Son Impregnates Mother Stories Novels & Stories

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?

“Because what you’re asking for isn’t just risky and complicated. It is a line that cannot be uncrossed once crossed. I am married to your mother, and in the eyes of every person in our lives, I am your father. What you want is not simply forbidden. It is a destruction that you could end up regretting. “I know what it is,” she said unhesitatingly. “Do you?” “You call it destruction,” she said slowly. “But I call it inevitable because it was meant to happen either way.” “This is not you being wise, this is you being impulsive, and that’s obsession.” The silence that followed was a different kind of silence. “What if I wasn’t drunk that night? What if you had actually fucked me that night, wou

"I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?" Her eyes overflowed with tears. However, when she reached me, she grasped nothing but empty air. I sighed softly. Ignoring her desperate cries, I turned and walked away. A faint breeze drifted across the bedside. My notebook fell to the floor. It was the only thing she had kept of mine. Inside, she had written countless confessions. [I will never show favoritism again. My good son… Will you still be my child in the next life? I promise I'll be a good mother.]

This record will threaten her more than anything else ever could. I found a blank space. My pen trembles. LADY SARAPHINA. THEFT. FRAUD. MANIPULATION OF PACK RESOURCES THROUGH FALSE MATERNAL CLAIM. Each word burns. I closed the book. My heart slams against my ribs. Then I pick it up and go straight to the pack garden, where my mother always relaxes. She’s there. “Look, Mum,” I say, holding the book up, her name dark and clear on the page.

Or Winona staying by Mom's bedside when she fell ill, singing a tender lullaby. "Why? Why did everything turn out like this?" Mom mumbled to herself. I could almost feel Mom's heart breaking as officers escorted Winona from the interrogation room. No regret shone in Winona's eyes—only cold indifference. Suddenly, Winona stopped and leaned close to Mom. In a voice so low only the two could hear, she taunted, "My dear mother, why do you think Dad was robbed that night?" That question struck Mom like a lightning bolt, leaving her stunned. Suspicion and terror flickered in her eyes.

Everything that happened at the kindergarten parent-child day was filmed by reporters who happened to be visiting the school that day. My mom used to be a wealthy socialite and the daughter of the Sullivan family. Overnight, the media portrayed her as a woman who abandoned her husband and child and cheated during her marriage. The Sullivan Corp’s stock price took a hit. I heard that my grandfather even published a statement in the newspaper. He said that my mom had only been an adopted daughter he took in out of kindness years ago, and that he had already cut ties with her.

I'd come to prevent one. "The Mother is real," I told them, watching their faces carefully. "And she's gathering an army to open the gate to The First Ones." A heavy silence fell over the room. Even Reina stopped staring at me. "Those are just stories," Alpha Damon said, but I could hear the doubt in his voice. "I wish they were." I pulled a worn leather journal from my bag and put it on the table. "This belonged to my grandma. She fought The Mother sixty years ago and barely survived."

Now Stormfang’s own Beta lay poisoned. “She’s human,” an older man muttered near the stairwell. “Maybe the bond was never blessed.” “You saw what she did during the raid.” “I saw her save children. I also saw wolves die because enemies wanted her.” Fear did not require logic. It only needed enough frightened mouths repeating the same possibility. I slipped into the abandoned storage chamber and pulled the door almost closed. Two women stopped in the corridor outside, their voices low. One of them was crying. “My mother told me stories about rejected bonds,” she whispered. “About what happens when the goddess binds what should never have been joined.”

Lynn's voice rang out loud and clear in the admissions office. Everyone was shocked, and Arnold and Elaine's faces immediately paled. "What? An illegitimate daughter?" "Oh my God. He used his biological daughter's guaranteed spot to send his illegitimate daughter to school? That man is despicable!" "He even lied and said that she's mentally ill. What a vicious man!" The parents who had just been pointing fingers at me earlier were now looking at me with sympathy. Meanwhile, their gazes toward Arnold and Elaine were filled with unadulterated contempt and anger.

Mom was so frantic that she did not even care that she was only halfway done getting her hair permed. I buried myself in my books. After all, what did this have to do with me? Eventually, Annie was found, but she was a mess and her grades dropped drastically. Meanwhile, I thrived, staying on top. Mom still looked down on me. Even though I was doing well, she just muttered, "What's the point of being a bookworm?" And Annie went down a different path to defy her family. She wore makeup, smoked, and turned into a rebellious girl.