Submissive Mother Novels & Stories

"And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?" Tony tilted his head, pretending to think, before pointing sharply at Samantha. "A homewrecker! Ms. Yates is a homewrecker who's ruining Mommy and Daddy's relationship!" The commotion grew even louder. Samantha broke out in a nervous cold sweat. With that kind of mental fortitude, she wanted to be my son's mother? Pathetic. "Ms. Yates, would you like to explain?" When called out, Samantha flinched like a startled bird. Perhaps to save what was left of her dignity, she clutched her chest and began to cry. Tears streamed down her face in a pitiful display that would tug at anyone's heartstrings.

"So, it's like the movie, we're home alone." I grasped her shoulders and turned her around. She stood passively as I slipped her old robe off her shoulders. My father had unconsciously groomed my mother to be submissive to him, never to question his male dominance. Over the ensuing years, my mother and I would evolve into a D/s relationship. She developed a passion for high-risk, exhibitionist sex. "Not for long. It's close to dinner time. Besides, we tend to get carried away. Do you recall last month when your father nearly caught us fucking in the garage," she said, arching an eyebrow and smirking playfully.

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."

a sad face draws from mother Amy when she said that with a sad tone. She slowly lowered her head. And for a while, when I turned my eyes to mother Isabella, her hands were clasped together. Her head was just slightly bent down also. Seems her position is that she was just listening to us. Suddenly, Candice put her hands on mother Isabella, as she was seated right next to her. This time, it seems the atmosphere changed when we heard Candice says something.

she added. "Hello? where are you dear? It's already late and it's not good to be walking around this late in your condition. The doctor said you need a lot of rest because is good for the unborn child." uttered Dickson worriedly on the other side of the line. "I know dear. Mother just won't let me go, she kept ranting about how I needed to take care of my health for the baby. I just left her but I got caught up in something. I will tell you more when I get home."

Susan's mother said, "Well... was it because I bullied you like them? I... couldn't I make it up to you?" Susan’s mother was willing to kneel and bow if she had to, at this moment. She did not care about anything. She always believed that she was the closest to Sabrina in this kindergarten. "Aino’s mother, you... please don't be angry. If you were not angry with me, even if you asked me to kneel or go to your house and give you a foot massage or a back message, I would do anything. How about it?" At this moment, in the eyes of the other mothers who were there to pick up their children, Susan's mother looked like a spineless, prideless dog, licking at her master’s shoes for a favor. Someone l

Camilla is beautiful, well-mannered, just as she should be, more than worthy of him, and he certainly won’t be ashamed of her. But what can anyone expect from me? I’m impulsive and unpredictable, which greatly frustrates my mother. In her view, I should be like Camilla — diligent, obedient, courteous, and submissive.

She grins into the kiss as my hand glides up and cups her breast through her bra. Kennedy’s perfect. Exactly my type. Small waist, tight ass, perky tits. Pretty much the opposite of me. My Indian and Spanish genes gave me curves for days. But based on the way her hands are currently kneading my ass through my leggings, she’s very much into my body. “Bedroom,” she moans against my skin. “I need you naked and under me.” Gods, I love an assertive Mommy. “Yes, ma’am.” That wicked grin spreads across her face. “I like that. Keep it up.”

she whispered and immediately held her lips again, as if she had said something personal to her lover. " Oh my mother" Andrea said and smiled sheepishly again, not knowing what to do. She had to be in her best behaviors. Papa had told her that a wife needed to be submissive, she needed to be submissive and so she had taken his advice by training her mind to be submissive, and not her real self. Her real self that'd get annoyed if she were to be talked to disrespectfully first by the little grandchild she had encountered.

" She didn't move. Her mother pulled her to sit down. She didn't say a word. She was actually a bit nervous. It was not because that he was her husband. It was because he was Anderson's father