Novel & Cerita Sleeping With Mom Stories

"Do you… sleep with them at the same time?" "Mom!" I gasped, mortified and red-faced. She burst out laughing. "What's with the reaction? It was just a question, unless you’ve indeed done it with them at the same time," she said. "Fine… I have," I huffed. "But not all at once. They took turns." I wasn’t shy talking to my mom about stuff like this. I grew up telling her everything. I didn't have friends; she was my only friend, so I always confided in her about everything.

Domingo defended. “Liar!” Santiago sprang up from the bed and charged toward Domingo. He stood face to face, both of them glaring into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t kill her parents!” Domingo yelled. “Oh right…” Santiago hissed and turned away, walking toward the bed again. “I can remember that stormy night very vividly. You came home drenched with blood trickling down your face and hands. Mother asked if you did a good job and you…” He turned to look at Domingo whose shoulders dropped in regret.

But I didn’t. I just watched. She sniffled, her body shaking as quiet sobs escaped her lips. Eventually, her breathing slowed. She leaned into the pillow and drifted into sleep. I waited a little longer. Then, without a sound, I walked over, bent down, and gently lifted her into my arms. She didn’t stir. I carried her to her bedroom, pulled the covers over her, and tucked her in. Then I left. *** Later That Night The city was quiet, but my mind was loud.

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

Heat crept back into her cheeks. Mira jumped onto the massive bed like an excited child, bouncing once before flopping onto her back and kicking her legs up in the air. “Girl, you hit a jackpot!” she squealed, laughing. “This is insane. Look at this bed! I could sleep here for a week and never want to leave.” Aurelia gave a small, tired smile and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. “Yeah… a jackpot that separates me from my mother.”

They read picture books to her, and Mom's voice was so gentle, the way it hadn't been with me in a long, long time. I listened until I fell asleep, but a while later, I heard Mom shout, "Sabrina! Olivia is asking for you again. Get out here and play with her right now!" I stared silently at my closed bedroom door. "I'm already dead, Mom," I thought. Even if I wanted to help, I couldn't anymore. "If you just open the washing machine door and look inside, you'll realize that I'm already gone." The living room fell silent for a moment before Mom stormed over and shoved my door open.

Not when they threatened everything. Juliette laughed, sharp and mocking, clapping her hands together. "If your mother hasn't truly done anything, why would she be terrified of ghosts? Look at your dearest mother—she looks like she hasn't had a good night's sleep in three years. Stepmother dear, afraid the ghost under your bed will grab your feet at night? Is that why you’re having sleepless night?" She pointed right at my face, her eyes gleaming.

I quickly got out of bed and wanted to continue taking the exam. My legs gave out, and I almost fell. Just then, Mom came into the room with a glass of milk. I quickly said, "Mom, send me to the exam hall. I'm going to take the exam!" Mom let out a sigh. "You've slept for three days and nights. The exam is already over."

So, you'd better be a good dog and fulfill your purpose so that Esther and Emily will never dare to disobey me ever again. She spoke while caressing my wet hair. "Be good and wait for me to come home. I'll bring home some fried chicken for you." I nodded at once when I heard the words "fried chicken". "Okay, Mom. I'll be good. Please hurry back." Mom smiled. Then, she turned off the tap and covered the lid on the giant fish tank again. After that, she walked out of the door and told Esther and Emily that I was tired and going to sleep.

He simply took my hand and said to the women, "Let's go." They fell in behind him without another word. As we walked away, they chatted about what had just happened, laughing over the way they had taught Mom a lesson. Dad couldn't stop laughing, and so couldn't I. Behind us, Mom was still on the ground, sobbing. She was a grown-up. I thought grown-ups didn't cry. I thought about it for a while, but I never looked back.