Your Mom Gay Novels & Stories

“I hate that you are finding out this way but-“ I inhaled deeply, shutting my eyes tightly and rubbing my hands on my knees. I was nervous to talk about this because of my mom. She is gay mow and she has always wanted me to be gay too but I love men. I was not attracted to women in any form. “But what? Talk to me Olly.” “I want to have sex, mom. I want to experience my first time in a camp. I am legally ready to fuck.” My mom looked up at my face and I saw the strains of tears welling up in her eyes. “You want to have sex with a guy?”

he laughs, and Uncle Kade and Mom look at me, then dad. "Don't call him that" Mom's shoulders square, and dad just shakes his head. "That's his kind, Kylee. If you weren't so damn busy drinking wine all the fucking time you would've known what was wrong with him, too" "There's nothing wrong with him," mom snaps. "He's fucking gay, Kylee. He likes men" dad shakes his head. "You're not taking my kids. Not even the faggot"

“Your dad and I got married, and he’s a mafia boss. We have a son, and it was you. Did his enemy get a chance to lay a finger on me or you?” Zero shook his head. “That’s not the point. She’s too young and unsure—” “How could you be so sure? And age doesn’t matter, you idiot!” her mom exclaimed as she rushed towards him, but he moved away. “Come here, you idiot, and I will pinch your cheeks until you screamed—” “I’m not a gay—” “You are! Because you’re letting the woman you love suffer because of your cowardliness, Zero Cohen!” Zero sighed and walked away when his mom threw her sandal, and it hit his head, making him groan and shoot a glare at her.

I looked at her dead in the eyes, checking to see if she's joking or not. Holy shit, mum thinks I'm gay. Though that's understandable. Given I don't have that much female friends. I tried so hard to contain my laugher as I listened to her little monologue. "You know you can tell me anything right?" She reached for my hand. "Anything at all... Your father and I would always love and accept you no matter what your sexual orientation is." she assured. I'm touched by her kind words.

“Really mom? Why do you keep doing things against my will? I told you, “I don't like females working close to me but you can employ them in other departments.” “Son, don't tell me the rumors about you are true?” “What rumors mom?” He inquired. “Rumours about you being gay.” “Mother you know me so well to believe such, I am no gay.” “Then prove the rumor wrong by getting a lady in your life or at least flirt with girls like the others, such rumors are understandable, you are thirty for heaven's sake.” His mother ended the call angrily. “Who could be spreading such a rumor about me? I don't need a girl in my life and I don't want ladies around me, is that too much to ask from my mom?” he said

KURT'S POV:- After hearing her response, I tried to come up with a response but I was speechless. She was right. Her mom told me proudly that her son was gay. Then why would she try to push her daughter to have a straight relationship. If she was really a supportive mother like she had told me, she would never push her daughter to have something she did not want. I looked into her eyes and I literally saw pain in her eyes. She was hurt because of my words.

Mom looked at me with nothing but disappointment in her eyes. I remembered how she used to stand up for him fiercely in public whenever relatives made cruel remarks about him. At charity galas, the mere hint of an insult, labeling him a country bumpkin, was enough to make her spend exorbitant amounts of money just to stand by him and put an end to the ridicule. No matter how busy she was, she always came home on time because she never wanted him to wait an extra minute. I stared at her, unable to look away. When did Mom become this stranger?

"Actually, my mom wasn’t like most mothers. She was ambitious—ruthlessly so. Her career and position meant everything to her. She was willing to do anything to protect them." "Anything?" the officer repeated, his brows furrowing. I nodded. "Anything means anything." His eyes searched mine, as if trying to gauge how much weight my words held. "If you truly want to understand my mother, you should investigate her," I added, my voice steady. "We will, Miss," he assured me. "But let’s go back to you and your mother—what was your relationship like?" I hesitated for a moment, then exhaled slowly. "My relationship with my mom?" I scoffed, a bitter smile playing on my lips. "It wasn’t like what you

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

He stated again. “So when do we move into it?” his mother demanded without thought he might want to live in his own house by himself. He was internally laughing at the idea that she still saw him as a five-year-old. “Mom, it is my house.” Milo said, “Mine and my partner’s house.” “Your what?” she yelled again into the phone. “My partner.” He said as he looked at Paige. “I knew it. You’re gay.” She said with such disapproval. It sounded like his mother was on the verge of hysterics. There was nothing he could do to stop it if that happened except wait it out.