Submissive Mother Novels & Stories

Her stomach turned violently at his sheer entitlement as she stared at him, her jaw locking as she forced herself to swallow the bitter taste rising in her mouth. “I want a woman like my mother,” Matteo continued, completely blind to the absolute ice freezing over Sasha’s eyes as he leaned back, crossing his legs, “Calm, submissive, kind, and entirely devoted to the family structure,” He let out a condescending scoff, “Not like these modern skanks out here today who think they are all that. Always trying to dominate men's fields, and acting like they are our equals. It is quite distasteful.” Sasha tilted her head just slightly, still listening as her fingers tightened faintly against each ot

I have always been fair to my sons, but Tim, the eldest, always complains that I'm never fair to him. It's unfair for him that I stopped him from eating seafood because of his allergies. It's unfair for him when my husband and I refused to take him to the amusement park, when his brother was bleeding profusely after a bad fall. It's unfair for him that we didn't buy the exact same shirt as Joe's because he wasn't the same size. As long as I don't do what he wants, he will keep calling me unfair. Later, he brought home a delinquent, saying she's his fiancee. When I refused to give them my blessing, he took to the internet, complaining that I was a control freak and I had been unfair for

"That woman is your mother-in-law, but look at how badly you've tortured her! She's my daughter and Connor's foster mother! How can you refuse to repent and continue insulting her? You're a horrible woman!" Ruby's face turned pale instantly. Connor had told her once before that he had a foster mother who was only three years older than he was. She always thought it was a kind of kink. That was why when Connor claimed that I was his mother, she refused to believe it and was sure that I was just a slutty vixen. She never expected all of this to be true.

The hut recoiled at his presence, boards shuddering violently. You will not interfere, the Darkness snarled inside him. This debt is not ours. Sipho pushed back — for the first time ever. “They are children,” he said. The Dark paused. Not in mercy. In interest. Inside, the youngest slipped from the eldest’s grasp and stepped onto the softening floor. “I don’t want to stay alone,” she said. “Will Mama be there?” The house answered by opening. The floor split wide. Warm, breathing earth yawned beneath her feet.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup."

I turned to see my mom on the stairs, she was glowing, I hadn’t even noticed her there. “My mouth wasn’t open” I said turning away from her in embarrassment. “How did she even bag such a rich man” I whispered. “Young lady, I can hear you” she said moving towards me, but I moved back. “Mother” I started slowly. “I get it that this life is what you want for yourself, but what I don’t get is why you’re trying to force me into it” I bit my lower lips in frustration. “Zina I know” she started but paused, I waited for her to continue, but she didn’t.

I only felt tired, so exhausted. I knew it was time for me to leave. That night, I appeared in my mom's dream for the first time, just to say goodbye. In the dream, she looked the way she once had: polished, confident, a powerful woman admired by others. She sensed my presence and turned around. Shock filled her face. "Erwin… Is that you? Did you come to see me?" She shouted excitedly and rushed forward, trying to hug me. "I've learned my lesson! I'll never trust that software again! Please forgive me. Come back and live with me, alright? I won't favor anyone anymore. You're my only son. Whatever you want, I'll buy it for you. Okay?"

The chair scraped harshly against the floor. Kyle's face went pale, but my mother smiled with deep satisfaction. That night, Emily and I locked the bedroom door and opened the surveillance feed on our phones. The hidden camera in the guest room had started recording. On screen, my mother and Kyle were sitting on the bed. "You need to take the initiative!" My mother poked Kyle's forehead. "Women are all the same. Once the deed is done, there's no turning back!" Kyle looked hesitant. "Mom… isn't this a little messed up…"

“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.

“Since all you know how to do is to stay dumb, remain dumb, and enjoy being dumb. What is your problem, huh? You only know how to make your mother satisfied, not anyone else. She always does the wrong thing yet you support her. “Watch your tongue. My mother is always right. She’s old and knows life more than you. She knows how to handle situations like this unlike you who are acting all too childish and goofy.” “Yes, I agree. I’m goofy but you want to know what you are? You are a big pushover. I wonder what I see in you in the first place. You disgust me,” bumping her shoulder on his, she made her way to the stairs while the mother and son duo stared at her in shock. Since when did she learn