Real Mom Son First Time Mga Nobela at Kwento

My daughter, Leah Haynes, couldn't stand seeing others insult me and started arguing angrily, "What are you people talking about? The woman on stage is my mom, and my dad is her real husband. That guy is the homewrecker!" The others immediately burst into laughter, their tone growing more mocking. "Like father, like daughter. So young and already trying to climb the social ladder. How twisted!" "Ms. Webster showed her affection in public, so how could their happy family of three be fake?" Trenton Ritter, who had just come down from the podium, suddenly rushed over and glared viciously at Leah. "Who are you calling a homewrecker? Are you and your dad that desperate for a power grab? Have you

During that first week, my three sons kept coming over to look for me. Ryan showed up at the gate, shouting, "Mom, I was wrong! I'm on the verge of bankruptcy! Lend me some money to get through this. Otherwise, my whole family will starve!" I watched him shake the gate from the window, the metal clanging loudly, and felt nothing. A few days later, Victor came with Molly. Molly wore a dress and sang the nursery rhymes I had taught her, breaking into tears after a few lines and crying out, "Grandma!"

I tried pulling him off me. "What are you doing? Stop calling me 'Mom.' Your mother is Judy." His reaction was instant. "Mom, don't say that. You told me—no matter what happens, I'll always be your baby. You said if I ever felt wronged, I could come to you. Did you forget?" I froze. Those were indeed words I had once said—just not in this lifetime. They belonged to the past one. So Phillip had been reborn too. Seeing me caught off guard, his confidence grew.

he began, "When you were in mommy's tummy, you did the same. Sometimes, while playing, you'd accidentally bump into mommy's tummy. Sometimes lightly, sometimes a bit harder. Mommy would sometimes feel pain, and sometimes she wouldn't." He continued, "Every baby does that in their mother's tummy, so Lizzy shouldn't be mad at the baby. It's not on purpose. If Lizzy gets mad, the baby will be sad." Hearing this, Lizzy's eyes widened in disbelief. Those big innocent eyes reflected her pure childhood wonder. She couldn't recall ever being inside her mother's belly, let alone if she kicked her mother like her "little brother" does. Unable to remember, she hesitated to contradict her father.

she insisted. SLAP! My palm landed on her cheeks. “What? You do not want to face reality? Aren’t you going to leave the city tomorrow?” She gave me a daunting look. “This guy here is mine, he is my son’s father and I will make sure to make him cut off all ties with you and your miserable daughter.” SLAP! My palms landed on her cheeks again. Malcolm didn’t bother to stop me, he just stood there, watching everything unfold. “Malcolm,” I called. Like an obedient little boy, desperate to get something from his mum, he came to me immediately.

Mo Sheng got his cue and spoke up, “Hey, hey, your son is also here. Do you only see your grandson, mom?” Mother Mo disdainfully looked at his youngest son and answered, “That’s right, I only see my dear grandson, so what? Tsk, look at your head, those red hairs. It looks like a monkey’s butt.” “What? Monkey’s butt? Mom, how can you describe your good son’s hair like that? Are you sure I am not adopted?” shouted Mo Sheng exasperatedly. Mother Mo replied, “What about it? Go look at yourself in the mirror and you will get the answer.”

she responds, finally turning those cobalt eyes my way. "Hey Dad, look at that... it's the moon! Isn't it too early for the moon to be here?" I get chocked up immediately, frozen in time, locking away this memory for the rest of my life. The first time my son calls me Dad. I turn to Ivy to share the moment, but she doesn't look as shocked as me.

“Mom, it’s a one-night stand…” “I knew it,” she replied. “I know that you don’t have a boyfriend and then you suddenly got pregnant. So, who is this?” “Brandon Moore.” “Brandon Moore?” she asked and then chuckled, “Brandon Moore likes Moore Food Corporation?” That question made me bite my lower lip. Mom waited for my response while her laugh started to fade. “Is it Brandon Moore? Really?” I slowly nodded, then Mom cussed for the first time. “How did that happen?” she asked.

Slowly opening my legs apart, I again reached for his cock and took him in my hand. For sometime he did nothing, but just stared intently at my cunt, clearly on display to him. Then without saying a word, Mike began to rub on my wet pussy, as I worked my hand over his big, young cock. I felt a huge rush of excitement as my son's fingers touched my pussy for the first time. I felt my muscles tighten and my clit tingle as he moved his hand around. "Oh yes Mike, play with Mommy's wet pussy baby" I said in a deep throaty voice.

Max chipped in. My mother staggered backwards, as if the words had physically knocked her off balance. She raised a shaking hand to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. "He's...he's your son?" she gasped, her voice barely audible. “Ok what’s going on?”. I yelled. “Yes!”. Max’s father, Lucian, responded emotionlessly. My mom looked at Max in shock, still trembling. My mother stood trembling, her eyes brimming with tears. "He's...he's our son," she whispered, her voice breaking.