Naked Mothers Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't seen my mother naked since I was a little girl and I didn't really remember what she looked like. But there she stood, red hair like mine, but she kept it short. She had the same full breasts and I could also see that her pussy was shaved. I could actually see the pink line separating her pussy lips from where I was. I watched as my mother took a bow as everyone applauded again. Then she was helped down off the platform and she walked over to the bench.

He returned the phone, asking, “who is she?” “Apparently, no one knows her name. She is the only daughter of Mr. Stone Steven, the chairman of Steven's organization.” Rathnait explained. “Wow!” He opened his mouth in awe. “I never heard of her.” “No one does. She prefers a lowlife, and has no interest in inheritance,” she explained. “They captured this picture while she was on a run, when her father sent his man to catch her and drag her to America. According to my research, she has done surgery to change her face, and not even her father can recognise.”

“Please, Miss Felicia…” Rose whispered. “My son did nothing wrong. I'm telling you the truth.” For a moment, something moved in Felicia’s eyes. Rose couldn't tell what it was. Part pity, part doubt. “Please, leave now,” Miss Felicia said. Her voice sounded final. Rose fell to her knees. “Please, I'm a single mother. He's all that I have,” she cried. Rose’s words shook her, her heart melted as she turned to Rose. She could feel her pain.

Her relief was genuine, yet her concern quickly shifted to the mother herself. The young woman’s eyes were dull with exhaustion, her body gaunt, her movements sluggish. It was clear she skipped meals and lost sleep, staying awake at night to watch over her sick child. And on top of that, she was pregnant again—six weeks along. The realization struck her deeply. Though it was not part of the formal consultation, she handed the mother a prescription for vitamins and urged her to eat properly and rest whenever possible. “Don’t only take care of the baby,” she said softly, “you must take care of yourself as well.”

Something about being a mother absolutely terrifies and elates me at the same time. For many years, I have been very lonely, having no one to call my own. Not even my mate would accept me. Now...there's a chance my own flesh and blood might be growing within me. The fear of losing them makes me shiver. Silver Moon was relatively calm to me now, with few people warming up. But that didn't mean anything. Liam's deal was very simple. Have the baby and leave. How could I... How would I leave my own child for that horrible Tina to raise? No. I'd be damned if I let that happen.

A nurse at the hospital happily took me from the obstetrician and announced to my mother, "It's a girl! Her skin is fair and glowing—she'll definitely grow up beautiful!" When Mom heard her words, her tired expression immediately changed. She suddenly grabbed the young nurse's hair before slapping her a few times. The entire hallway echoed with Mom's scolding. "You witch! Did you secretly swap out my son? I ate so much salty food! How could it not be a boy?"

*Raven* I watch Mother as she paces back and forth among the line of troops. No one would call this an army. It’s more like a rag-tag team of poorly trained teenagers. They aren’t all so young, but they are scrawny, pale, and a little gaunt. It’s evident that many of them have not seen the sun in ages. Even outside in the bright light of the sun, most of them squint, unused to the bright glare of natural light.

"I suppose that’s one more tether between us. Both our mothers taken by the Great Silence far too early." "A grim foundation for a bond," Mason remarks dryly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his tailored slacks. "But you will begin a new lineage soon enough." I shiver at the finality in his voice, but before I can retort, Sierra pulls me toward the center of the parlor to begin the ritual of the gowns.

"What are you going to do?" "I don't know." Daggy looked over at Britty, who had fallen asleep in the chair with her head resting against her knees. "Does Lincoln know you used to be involved with the alpha?" "No, he knows I left pack territory but I never told him why or who I was running from." "I just told him I'm pregnant looking for a man and I wanted a fresh start, which wasn't completely untrue." Her mother stood up and moved to the window, looking out at the parking lot below.

" My eyes stung. Seth, who wasn't related to me in any way, felt such grief and injustice on my behalf, while my own parents, upon learning of my death, had shown nothing but indifference. But Mom seemed deaf to Seth's words. She walked toward my body, and when she saw my mangled remains, she slowly reached out her trembling hand. Due to the heat and exposure in the wilderness, my body had been scavenged by unknown animals, revealing glimpses of bone. The wounds had long since begun to rot, emitting a foul odor. I turned my head away, unwilling to look at the wretched state of my body after death. But Mom seemed oblivious to my wounds. Her shaking fingertips brushed my cheek.