The Mom From Onward Novels & Stories

“She got back from camping and mingled with her classmates. What do you expect other than for her to have a scent on her? “ Thank the goddess for Lynch. My saviour. Always coming around to save me. But Mom still looked uncertain, and my mother’s intuition was never wrong. All of that combined terrified me more. Mom noticed everything. No matter how little. No matter how small. She’d sniff it out. Literally. Thankfully, she returned to eating. Thanks, goddess. I silently relaxed, but barely. Now, all I needed to do was to survive the rest of dinner while I figured out how to meet Shawn. Because I must meet him tonight. Then someone rushed into the room, and Mom looked up. Clara was looking re

Lucky kid. Mom met my eyes briefly over the heads of the pack of laughing eleven-year-olds, though her gaze dropped just as quickly. Erica Plower, once Mom's second and now the Hayle representative on the Council, hurried forward, taking over as Mom eased away. Good old Erica. No matter how much responsibility she had now, she still looked out for Mom. My mother had run out of steam, I could only guess, and was getting ready to retreat.

Mom immediately cried out, "Yes, honey, cum in my cunt. Breed your mother's pussy!" I moaned louder as I felt my hard cock swell and explode inside her. Mom gave a slight jolt and then cried out in sheer pleasure as her own orgasm hit her. Both of us continued to move against each other as we rode out our orgasms. Mom finally collapsed on my chest exhausted. She turned her head to look at me with a satisfied smile on her face. I trailed my fingers across her forehead and cheeks as I relaxed with her.

Mom nodded and slowly turned to leave. The raindrops passed right through my body. I held out my hands and watched them grow fainter and fainter until they were almost invisible. On an impulse I couldn't explain, I suddenly opened my mouth and called out, "Mom." She wasn't supposed to be able to hear me, but to my surprise, Mom abruptly stopped in her tracks. She turned around. Her expression held a mix of confusion and excitement. "Honey, did you hear that? It sounded like a child calling 'Mom.' It sounded like Zero…"

Not ghosts. The crew nodded as we passed. No questions. No stares. Just quiet respect. I’d told them enough: she was under protection. That was all they needed. But Mom? Mom saw everything. She stood at the end of the hall, arms crossed, lips pressed tight. Her eyes flicked from Kat to me, sharp and knowing. “She’s here,” I said. “I see that,” Mom replied. “She doesn’t know.” Mom’s jaw tightened. “She should.” “She will,” I said. “When she’s ready.”

A soft knock on the door, followed by Mom peeking her head into the room with watery eyes, pops our little bubble. “Hello!” Mom says in a hoarse whisper and tiptoes across the room. When she stands next to me, she gasps. “Oh, my Goddess. She is beautiful!” “Mom, meet your granddaughter, Orli Opal Marshall.” Zara places her hand on top of mine. “Orli, oh sweet baby girl.” Mom holds her fingers over her mouth. “I love her already.” “Do you need to take her now?” I give Mom a frown. “We were just introducing ourselves.”

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

He sank to the floor, unable to move, thrashed a few times, and then went still. He lay there like a dead fish. Watching it happen, my mother finally broke into laughter, her whole body trembling with the wild, feverish thrill of vengeance finally taken. The guard beside her, snapping back to his senses, lunged forward to grab her. But my mother was faster. She spun around and threw herself out the window. They were seventeen floors up. A fall from that height would have shattered anyone into nothing, but my mother didn't hesitate for a second. She'd already made peace with dying before she ever walked in that day.

Esther went up to her and said coldly, "Are you sure that you're taking care of us, Mom? You were just fulfilling your twisted desire for control by doing this to us!" Emily chimed in and said, "We would never want you as our mom!" Her words sounded incredibly hurtful to Mom, and Mom looked like her soul had been ripped out. She stood there blankly, letting the officers escort her out to the car and then to the police station.

The whole "but we're family" routine didn't work on me, but Mom wasn't one to quit. Soon enough, she switched tactics. This time, she turned her focus to Rodney. One evening, I got a call from an unknown number. "Sabrina, where are you? Mom froze my card. I can't go to my prep course anymore." The moment I heard his voice, I snapped back, "I told you before that your problems have nothing to do with me."