Submissive Mom Novels & Stories

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

She even took a knife and slashed at my skin, leaving trails of blood. That bloody scene shocked my dad. The man who had always been absent suddenly exploded. He raised his hand and slapped my mom hard across the face. "You crazy woman! How could you treat my child like this? Do you have any humanity left? That's our son... Your own flesh and blood!" My mom's head snapped to the side from the blow. However, this time, she did not fight back. She did not argue. She just stared blankly ahead. "This…isn't my fault…"

Her being intimidated earlier was now gone, making her realize that his parents were warm, nice, and kind people. "Welcome to the family, hija. We've been looking forward to meeting you since Ira told us about your intimate wedding in Japan." "Thank you, ma'am," Chloe politely denoted. "Call me Mommy from now on," Helena assured her and added, "your mom-in-law wants to have a solid bond with you, sweetheart. I hope you don't mind." Shaking her head, she said, "None at all, M-mommy." "Anyway, congratulations to the new momma! I am excited to see your baby bump swelling gorgeously."

Then she glanced at me, silently asking permission I had no right to give. I looked away. And that was all the permission she needed. She got up and followed her mother. I was left alone, thinking it was over. But Monica lingered near the door before stepping out. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re impressive.” I looked up. “Even knowing you’re temporary,” she continued, “you still try to love my children.” She smiled. A practiced, polite smile—but I could feel the fakeness behind it. “I’m just doing my job,” I said softly.

she whimpered sadly, “that she tossed me away after giving birth to me. When I see the picture of my Mommy, she’s very beautiful—she doesn’t look like a bad person. The director also said that my Mommy is kind. She must’ve had her reasons for leaving me behind.” Grandma Granger felt tears welling in her eyes. This child was so young yet so understanding. Momo pouted as she continued, “I want to look for Mommy, and I want to ask her what have I done wrong for her to leave me—” “No, my child.” Grandma Granger cut her short. “You’re a good kid. Your Mommy must’ve had her reasons to have left.” “Yeah.” Momo nodded heavily, her eyes widened with determination. “You’re right! I believe in Mommy! I

Mom says, as she lets her fingers run down between Mary's legs. I'm stroking my hard cock through my swimsuit, as I watch the action through the door. I was originally going for a swim, but the look of lust on mom's face, makes me want to wait and see what happens. Ever since I gave mom the suggestion about enjoying the taste of pussy, she's practically been addicted to it. It started with my sister, Susan, but I've also caught her with my girlfriend's mom, Maggie. I know the transmitter gave her the courage to act on it, but I'm pretty sure my mom had bisexual tendencies before I gave her any suggestions.

Relatives kept praising her for raising a daughter who studied overseas. Nobody mentioned I was the one paying for it. When I was three months pregnant, Mom stayed at the Brighton estate for a week. Those seven days were a nightmare. One time, Bruce poured me a glass of water, and Mom immediately sneered. "Look at you. You're pregnant, not disabled. Acting like a princess already? You can't even pour your own water?" After meals, I cleaned the dishes while she sat nearby eating snacks. "Wow. Now you know how to work hard? Where was this before?"

“Well then, you’re going to have them with me. Every single day with me as your dominant and you…. As my submissive… “ He told her. She was now trapped with him and now, she is his submissive and him… her dominant. THIS BOOK CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUAL CONTENT AND ABUSE. IF YOU CAN'T STAND ANY MENTION ABOVE, THEN KINDLY PASS.

he added. "Submissive? Mom is very submissive!" I exclaimed, "Oh, you don't know how tough she was in our younger days, that's why I never thought that she would like me as well. She hates me for having different women, but still, she accepted me and I am thankful to the moon goddess for that."

“Didn’t realize your family lived in a magazine spread.” Jason chuckled. “Mom’s a bit... intense about appearances.” I bet. The front door opened before we even made it up the porch steps. And then she was there. Mrs. Rowen. She wasn’t what I expected. Not in the ways that mattered. Tall. Effortlessly poised. A silk robe cinched at her waist, legs bare, one foot propped behind the other like she was posing for an artist. Her hair was swept up in a loose bun, a few strands tumbling like secrets around her face. Her eyes, dark, unreadable, flicked over Jason, then landed on me.