Real Mom Real Son Novels & Stories

I turned around to see my son standing with a pale face in the hallway. Shit. “Alexei,” My heart was pounding in my chest as I approached him slowly, "When did you wake up? Are you looking for something, baby?” “Is it true?” I swallowed hard, “What?” “I want to know the truth, Mother,” My son demanded. His cold, icy blue eyes made me stiffen because I knew I had done something unforgivable this time. “Is he my real father?” “Yes, but you have to let me explain-”

The door creaked open and it revealed Uncle Ian. "No no." My mom said as he stepped into the room. "No husbands allowed." She said and he frowned while looking at us. "Okay, weirdo." He said before taking a step back. "I love you Liv and I hope you feel better soon." He yelled when my mom pushed him out of the room and I chuckled lightly. "I love him Mom, and I can see that he cares about you, about this family," I said softly. My mom looked at me in awe and I sighed. "Are you sure he's not my real dad?" I asked and my mom laughed uncomfortably.

Maxwell My mom dragged me into the closest guest room she could find the minute we finished eating and she closed the door behind her, turning on me. "Your son?" Yup, I knew this was coming. "Yes" "Are you... Are you being generous, you know, like charity or..." "No, he's actually my son, my biological son. Crazy, right?" She smacked me on the arm without any warning and would have done it again if I didn't dodge, "Mom?"

"Tell me, Dad. What do you mean by my real mother?" Daddy cleared his throat and avoided my gaze. "I'm sorry, Son. You shouldn't have heard that. It's nothing—" "No, Dad!" I interrupted angrily, moving closer to them. The drunkenness seemed to vanish as I spoke. "Tell me. What do you mean my real mother? Am I not Mom's child?! Huh, Dad?!" Daddy closed his eyes tightly while Mom shook her head, tears continuing to flow silently. Taking a deep breath, Daddy finally spoke. "Yes. Your Mom is not your... biological mother, Son," he admitted to me, which shattered my world.

I giggled mom : when you will say that you're in a relationship me : mom do I look too old mom : no princess I wanna know your taste me : I don't have any specific taste mom mom : then me : I want someone to be genuine that's it I don't want anyother things mom : wow my baby girl is grownup now me : mom mom : its true sweety Rio : you always praise her mom : I'm praising you also rio rio : did you ever felt that your son is single here me : lol mom bring a mirror mom : why dear me : to show him that he is a parrot not a human rio : is there anywhere that parrots should be single

“When I gave birth to you, I planned to switch you with Howard. But I got caught. Mr. and Mrs. Moore took pity on you and still raised you as their younger son…” Halfway through, she forgot the rest. Her face turned bright red from embarrassment. I looked at her and said calmly, “Mom.” Then I took Mrs. Zimmer’s arm and went home with her. When Mom saw us, she frowned. Still, she smiled and said, “Oh? Caleb found his real mother?” I nodded calmly. Dad played along too. “In that case, shouldn’t he move out of our house and go back to his real parents?” Before I could say anything, Howard eagerly packed my things for me.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

She sits next to me and takes my hands in hers. "As you know, we moved from Italy years ago to live here because your mother wanted it. What we're going to tell you isn't easy to digest," my father responds, taking a deep breath and looking at my mother, who nods at him to continue. "I met your mother when you were six months old. Your real mother was named Katherina Carluccio. She was my first wife." My brain takes a moment to process what my father has just confessed. I look at my mother to make sure what I heard is true, and when I see her face full of tears, I immediately release her hands.