Son Holding His Mom Head No Blur Novels & Stories

We barely even got the chance to do anything. “Mom…”“Just enter the car,” she said, like she didn’t need negotiation, and stepped inside. I looked at Noah, my eyes already teary. He nodded at me, his lips silently forming it’s fine. Riley and Mark watched with pitiful expressions. I hugged Noah tightly, breaths coming out unevenly. It wouldn’t be the last time, but pulling away from him right now was doing too much to me. “Zara!” Mom barked, clearly unable to stand us hugging.

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 stroked his hair. Damian made himself smile. He was about to say something when he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The blood choked him. He couldn't stop coughing. More and more came. It was on his chest. It was on my hands. It was everywhere. He went limp in my arms. He was so small. "Mommy isn't like that. For me. Mommy worked so hard." "If I die, maybe Mommy can be happy. It was all my fault."

he declared, his voice devoid of emotion, dismissing me without so much as a glance. Caught between the choice of departing or remaining by his side, I hesitated, unsure of what course of action to take. "Dad," I called out, hoping to elicit a response. He turned to face me, his eyes meeting mine briefly before I continued, my voice laced with concern, "Will Mom be okay?" I implored, seeking solace from him. With a gentle yet firm grip, he placed his hands on my shoulders, drawing me closer. "Yes, Aria, your mom will be okay. I promise," he assured me, his words offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of our turmoil.

After I started college, Mom said she'd send me money in installments. "Lucia, you're an adult now. I want you to learn how to manage money, so I'll give you your living expenses in installments." I figured she meant monthly. Maybe weekly, worst case. Then move-in day came. Mom walked around the cafeteria, checked the prices, and sent $8 to my payment app. I stared at my phone. "Mom, did you send the wrong amount?" She smiled. "Silly girl. That's your lunch money for today. I checked already. Just get the cheapest grab-and-go meal. "From now on, ask me for money before each meal." I froze. So by installments, she didn't mean monthly. Or weekly. She meant one meal at a time. By da

They swivelled their heads to the right to see a figure draped in a full grey night suit that consisted of a T-shirt and a pair of trousers. Elizabeth closed her eyes for a second out of relief on seeing him. There was their son, Max, standing, holding his phone in one hand. He was startled to see how his mother was clenched by his father. He took a couple of swift footsteps to reach them as he said, his face plastered with surprise, "Dad?!" He passed a glance to his parents and said, startled, "Dad, what are you doing?" He brought his hands forward and forcibly released his mother from his dad's merciless grasp. Holding his mother behind him, he said, his eyes narrowed, "How can you do this

She was dressed in a black leather jacket and pants that displayed her figure and had a helmet in her hand. "Mom?" With a mouth full of salad, Lily sprang off her seat and raced into the waiting arms of beautiful Mother. Sonia chuckled as she embraced her and kissed her blonde hair. "Hey, Baby. I bet you weren't expecting me" My eyes dart back in the direction of Mr. Pompous and his forehead appeared creased but the moment he noticed I was staring, he relieved his countenance. Was he not happy with Sonia or something? Mr. Pompous resumed digging into his food.

I shot straight to her face. Mom's face flushed red with rage. She raised her right hand high in the air, her palm wide open. Ah, another slap? I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the blow. "Stop your filthy hands, Mrs. Quinn." A cold, deep, and authoritative baritone voice cut through the night air from the open bedroom door. I opened my eyes. “Jonah?” How could he be here? “How could you—” Mom stammered. Jonah reached for her arm, grabbing it with a powerful tug that instantly knocked the middle-aged woman off balance and onto the floor.

“Mommy” Sara felt emotional at the sight of her son and tried to spread her arms, only to realize that her left hand was fractured. Seeing this, Yohan sat beside Sara on the bed with Noah. Sara lovingly kissed the boy's cheeks and tenderly caressed his face with her right hand. Yohan observed the mother and son with a heavy heart, his warm breath falling on Sara's pale face. She lowered her head and continued caressing her son's cheeks. "Darling, it's time to go back. I'll be home soon," Sara said in a hushed tone.

Jason just swallowed and nodded his head, his breathing coming somewhat slow and heavy. The mother grinned and stood up bouncing so that her tits jiggled and clapped her hands. She knew what she was doing as she watched her son drink in the sight of her and she loved every second of it. "Okay sweetie!" she said happily as she turned around and looked over her shoulder again. "Help mommy get out of this and then we can go home."