Submissive Mom Novels & Stories

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.

Beaming, Mom nodded again and again. But the second they left, her expression darkened. "Natalie Jones! Your grades don't measure up to hers, and your manners are no better! You see someone, and you can't even say hello?" "I didn't know who she was. You never introduced her to me…" I explained quietly. "Now you're talking back to me?" Her shrill voice made my ears ring. "I carried you for nine months and gave birth to you just for this?" I didn't know what else to say, so I just stared off into the distance.

He adjusted her disheveled dress with a demeaning slowness. "Now, go back downstairs," Xavier whispered coldly, appearing completely unshaken after what they had done. "Go to your husband. Let him smell my scent on your skin. Remember, Elara... every time he touches you, remember who made you tremble tonight. And this was just the warm-up, Mommy. The nights to come will be very long for us." Elara climbed down from the desk, her legs still shaking. She smoothed her hair, trying to gather the fragments of a dignity that had been shattered into dust.

I used to huff in annoyance whenever she’d start but now, now, I’d give anything to have her back with me. My family was a very simple one, my father didn’t have any important role in the pack, yes, he was an alpha but one without a rank. My mother on the other hand was also an alpha, a mid wife but an alpha. She was strong, fierce and stood for what she believed was right. We were a normal family at least until the pack alpha came knocking on our door, asking my parents to allow me train. I was ecstatic, being a warrior in a pack wasn’t a common thing, but we needed all the help we could get and so I was allowed to train for the pack. I started to stay at the pack house more than my home bu

The comments section was flooded with outrage. "Holy shit! Is this woman even human? She actually made her daughter sell blood?" "KPI-style parenting? That's murder by gaslighting!" "My heart breaks for Sabrina. Having a mom like that is like being cursed for eight lifetimes!" Overnight, Mom went from a long-suffering single mother to the KPI villain mother, cursed by everyone across the internet. The blade she'd used to strike at me had plunged deep into her own heart instead.

expression, she sternly walked over to the dining table and climbed onto a chair without greeting Michelle Xia or Alex Ye. Lizzy was somewhat upset because when she woke up, her mother wasn't beside her. They had promised to sleep together the previous night, but her mother had moved to the couch in the middle of the night. This deeply bothered Lizzy. Her mom didn't keep her word. "She deceives kids. She's a bad mom!" Lizzy thought. To make sure her mom realized her mistake and to ensure she stays beside her every night, Lizzy decided she would show her displeasure throughout the day. Otherwise, she feared her mom would always act this way.

Mom lay on the bed, her eyes vacant. When she saw me, her lips trembled. "Arnold? Where's Arnold?" "Gone," I said coldly. "He ran off with his girlfriend, taking every cent from the sale of that apartment you bought him." "No! That's impossible! He's the most devoted son—" "Devoted? Mom, have you forgotten your own parenting philosophy? Quid pro quo." I packed her belongings, speaking unhurriedly. "You spoiled him endlessly since he was a child and gave him everything for free. You taught him that everything was his birthright.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

When I practice standing at attention during the freshman orientation program, my mom, Jasmine Miller, decides to lock me up in a car with fully sealed windows just because I'm the first one who wipes sweat off her brow. "You were never able to stand properly ever since you were a kid! How dare you embarrass me in front of everyone with that slump of yours! In that case, you might as well reflect on yourself in the car!" The temperature in the car soon rose to 140 degrees Fahrenheit. I could only grip my throat, which is closing up rapidly, as I bang on the car window and plead to Mom to let me out. But she merely glances at the temperature shown on the monitor inside the car before locki

*Moment 2: Adia and Priya’s Mom* In the kitchen. Washing dishes. Priya’s mom: “You look tired.” Adia: “I am.” Priya’s mom: “You look happy too.” Adia: “I am.” They clinked wet plates. *Moment 3: Kael and Ben* Ben: “How’s the Fund?” Kael: “Broke.” Ben: “How’s your heart?” Kael: “Full.” Ben nodded. “That’s the metric.” *Moment 4: Lila and Ms. Carter*