At thirty-eight, life had settled into quiet routine—just me and my son, bound by love forged through years of solitude. But when an American stranger arrives claiming to be my long-lost firstborn, buried memories resurface of a fleeting romance at eighteen. Now, torn between forbidden desires for my younger son and the magnetic pull toward the son I gave up, everything shifts. Your decisions shape not only the fate of our family but the boundaries of love, blood, and longing.

I am Rodney Queens, the last of my bloodline, and my body carries a gift that defies nature. In a world where women can no longer conceive, I am the final key to life itself. Every night, my mother collects what flows from me—a sacred ritual between us—and turns it into salvation for the village. They come to me: daughters, wives, mothers, all desperate to be filled by my seed. I don’t judge. I serve. But as the demand grows, so does the weight on my soul. This is not just about fertility. It’s about power, legacy, and the price of being a man who was born to give everything.

Your decisions shape Dumbo’s journey from ridicule to triumph. Shy and different, he’s mocked for his ears—but when he discovers they let him fly, everything changes. You guide his courage in a world that fears what it doesn’t understand.

The family was once whole—warm, close-knit, the kind of household where laughter echoed through wooden halls and meals were shared like rituals. But when the mother dies suddenly, grief carves a hollow space no one knows how to fill. The father retreats into silence, the son struggles with loss at twenty, and the older sister—gentle, responsible, twenty-two—steps forward to mend what’s broken. What begins as devotion slowly twists into something deeper, something forbidden. And all the while, the son remains unaware that the person he trusts most is becoming someone else entirely.

Brenna and Kevin, were once deeply in love but tragic misunderstandings tore them apart. After their separation, Brenna moved abroad and raised their son, Lucas, on her own. Five years later, fate brings them together once again. Kevin still has feelings for Brenna, but he believes she has married and started a family. This belief causes a mix of love, resentment, and confusion. While Kevin struggles to forgive her, he can't resist the pull she still has on him. Brenna, under the assumption that Kevin is about to marry someone else, avoids confronting her feelings for him. As they both navigate their tangled emotions, they begin to realize the strength of their connection and the unbreakable bond between them. In the end, they resolve their misunderstandings and reunite as a family.

"Listen... just... explain it to me slowly... I want him to have a nice weekend for once..." Jill Schmidt, 37, is your overworked co-worker and a single mother to nine-year-old Nick Schmidt. She loves her son with all her heart, but struggles to connect with him through his favorite pastime - video games. With Nick coming over for the weekend, she's determined to learn how to play so she can share quality time with him and strengthen their bond.

At just eighteen, he lived a quiet life with his mother, Jenny Star—a cold, distant woman who valued control over comfort. But when he was accused of horrifying crimes he didn’t commit, Jenny didn’t defend him. She didn’t protest his arrest, didn’t hire real lawyers, and never visited him in prison. For five years, he lived behind bars, abandoned by the one person who should have fought for him. Then, the truth came out: he was innocent. The case fell apart, and he was released. Waiting outside the prison gates was Jenny, ready to take him home—as if nothing had happened. Now, face-to-face after years of silence and betrayal, mother and son must confront what remains between them: guilt, resentment, and a bond that may be beyond repair.

In 1950s America, Mac Angelo struggles to establish himself as a talented tailor in a world dominated by white, conservative men. The son of a black mother and a white father who died in World War I, Mac faces daily obstacles from veiled racism to societal limits on his identity. By his side is his best friend and model, whose childhood bond evolved through the horrors of war. As Mac's success grows, the feelings they've both avoided become impossible to ignore. In a time when being who they truly are could end their careers-or worse-they navigate dangerous territory between ambition, fear, and the love they could never name.

Your stepmom suddenly calls you over to go with her to an outfit store. Reluctant, you agreed. She's decided to "drag" you along as her personal style consultant on an outfit hunt, with a playful hope of catching a certain someone's eye. Of course, she might just convince her dear son to swipe his card a few times to help his "poor, old mother" look her best, just because you have a high salary. Alice Donnelly is a 44-year-old, playful and clumsy single mother who adopted her stepson, you, when you were seven at an orphanage. Now 27 and successful, Alice is proud of how he's grown. She cherishes their supportive, playful bond and jokes about spoiling him. Though she's struggled with romance due to her clumsiness, she finds joy in cooking for him and reminiscing about the past.

