Son Impregnates Mother Stories Novels & Stories

Yvonne noticed the disgust my mother had for me, and a small smile curled her lips. She raised her head and asked in feigned innocence, "What would you do if I was kidnapped, Mom?" My mother put down what she was holding and quickly approached Yvonne. Then, she enunciated solemnly, "I will not let that happen to you. If it does, I will make a portrait of the kidnapper the first chance I get and save you, trust me."

His face was practically curdling with disgust. Right on cue, Mona swooped in, all graceful, like she was rehearsing for a soap opera. She laid this delicate, supportive hand on his shoulder, pretending to look sympathetic. "She is your biological mother, after all," she sighed. "Maybe I should be the one to leave. I'm just the outsider here." "Don't say that!" Henry interrupted, way too fast. "You're the one who's been a real mother to me. This woman? She's the one who forced her way between you and my father. She's the real home-wrecker."

He wished he could have married Sona earlier but it was Sona's wish to wait until they found Eyshana and Sagar. Sona on the other hand was in total shock. She didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even eat unless she was forced too. Mary, a lady who was in the cells with her became a mother figure to Sona. She would take care of Sona during her pregnancy until the day her child was taken away from her. That's when Sona lost it. 9 months, 9 months she felt her child in her womb. She at first hated her child because it was a result of rape but then slowly started to grow to love her child and the day she gave birth was the day Sona changed.

He touched my tummy and then stared at my face. "So bad we lost this little dude." Oh, I get it now. The doctor had already broken the news to him. Indeed Joanna said it, he looked devastated. "We did? Oh my god." I said and placed my hand on my Tommy. Tears welled up In my eyes, I cried like my life depended on it. Joanna smiled from behind but I didn't ignore her and continued with my tears. "Serena did this, she's the reason I lost my son. Honey, she's the reason we lost our heir." I said as tears kept rolling down my cheek.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning cutting across the room through the high window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sound of heavy rain could be heard hitting the metal roofing. It was now dark and I was in darkness. No lighting. I felt terribly hurt and abused. At this moment , I missed my parents so much. My mind flashed back to the many times my mother had shown that kind of love only a mother is capable of. I remember when mum had grabbed fearlessly the head of a snake and thrown it off me on one occasion we went out camping by the seaside . I had been fast asleep when the snake climbed onto the bed. Luckily mummy was just stepping in after sitting outside for some time to enj

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

Frank finally looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at the tension between my mother and me. Pamela, undeterred, leaned forward. "Fine, not Chloe. But what about that older woman? The one you mentioned seeing a few months ago?" I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I set it down deliberately, meeting my mother's gaze. "I don't have any woman in my life, Mom. And honestly, I'd prefer if you respected my decisions." Pamela sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I just want what's best for you."

"We were always meant to be mated. You know that. I know that. The pack knows that." Mother moved forward, excitement sparking in her eyes. "She's right. A mating between you two would create a power base. Those loyal to us would rally around you as a pair." "Against a hybrid who fulfills prophecy?" I couldn't keep the skepticism from my voice, though some part of me was already considering the possibility. "Prophecies can be reinterpreted," Mother said thoughtfully. "Or new ones discovered." Sara nodded eagerly. "Exactly. We create our own narrative. Our own claim to power."

The magic of storytelling had woven a tapestry of love and connection between mother and son, bridging the gap between reality and dreams, and fostering a bond that would endure beyond the realms of time. In the gentle embrace of the night, Mama Hazel carried with her the precious memory of Theo's peaceful slumber, his dreams filled with the enchanting tales she had shared. And as she disappeared into the darkness of the hallway, the whispers of stories past mingled with those yet to come, creating an eternal symphony of love and imagination that would forever illuminate their shared journey.

“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