Real Mom Son First Time Novels & Stories

"There's a problem with a project at work. I have to go in today. I'll make it up to Alicia." She hadn't even finished speaking before Dad hung up and blocked her number. I forced a smile, about to comfort him, when a familiar voice drifted over. "Mom, you're the best! With you here, we're definitely gonna win!" My mind went blank as I turned toward the sound and saw Mom holding another child in her arms. I looked up at Dad in confusion. "Didn't Mom say she had work?" He shot to his feet and started toward her, but I grabbed his hand and shook my head. "The race is starting."

Henry smirked like he had just uncovered my greatest weakness. “If you come back with me, I promise I’ll treat you and our son well. We can have a happy family. “Serena, can you really bear to let him grow up without a mother?” He was looking at me with undisguised satisfaction, thinking he had me cornered. This time, it was my turn to panic. Before I could speak, a small, furious voice rang out from upstairs. “Never!” My son came rushing down. His little face flushed with anger, and his voice hoarse from shouting.

I didn't look back. I used to think that as long as he learned the truth, he would regret it and want to make amends. However, I belatedly learned that his regret was too little, too late. What was done was done. He couldn't resurrect the dead simply by hanging his head, apologizing, and adopting a pained expression. … I went to the cemetery on my first weekend back at school. The wind on the mountain was gentle, and the weather was beautiful. I carefully placed the things I had brought in front of Mom's grave. Then, I crouched down and talked to her like I used to. "My tuition has been paid, Mom. I won't drop out of school anymore. My ear's being treated, too.

The same relatives who'd been toasting Grandpa and fawning over Mom minutes earlier turned on them faster than anyone, tripping over themselves to point fingers and distance themselves from the family. A heavy thud cut through the chaos. Grandpa collapsed, clutching his chest, and fell to the floor. The ballroom descended into total pandemonium. Mom and Uncle Keith crumpled to the ground where they stood, completely limp. In the middle of it all, Mom spotted me. She crawled over on her hands and knees, sobbing and begging. "Sawyer... Sawyer, I was wrong. I know it now, I swear. "Talk to your father for me, please. We're family! You can't just stand there and watch your own mother go to priso

My grandfather closed his eyes, as if reliving that painful time. "I was so furious that I did something terrible. I switched her son with you." He opened his eyes, filled with guilt. "She took my daughter's place. I wanted her to know what it felt like to have her own flesh and blood out there, lost." I was so stunned by the truth that I couldn't speak. So my mother, Claire Harrison, was the real imposter all along. "She raised you for twenty years. Whether you still want to call her your mother is up to you."

Each time, I would laugh uncontrollably. Dad would always worry when he saw it, afraid she might accidentally drop me. And every time, Mom would say, "Mike is our son. He's my whole world. I would give my life to protect him. I'd never let anyone hurt him, not even a little." Now Dad was gone, and I was on an operating table, fighting for my life. Mom suddenly lifted her head and fixed a fierce stare on the assistant who had followed her. "What happened to Mike? Weren't our people stationed all along the riverbank? Why did no one pull him out when he fell in?"

Her biological mother cheered him on. "You hear that? Even your own son doesn't want you. What are you still doing here?" The system chimed again: [Departure accelerating. One day remaining.] It was still dark out when Mom woke me up. "Sandra. Mom has to go." "Mom..." "Don't cry." She wiped my tears. Her own kept coming. "Sandra, promise me one thing." "What?" "Find someone who really loves you. Someone who won't make you cry." I didn't fully understand, but I nodded.

"She's not my mommy. I don't have a mommy." I started screaming. "Please, stop talking about her. Please." "She wet herself. Look." The whole room went dead silent. I went rigid. I stared down at my legs and started yanking at the hem of my muddy dress, trying to cover the dark wet patch. I caught Mama's eyes. She was even angrier than before. I was sobbing. "Mommy, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it in." "I am not your mother. And what are you doing carrying that filthy rabbit around? Haven't you embarrassed me enough?"

Mom hadn't been this excited about anything in a long while, which saddens me especially on days I had to see her drink heavily while getting a hangover the next morning. “Hart!” Mom called like a teenager getting out from her sliver Honda with a big smile on her face. Mr Blackwood expression softened immediately at the sound of her voice. He approached her, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, while keeping his hand on her back. His eyes came to rest on me and Joey who slowly followed after her, giving me a clearer look at what he looked like outside the photo mom showed me, suddenly making so much sense why Mom had fallen fast for him.

Steve saw my amusement and ran up to me, he grabbed onto my waist as he lifted me up onto the counter he kissed me roughly, “You think that’s funny, I’ll give you something to laugh about.” He began to nibble on my neck as I began to laugh, I heard Jeremy behind us laughing. Steve looked behind him with a large smile, “You like to see mommy laugh eh buddy, I do too.” I could feel my heart begin to get full for the first time in a very long time, I loved my son more then anything but it was a different type of love. I could feel myself falling for Steve and it was scaring me like crazy.