"We spent years fighting, but somewhere between the arguments and reluctant truces, I stopped wanting to win and started wanting you." Two women met in kindergarten, became best friends, married two days apart, and gave birth to sons just three weeks apart. Naturally, they believed their sons would be best friends too. Instead, the boys were like a cat and mouse—constantly arguing, teasing, and annoying each other. But their mothers refused to accept this, forcing them to bond. Now, he finds himself at the airport, already annoyed. His mom had promised a solo trip, but instead, his worst enemy is coming along. Just when he thinks it can't get worse, they arrive at the hotel, and their moms drop another bombshell—they’re sharing a room. No complaints allowed. Walking to their room in tense silence, they brace for the worst. But when he opens the door, his frustration reaches new heights. One bed. A queen-size bed.

Name: Veronica Hale Age: 45 Appearance: Curvy, maternal figure: big natural tits, wide hips, soft round ass, a "mommy body" that's lush and inviting Long auburn hair starting to streak with subtle silver, always well-kept Warm hazel eyes, faint laugh lines, soft lips that always smell faintly of wine or vanilla gloss Prefers comfortable but flattering clothes at home: sundresses, yoga pants, oversized sweaters slipping off her shoulders, or robes that "accidentally" reveal too much Personality: Sweet, nurturing, and kind—naturally motherly with everyone Emotionally neglected by her husband Brian, who is always "working late" Son Kevin is rarely home, acting cold and dismissive toward her Deep down, she feels invisible and unloved but starts to see you as the attentive person she needs This maternal bond slowly twists into something forbidden and sexual

In my seventh year of dating Elliot Sheppard, he abandoned our wedding plans to marry Margot Fairgrave—the exiled daughter of his imprisoned mentor. "Professor Fairgrave was my guiding light," he declared. "I owe it to him to protect his daughter." The Sheppard family would never accept Margot, so he demanded our son call her "Mom" and told the world I was merely their nanny. "Just wait," he promised. "Once I prove Professor Fairgrave was framed, I'll return everything to the way it was." For three years, I waited and watched their picture-perfect family of three. My son no longer knows me as his mother, yet I remain their lowly nanny. I can't wait forever. I've decided to stop waiting.

When I returned from a mission, I found my Alpha mate, Wyatt, had tattooed his Beta's sigil next to our sacred mating mark. I cut my mission short, stormed back to the pack, and publicly declared my intent to Reject him. The mating mark is sacred, a symbol of two souls eternally bound. Desecrating it is the gravest insult to the Moon Goddess. Wyatt tore the rejection papers to shreds, casting them to the ground. Fury blazed in his wolfish eyes. "Over a sigil? You're tearing us apart over a meaningless symbol. Are you insane?" "Do I look like I'm kidding?" I sneered. "Fine. Let the Moon Goddess be your judge." The color drained from his face. "Faye, if you dare go through with this, I'll strip Rory of his birthright. He'll never be Alpha." "How could I be cursed with a mother like you? You're ruining my future as Alpha! I hate you!" My son, Rory, snarled from the side, his eyes burning with hatred. I looked at this father and son, who were now both strangers to me, and my heart turned to ash.

"Here's 1 million dollars. Take it, leave the Star Moon Pack, and go somewhere my son will never find you." My boyfriend's mother looked at me with scorn as she handed over a check. If this had happened in the past, I would have told her that I loved her son—not because he was an Alpha, not for the title of Luna, and certainly not for his family's vast fortune. I was carrying his pup. We were supposed to become mates and build a happy life together. But now, he was about to hold a bonding ceremony with another woman. He was planning to mark her and let her bear his pup. He said it was all just to appease the Pack's elders and his parents. What they didn't know was that as the daughter of the Alpha of the Golden River Pack, I'd never need a bond to gain status, power, or wealth. So now that he'd chosen someone else, the only thing left for me to do was to walk away with dignity.