Real Mom Son First Time Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ Yes mommy “. “ Ok now let's freshen up and head down for breakfast “. She nods her head and head to her bathroom while I choose her outfit for school. After dressing Emma we went to wake the older ones first. We stopped by Damien's room, I was about to knock when the door of his room opened. “ Good morning mum”. He greeted and kissed my forehead. I can never get used to the idea that my own son is taller than I am. “ Hey munchkin.” He picked Emma up, placing her on his shoulders.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

My throat locked, shame tightening its claws. “He touched me, Mom. He… he took everything. My first time. I didn’t even know it was him." I honestly told her everything— the way he looked at me in the morning, like I was filth. Her body stiffened, heart melted into grief under my cheek. She stroked my tangled hair, kissed my temple, and whispered, “You’re not broken. You hear me? You’re not broken. You’re my daughter. We’ll get through this.”

I was sucking his blood with my hands restrained, and he was fucking me so hard that my orgasm just came without warning, and so did his. A loud guttural growl ripped from his throat as he controlled his pace while I pulled my fangs from his skin and sank my head into his neck. I was sure his blood was all over my face, but the intensity of my release made every limb and joint in my body so weak that I wanted to be held. He let go of my arms and cupped the nape of my neck as he kissed the side of my head. “I love you, Mommy.” This was the first time he addressed me that without David’s presence, and it made my heart swell. This was real. We would be officially a family in the eyes of everyon

“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..."

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.

I was in bed sleeping like a log of wood after wetting my blue bed sheet with tears, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my son's gentle, slate-blue eyes. He smiled and said,mom, everything will be okay, you still have me, we both have each other. He said, looking like a warrior who survived battle. thank you baby, I said. have you eaten anything yet,he replied like a baby,yeah, I ate some eggs and salad, I asked about Sarah, has she gone back home,he said, yeah she left early this morning.