life. She's the only one

"You're lying, Ms. Lamont. You're not our mommy." Ivana sneered cruelly, "I'm not lying to you. Yara never gave birth to you. That's why you naturally hate her." Hearing that, Cheryl shoved Ivana in anger. "You're talking nonsense! Even if Mommy is annoying, how could she not be our mother?" Ivana froze. She hadn't expected this reaction after Cheryl learned the truth. Lucas quickly comforted her, saying, "Ms. Lamont, even though you're not our mommy, Cheryl and I still like you."

That yes, it’s true, this is not a dream. My mother steps forward first. She staggers, stops, then moves again. And suddenly, she runs. She collapses onto me, in a child’s sob. Her hands cover my face, my hair, my shoulders. She repeats my name, over and over, as if to ensure I do not disappear. I feel her tears on my skin. They burn and soothe at the same time. I close my eyes. I let her cry. I let her hold me until I suffocate. It’s an embrace that hurts, but that heals.

No one expected such a huge revelation. "So, I carried out two DNA tests." Mom's eyes widened. She tried to grab the reports, but I quickly moved them out of her reach. She admitted, almost in a daze, "Yes, you're not my biological daughter! Is that what you want to hear? Annie is my daughter!" Annie's eyes nearly popped out. She immediately clung to Aunt Monica and yelled, "No, I don't want you as my mom! You're a bad woman!" Mom, on the verge of tears, grabbed Annie's arm and cried, "I am your mother, Annie! I've been so good to you. How could you forget all that?"

I even ran into some bad people, but luckily I remembered your number. The room filled with Renee's exaggerated, pitiful cries. Frustrated, Brady shouted, "Mom, can you stop? Eloise had a miscarriage! You killed my unborn children!" For a brief moment, the room went silent, and Renee's cries grew even louder. "It wasn't on purpose! I didn't know she was so weak that a little push would make her lose the babies! "It's no big deal. When my ten babies are born, I'll give you two to raise."

And only then could the Keeper fully reclaim his variable. --- The children were unaware of the true source of their mother’s suffering. They noticed fatigue, pallor, quiet cries in the night—but nothing explained the constant, creeping dread that had entered their home. Lerato hid it as best she could, masking weakness with determination, fear with purpose. But every night, in the quiet hours, she felt herself being drained by something that knew her heart, her love, her every instinct. It was the darkness. And it was hungry. --- Doctors tried to help. Nurses tried to care. Friends offered support.