Son Impregnates Mother Stories Novels & Stories

“Keep them coming.” The first one scorched. The second numbed. By the third, the fire in my chest loosened into something resembling release. I stared at the empty glass and thought of my mother, sitting at our kitchen table with her wedding ring still on after my father left her for another woman. She used to whisper to me, Never trust too much. People always show their teeth eventually. I should have listened. But love, love makes fools out of even doctors who spend their lives diagnosing problems. I couldn’t diagnose my own heartbreak until it was terminal.

My own mother—his stepmother—was on the line while her son fucked me senseless. Cain’s voice stayed perfectly normal as he spoke to her, but his next thrust was vicious, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back. “Sophia’s doing fine with her thesis,” he said smoothly. “She’s working very… hard… right now.” His fingers found my clit again, rubbing fast. I was going to come again. With my mother listening. Will I be able to stay silent while Cain forces another orgasm out of me during the call with Mom? Or will this twisted game finally expose our forbidden secret and destroy everything?

Of a man who stumbled, failed, and chose to fight his way back—not for power, but for love. She thought about Aaron then. His arms wrapped around Victor. His eyes when he cried in the foyer. The way he looked when he held their son for the first time. She closed her eyes and let the memory settle gently over her heart. And it is the story of a mother who vowed that her son would never grow up in a house ruled by fear, silence, or legacy. Only love. Marie closed the journal gently. The words weren’t many. But they were hers. It wasn’t the end of the book. Not yet. But it was the first page.

“In fact, strange enough, the sinful me does not want to use her for my own pleasure. She has this ability to make me feel…comforting.” With that, my mother stops dead in her tracks; that worry that was there has now grown even more. She starts to mumble at herself in the ancient language over and over. Then she comes to a dead stop in front of me, “Damien, there is another story that was told for many and many years, one just like this amongst some of the oldest Demons. It is said…”

We both talk about it and decide that the next thing that we should do is find out who exactly their parents are “ we have to know who their parents are? ”Sona says sounding so furious but at the same time determined . Her plan has always been to take revenge for all that happened to her parents and the whole snake kingdom. ** Hello, how is the story so far? What so you think Sona and Norah have in stock to make that they over come every thing. Write your ideas about the story in the review section. My books include. -My roommate wants a piece of me. -Ugly and Insecure. -The rejected nagin. Thank so much.

Hunter frowned. “What? I never— “You can’t lie to me son, I am your mother.” Mrs. Hunter smiled, and she cup his cheeks. “...marry her, Ford. It is a lot easier for us if you marry her and you will have the sole right over her kids too. Then, we can rest assured that our hands are very close to getting that damn contract from the Browns family.” She whispered to his face, staring directly into his eyes. “Shit. This is fucked up.” Ford muttered in his head.

" They cannot pretend they did not understand." Sophia looks at my hands. "That is the drawing," she says. "The story of the grip. Where it comes from. What it means." She pauses. "Your mother teaching you at a kitchen table in South Chicago. The grip is passing from her hands to yours." She pauses. "CB and your mother are teaching in the same series. Both of them passing something specific into the hands of the people they loved." I look at the water. Both mothers. Both teach. Both are present in the hands of the people who are still here. "Yes," I say. "Put it in the series."

Dad said. "What medicine?" Mom snapped. "She has tests tomorrow. Medicine could mess up her results—she just has to get through it!" "Look at her! She's burning up! Jenna is your own daughter!" Dad snapped. There was a brief pause, then Mom's voice cut through the silence. "Yes, I gave birth to her, but did I really want this? What matters more—your daughter or the rapist's? You decide for yourself." The corridor was deathly silent. I turned to the small blueberry cake on my pillow. The berries on the cream had lost their freshness.

But the bet somehow solved a problem. Ruin Lena’s perfect little family before it could sink its claws into mine. Seduce her precious daughter, shatter her, expose it all. Prove to my father that these women were exactly what I knew them to be......liars, cheats, opportunists. Just like my mother, spreading her legs for another man while pretending to love us, producing a bastard child on the side and expecting me to swallow the betrayal with a smile.

"No… No, she'll definitely come back!" After leaving the Sharp Teeth pack, I arrived at the Black Rose pack, which was several times larger. My father, Samson Smith, brought a large entourage to the docks to greet me. "My daughter, you've finally come home!" he said emotionally, his lips trembling. Even after a very long time, he didn't dare take a step forward. He was afraid that what he saw was only an illusion. My mother was weeping uncontrollably. She touched my arm and looked me over from head to toe. She said, "My sweet girl, you must've suffered so much! From today onward, we won't let anyone bully you ever again!"