Real Mom Real Son Novels & Stories

Vincenzo pov "My Son! You have made me the most happiest mother alive!Thank you! " Mom says, hugging me and placing a kiss on my forehead. I merely pass her a fake smile, trying to show I was happy with this decision. "You are doing the right thing ,Son. You deserve to move on, everyone does. Shelly is the perfect girl for you. Trust me" I nod at her,while she turns around and leaves excited to share the good news with others. I sit back on the sofa,with head placed on the headrest and eyes closed.

We walk up to them hand in hand. "Family this is my fiancée, Camila. Princess this is my mom Scarlet, my dad Dylan."--- He points to the gentleman couple. The two are not that old, at most about seventy years old. The man reminded me a lot of him, while the woman reminded me of her daughter. I give a shy smile, while the little lady opens her arms towards me. I broaden my smile by giving her a hug. "My son, what a beautiful woman"--- His mother speaks visibly happy.

Did he even care about our feelings? “But he’s still my son.” Mom drew out in a deadpan voice. There was lots of hurt in her eyes. “I want to see him.’’ She demanded as I let out a tired sigh. Malcolm would not want to see her, he was not even ready to face me. How would he face the woman who raised him? “Let me get something straight,’’ Liam began, shifting forward from the couch he was sitting on. “If Malcolm is your son, how is he Noelle’s husband?’’

“Mom, I was acting spoiled before. I missed you a lot.” “Jaxon, you should know something. I’m not your mom anymore. You said on the phone that you didn’t want me to be your mom, and I took that seriously. So now, I’m keeping my distance. Aren’t you happy about that?” Jaxon was stunned, and tears filled his eyes. Shaun pulled Jaxon to him and asked, “Jaxon, what did you say to your mom on the phone?” “I-I was just saying things, Mom. I didn’t want you to tell me what to do back then. I now realize that having a mom who cares is a good thing.”

My pussy juice soaked his finger as I rode his hand, intent on bringing myself to a much-needed orgasm. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I cried out, my eyes closed as he continued to stroke me. It felt so good, like a masseuse massaging my body. But this was way more satisfying. The way he moved his fingers felt way better than any toys, or Sean, my ex-boyfriend. “Come on, Daddy,” I moaned as he stroked my pussy continuously. Sir, A gentle knock broke the rhythm, and a voice behind the door. “Sir, your first course is ready. May I serve it in the lounge?”

Accepted both of us. His two mommies. It wasn't traditional. It wasn't simple. But it was real. And it was ours. Our family. Strange and complicated and born from tragedy. But ours. And finally, finally, my son knew who I was. Not just Miss Mabel. But Mommy. His other mommy. The one who'd given birth to him. Who'd searched for him. Who'd fought for him. And who would never, ever let him go again.

I said helplessly, "She's lying. She's twisting the truth. I've already filed for divorce. She's doing this because she can't accept losing." "Then why would she say all that?" Mom asked, exhausted. "Don't you two have some kind of misunderstanding? Between husband and wife, you should talk things through. Don't jump straight to divorce." "Mom, there's no misunderstanding between us," I said firmly. "She deceived me for five years and transferred all my money to her son. I can't continue living with her. Don't worry, I'm not having an affair. Everything I'm saying is true. I have evidence to prove it."

Two street grifters could not have walked into that hospital, switched babies, and walked back out unless someone inside helped. “Roland?” I asked. My mother was silent for a beat. “I don’t know,” she said. “But I’m done giving that family the benefit of the doubt.” She turned to the man at the door. “Call Alessandro. I want access to Roland tonight.”

* * * Mom is so eager to film her new reality, "Does a Slut Live Here?" It's a brilliant idea where she and Dad go from door to door and fucking horny housewives and their nubile daughters. That was the real reason for the trip, and why they had to bring both their sex slaves along to be the camerasluts. Mom is so wet for it. She loves watching Dad fuck other women, the naughty cuckqueen. She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter.