Operation My Mommy My Call Novels & Stories

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

"Don't call Michael, Ma. It's almost midnight." "Call them Cynthia. My baby's all alone in a hotel-" "Ma, papa, I'm fine. You don't have to call th-" "Bye, sweetie, I'll see you soon," my mom said before hanging up. Oh God.

"Mom, Dad… If there's a next life, and if I'm ever your son again… Don't lose me this time." My form began dissolving as my vision blurred. As the world slipped away, I heard Mom and Dad's soft, warm voices calling me home. "Bas, dinner's ready!" Taking my hand, Maeve grinned and playfully booped my nose. "You did so well, Bas."

Might as well meet guys though I have no intention to proceed further. I feel a vibrate coming from the sling bag on my lap signalling a call from someone. I dig into it producing an iPhone 4 that lights up with the caller ID shown on the screen. "What?" I ask rudely, knowing I'd gain a laugh from the person on the other line. "Whoaaa what happened, Senora Sum-mah?" She giggles thinking it's funny to call me by my last name in British accent. "What do you want." "Jeez, so serious. You definitely did the right thing signing up for a Daddy. WHICH BY THE WAY," I startle at the sudden increase of volume, "Can you buy me dinner now? I'm hungryyy, Mummyyy."

I call my mother to tell her the news but she doesn't pick up, I try several times but nothing Christ: who are you calling? Me: my mother, she doesn't pick up Christ: you know very well that she is busy, try to call your father Me: yes, you're right I'm calling my father, the phone didn't even ring and he picks up Me: hello.. He doesn't let me talk Dad: congratulations my child, I'm proud of you. I love you very much, never forget it. Tell your mother that I love her too, take care of yourself.

Mom asked me to stay safe and take care of my two children; The born one and the unborn one. The next night after she left, I got a strange call. I quickly pick up since it's a new number. "It's your Mom." Something about the call is super chilling to the bone. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Seeing Haley approaching, Keith quickly stood up and left. As soon as he took two steps, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it, and the caller ID said ‘Mother’. He pursed his thin lips, similar to Ivan's, and answered the call. As soon as he answered, a sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone, "Keith, I'm finished, I'm done this time..." Keith furrowed his brow, “Mother, take your time and tell me what happened. I’m listening.”

It’s so damn good. Her nipple falls from my mouth as my head presses between her tits and my lower body grinds into her hand. “Amelia!” I whine. “Yeah, Mommy?” she asks me and I can feel my orgasm coming even closer. I’ve never had someone call me ‘Mommy’ like that before, but I fucking love it. I never understood why guys liked it when a girl called them Daddy, but I get it now. “That feels so good,” I moan, opening my legs wider so that I can feel more of her inside of me.

I can’t believe I was in this kind of situation. When I was finally on my bed and was done eating a sandwich and milk, I took my phone and tried to call mom… Again! I’ve been trying to contact her but the operator always answered, “Hi, this is Sharlene! I am on my honeymoon these days so I wasn’t able to pick up the phone right now! I will be back next week, just leave me a message!” I am disappointed.

At three in the morning, my phone rang. It was my mother. The problem was, Mom had been dead for three years. “Honey, listen to me.” Her voice came through the phone so clearly that for one terrifying second, it felt like she was standing right beside my bed. “Don’t go to work next Wednesday. There’s going to be a fire at your office. “Take a day off. Tell your supervisor you have a family emergency out of town. Whatever you do, make sure you’re not in that building on Wednesday.” I shot upright in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Mom?” My voice trembled. “Remember. Do not go to work on Wednesday.” Her voice began breaking up, as though the signal were failing. “And one