Novel & Cerita Real Mom Son First Time

Aurelia Nightbane gripped her phone tighter, staring at the screen as her mother's voice echoed in her ear. 'Mom, what do you mean your boyfriend will pick me up?' she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. The line crackled slightly, but Selene's tone was firm, unyielding as always.

She turned toward the sauna room and yelled impatiently, "Enough with the act! The heating system inside is broken! You can't even adjust the temperature! "You learned all these tricks from your father, didn't you? I'm only doing this to force him to show himself!" Mom was consumed by rage. She screamed until her face turned purple. At that moment, Joe Anderson timidly stepped forward. He gently patted Mom's back, soothing her. "Forget it, Winona. Don't let Andrew go to prison for me. After what happened last time, he must still hate me. I don't want to come between you two."

“ Mom please, “ I cried out . My mom looked at me and the next moment the glass that she held in her hands was flying and scattered all over the wall . “ I am not your mother Rissa , I am not your mother “ she yelled at the top of Her voice as she stood up and started packing around with her hands in her head . I felt guilty , I felt that pain . Seeing my Pregnant mom break down in front of me and knowing that I am the cause of it was breaking my heart , I could never have imagined this . I wanted to tell you , I wanted to let you know about this I promise .But I just can’t put the words out my mouth , I just couldn’t bring myself to confess that I was screwing your husband .

“Don’t worry, David. Your mom will definitely show up. After all, she fought a custody battle for you for two whole years, and she didn’t even hesitate to quit her job at the research institute just to take care of you. “How about this? If your mom comes, you tell your dad that you want me to be your mom. If she doesn’t show up, I’ll buy you that Spider-Man toy you wanted. Deal?” “Deal.” Standing outside the door, listening to them use my desperation as a gambling chip, I felt completely frozen. I violently threw the door open. The moment they saw me, the smiles froze instantly on their faces. Avery was the first to recover. She immediately wore a slightly provocative smile and said, “Look,

"You're lying! I didn't steal any presents!" The words had just left my lips when Mom roared, "Claire Peterson!" She stormed toward me until she was standing in front of me. She grabbed my bloody arm and hissed, "How dare you talk back to Amanda and lie in front of everyone? You have utterly humiliated me, allowing everyone to ridicule me! I have no choice but to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." The pain should have been excruciating as Mom dug her fingers into my wounds. But I couldn't feel anything.

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

I looked at Luke and remembered the first time I'd seen that tiny, scrunched-up face wailing at me from the hospital bed. This was the child I'd carried for ten months. The child I'd held through six years of fevers and sleepless nights, watching him grow breath by breath. Also the child who'd held another woman's hand at the exhibition and called her Mom. Time seemed to stop between us. Then he moved. Like he'd finally gathered his courage, he walked toward me, one small step at a time. He dropped to his knees beside me, grabbing the hem of my jacket. "Mom, I'm sorry..."

Even her grandfather, though overwhelmed by emotion, smiled through tears, proud of Selene’s strength and courage. The first few weeks at home were both magical and exhausting. Selene navigated sleepless nights, endless feedings, and the constant responsibility of ensuring her son’s well-being. But amid the fatigue, there were moments of pure wonder: watching him grasp her finger, listening to his soft coos, and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he slept. Each small action reinforced the profound responsibility and joy of motherhood.

Justin’s POV “Mom!” I warned with a glare as I tried to caution her. She continued glaring at Ayva whom I’d now pulled to stand behind me, shielding her from any other impending attack from my mom. “Oh my, oh God! What is happening? My son has- oh lord! I no longer recognize the man I birthed.” She staggered, but Emily held her before she could fall. “Where is he? What happened to my son?” She cried out dramatically, attracting unnecessary attention from passersby.

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.