Professional Mommy Novels & Stories

" I already knew what happened to my mother years ago. Long before I was even born. Samantha and Michael didn't know. I thought that Michael would have a clue. I just couldn't tell them myself. It wasn't my story to tell. So I didn't tell anyone. "You don't have to tell us, Mom," Samantha said softly, sitting up slowly. "It's okay," Mom smiled at her. "You're old enough to know the truth now, and if you ever come across the same situation or a similar one, then you will know not to make the same mistake I did," she said, squeezing my hand. Clearing her throat, she sat up straight, leaning against the headboard. "Firstly, I want you three to know that I am so proud of you," she started. "You'

“A woman named Karen. She reminded me that feelings can’t be dictated by contracts.” Lucas looked at her, his expression unreadable. “I don’t know what we are, Lucas,” she continued. “But I can’t keep pretending that this is just a business arrangement.” He set his glass down, leaning forward. “Neither can I.” Amelia’s heart raced. “Then what are we?” Lucas stood, walking over to her. He knelt before her, placing a hand on her belly. “We’re a family. And I want to be here, with you, for our child.”

She is proud that her mighty tits will be the instrument of her young son's very first orgasm. "Come on baby fuck em harder for Mommy please... " She struggles against the cuffs that bind her. She so badly wants to grab his hips and help him thrust forward harder and harder. Jimmy holds on to this slow and gentle fucking of his mother's tits as long as humanly possible. Maybe it lasts a half dozen or so strokes up and down, before the passion to do as she is now begging for to do overwhelms him. "Fuck them baby... that's it harder son harder... cum all over your mom's tits honey... please for me... please baby... "

I also want to go back home to my family, but it will only bring me stress there, and my money might just go to waste because my parents are into gambling. Because of my extreme worry about my baby's health, I decided to secretly go to a private hospital. There, I had a check-up with an OB-GYN. While lying on the examination table and hearing the steady heartbeat of my child from the ultrasound machine, I couldn't help but cry. I clutched the edge of my clothes, thanking God that despite all the stress, sleepless nights, and grief I've experienced these past few weeks, the little life inside me remains strong.

Speaking in a hushed voice, almost a whisper, she said, "Mom... can you come to the hospital? It's about my adoptive father. It's a long story, but he wants to talk to you..." Kate Hamilton had just finished a business meeting when her phone rang. The urgency and vulnerability in her daughter's voice instantly replaced her professional demeanor with deep concern. She reassured Sienna and promised to get to the hospital as soon as she could. Yet, her mind was already flooded with questions and worries as she drove there.

"Back then, Mommy was too busy. So, Mommy always rushed every time she went shopping. Grandma said Mommy once took the old man diapers for us when we were babies." Frank chuckled at the thought. Even though there was pain in the heavy part of his heart, he tried to brush it off. "Your idea is truly extraordinary, Kara. Mothers all over the world will definitely d******d your application," he praised with a sincere nod. "Do you want to make that application for Mommy, Daddy?" Emily tilted her head. Maintaining his smile, Frank nodded. "Yes, Daddy will prepare a team to help Mommy realize her dream, initial funds, and a special work space."

I roamed my eyes through the schedule, they were a few words that I didn't understand, so I asked her, "Miss Nozi…" "Just Nozi, thank you." "My apologies, please what does Polaroid sights mean?" "He loves taking pictures of damp places, and he loves to go there during his breaks on some days, you will accompany him on such events." She explained and I nodded and glanced through again until I found another question. "What does 'Mother and Me Time' entail?" "His mother is currently in the hospital, so he takes time off every Friday to spend it with his mother, also you must make sure that every new schedule that pops up, does not affect his Friday schedule. Friday is a no-go area for his priva

"Yes, you are!" "But I don't know how to be a mom," she bawled, a thin stream of snot pooling on her upper lip. She wiped it off with the back of her hand. "I share an apartment with my three friends. I hate my job, what do I know about being a mom?" "You'll be amazing; the fact that you're already questioning yourself means you want what's best for your baby,” Dr Waylon beamed and returned to his place behind the desk while Eden cleaned herself up and buttoned up her blouse again.

Lizzy's transformation from a woman in agony to a radiant mother was nothing short of remarkable. As the days and weeks passed, our little bundle of joy, whom we named Emily, filled our lives with endless laughter and love. My role as a father didn't stop at the birthing room. I eagerly took on the responsibilities of a nurturing mother, assisting Lizzy with breastfeeding, diaper changes, and sleepless nights.

Luna had always known that she wanted to be a parent someday. She loved children and dreamed of the day when she would have a family of her own. So, when she and her husband, Mark, found out they were expecting their first child, they were overjoyed. As Luna's pregnancy progressed, she experienced all the joys and challenges that come with carrying a child. There were moments of intense happiness, like when she felt the baby's first kicks, and moments of discomfort and exhaustion, like when she had trouble sleeping or experienced morning sickness.