Romans & histoires Story Of Mother And Son

“My heart breaks for this mom. She worked so hard raising her son, only to be beaten like a criminal!” … Jeremy's company suffered severe consequences. Stock prices plummeted, and his so-called "brothers" in business distanced themselves, pulling their investments and cutting ties to avoid being dragged down by the scandal. I knew the company still belonged to my father, which meant I was damaging my own interests, but I didn't care in the slightest. Watching Jeremy lose everything was the ultimate punishment. As for the parents and bystanders who helped Shannon beat me? They scrambled to record apology videos. They claimed Shannon had tricked them, insisting they only believed she was Dan’s

But who would have guessed that he'd go to such lengths and even instructed his colleagues to refuse treatment for our son? In my despair, I heard my mom's shrill scream. "Solange, come quickly! Oscar… H-He's not breathing!"

he said, tone dropping into a quiet warning. Luca didn’t listen. He was too angry to even look at his father. What in the world… I gasped when he grabbed my hand, fingers tightening painfully around my wrist, and dragged me toward the door. “Come on, Babe. We’re done here.” I stumbled, forced to follow him, my skin stinging beneath his grip. The air still crackled with electricity by the hostility between father and son crackled. I’d known they were strained. But this—this venom, this volatility— this was something else entirely. Their dysfunction was larger than anything I had ever witnessed.

"I'll do it, Mom!" The mother froze. She turned her head in disbelief and saw her son, his eyes red. Her hand trembled as she reached out. "You…" Through tears, the son said, "Mom, I'm better now!" As he spoke, he handed the hot dog to Dominic, then pulled his mother into his arms. In the next instant, mother and son clung to each other, sobbing without restraint. The son kept his gaze fixed on Dominic, as if he wanted to carve Dominic's face into his memory.

“But he's in Oklahoma, with his sick mother and he's also struggling financially” “Sick mother? How critical is her condition?” Sonia asked. Rose paused to think of another lie. “Answer me, please. Let’s get the hell out of here, Rose,” Sonia pressed. “His mother was diagnosed with leukemia,” Rose said. “But, did you inform him about all this?” Sonia asked. “Yes,” Rose lied. “And what was his response?” “He said I should get to a hospital and be safe,” “Damn, men nowadays and their lack of emotions,” Sonia muttered.

Roman I’m not sure I’m going to be able to pry my mother’s arms away from Samara. As soon as we walk into my office, she pulls my mate onto a couch beside her, hugging her tightly again. My father stares at them then turns to me with a look that is equal parts relief and grief. “Have a seat, Dad. This story isn’t a good one.” My father and I pull up chairs, creating a small circle. I know the story is hard for Samara, so before I ask her to start, I tell my mom she has to let her go and I pull her into my lap.

Faith wasn't sure how to traverse this new relationship, and so she got online to look up information about incestuous mother-son relationships. She often read erotic stories online and masturbated to some of them, they were usually romantic and passionate. Faith decided to enter a search for mother-son incest on her favorite story site. She was aghast at all the stories that pulled up from her search. There were at least several dozen stories on screen and there were more pages to access too. She only had a few hours before her beloved Chris would be home. She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son.

He glared at me with intense disgust, his young face a mirror of his father's when angry: "I knew you never loved me! Why are you breaking the mate bond with Dad? I never agreed to this! Have you been wanting to abandon us all along?" Spittle flew from his mouth as he shouted. I calmly pushed him away, my hands firm on his shoulders: "I'm not your mother anymore. Breaking the mate bond doesn't require your permission." My son froze momentarily, his eyes widening at my cold words. After all, the last time he saw me, I was still that pitiful mother desperately trying to win his affection, begging for scraps of love from my own child.

The bedtime stories, the full moon runs through the forest, the way Dad would throw me into the air and catch me while Mom pretended to scold him for being reckless. Because of one sentence from Dad, Mom died, and our home was gone. My childhood shattered in an instant. It was Ethan who had painstakingly helped me piece myself back together. It was Ethan who helped me feel warmth again, who rekindled my longing for family when I thought that part of me had died with Mom. "You took everything from me." My hands clenched into fists at my sides. "Now, at this crucial moment when I was about to become his mate and rebuild my connection with family, with pack... you've destroyed everything again.

He was a man in his prime, possessive and powerful, and I was starving for a touch that wasn't polite or familial. Ever since I broke up with my ex. I have been so sex deprived and in need of someone who could quench my hunger.The guilt of betraying my mother flickered in my mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer, visceral need that had plagued me since my breakup. I stood up, intending to clean myself, when a sound pierced the silence. A groan. Deep, guttural, and unmistakably masculine. My room shared a wall with my parents' suite. Maybe the sound was coming from there but my mother was gone for the weekend, having headed to her best friend's house for a sleepover, and my stepbr