Son Forces Himself On Mom Novels & Stories

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

Mom replied and softly caressed my hair while keeping me in her embrace. “As much as I would hate to break this new found ‘Mother - Daughter’ moment but I am kind of jealous of you, Mom,” Ryder spoke making me peek at Mom’s expression. “I wanna hug my mate instead,” he whined. She playfully glared at her son while everyone else laughed. “I guess I will have to ask San’s father to swap our children. I am willing to offer my 3 sons for this angel here,” Mom said and a united whiny “MOMMMM” echoed back making me giggle.

Mom’s grip on my hand has turned vicious, but I let her hold me; an anchor amidst all this chaos. Luke turns the gun on Lucien. Just as I held my breath, Mom stands up, swaying slightly on shaky feet. I try to get up too, but I’ve lost sensation and control of my legs. And the pounding in my head makes everything harder to focus on; everything hurt. “My pack, my responsibility. That trigger is mine to pull.” Mom announces, taking a few more hesitant steps forward. “I should do it.” She says again; too loudly. It sounds as if she’s trying to convince herself of that.

I grabbed Hanson by the collar and swung a fist at him. “You were the one who messed with my mom’s heart, weren’t you? She only had one last wish, but you still wanted to ruin it, was it?” Hanson did not fight back. He let the momentum lay him out on the floor and cried out pitifully, “Elena, save me!” I ignored his howling. I was enraged as I punched him again and again. “Stop! Stop it! Don’t hit my son!” Hanson’s pale-faced mother fell out of bed to pull me away. She was so strong that it was hardly possible she needed a heart transplant.

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

I had firmly resolved not to help him again, but when I saw him lying pale on the cold hospital bed, my heart still softened. He was my flesh and blood and the son I had raised and protected with Celia, after all. But every time I softened, his malice escalated. This time, after he had thrown himself off a four-story building right before my eyes, I had sworn never to soften or give in to him again. Murmurs from the crowd grew louder. The onlookers had eyes full of shock, and several middle-aged women even covered their mouths in sheer pain. "Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's

Mom replies with every intention of making dad angry. "Ekatherina!" "You know I'm joking, but even so, you're dangerous; don't forget that." "We're back." I inform them, clearing my throat when I see dad seems about to devour mom on the couch. They both jump and, when they realize I'm here with my bonbon, mom blushes a little. "I thought you'd arrive a little later, my love." Mom says, standing up with dad's help. "Yelizaveta Belucci! What is the meaning of this?" Dad roars, his face turning a nice shade of maroon.

“You’re definitely with your mom. I’m the one who wants to join your family. Would you agree, Sonny?” Sonny looked at Duncan without uttering a word. Duncan asked patiently, “Sonny, do you like me?” “I like you, but I already have a father.” Duncan responded, “But your dad and mom are divorced.” “Mom said that Dad is still my dad even after she divorced him.” Duncan was speechless. “Mom. Mom is here.” While being carried by Duncan, Sonny saw his mother from afar. He immediately said to Duncan joyfully, “Dunc, my mom is here to pick me up. I’ll ask my mom later whether she agrees for you to join our family. I’ll agree if she does.”

She looked and sounded just like my sister. Mom was trembling uncontrollably, as she clutched Captain Carter’s hand, her voice pleading. "Please, Captain Carter, you have to help us find the murderer." Captain Carter glanced at her, his face hard. "Had Scott stayed with you, maybe this wouldn't have happened." Mom’s despair deepened. In a moment of anguish, she slapped herself across the face. "I’m not human... I sent my own son to prison." Her words shocked everyone in the room. Dad quickly rushed to her side, covering her mouth with his hand. He then turned to Captain Carter and said, "I’ll help you with the search,” before following him out.

Sour Face wasn't surprised as well, he looked indifferent the whole time even though his parents were kissing and sucking each other's lips just a few centimeters above him. Sonnia was brimming with confidence after Kyle's encouragement. Cupping her son's face in her hands, she urged, "Hurry up and cheer your Mommy on, Ryan!" Sour Face knocked her hands off indifferently. Sonnia cupped his face in her hands again, to which Sour Face responded by knocking off her hands yet again. After this was repeated three to four times, Sour Face finally lost his patience. He reluctantly said to her, "Good luck." Bursting with joy, Sonnia gave the disgusted looking Sour Face a great big smacker before get