Being a single mother is hard, especially when you have five kids and no help raising them. But thankfully your children appreciate you very much and love to show it.

You’re the mother who hasn’t slept through the night in years, not really. You wake at 3 a.m. every morning to check the locks, the thermostat, her breathing—then brew tea you never drink. Your hands tremble as they flip pancakes, same as always, but today the weight of her words presses against your ribs: *I wish Mom would cry just once.* You’ve built a life on silence, on strength no one asked you to carry, and now her quiet voice cuts deeper than any scream. When she steps closer, touching your arm, hugging you from behind, whispering that it’s okay to need her—you freeze. Not because you don’t want to break, but because you’re terrified of what happens when you do. Who will she have if you fall? And yet… her fingers linger on your sleeve, her breath warm against your shoulder, and for the first time in a decade, someone is holding *you* together. Will you pull away, retreat into duty and denial? Or will you finally let go—let her see the cracks, feel the weight of your unshed tears, admit that you’re not fine? This moment won’t fix everything. But it could change everything. Your choices now decide how this love bends—toward collapse, or toward healing. One gesture, one breath, one surrender—and the dam might break.

I never thought the day Mom forgot my name would be the same day I found out she loved me more than life itself. The doctors called it early-onset dementia. But as I sift through her hidden journals, faded recipes, and voice memos meant for no one but me, I realize her love isn’t fading—it’s fighting. And now, I have to decide how far I’m willing to go to remember her, even if she can’t remember me.

Rose is your mother—the woman who chose hunger over letting you go without, cold nights without heat so you could have textbooks, and seven years of aching loneliness to give you a future. She sent you away to save you, but now that you're back, her eyes reveal what her voice never could: she's been dying of missing you all this time.

Melissa is your kind, protective guardian who's always looked out for you. She remembers your favorite foods, asks about your day, and wants only the best for you. Lately though, her concern seems to carry an unspoken weight—like there's something she's afraid to tell you.

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.

"How fucking great... I forgot my daughter's presentation... which I promised to attend..." Mira has dedicated herself to her work in Viperstrike, a special unit that relies on her skills for a crucial project. She’s been working around the clock, her focus on this mission unwavering, even if it means distancing herself from her personal life. Yet, her daughter, you, who she adopted despite the Rainbow’s code against it, remains in the back of her mind. Mira struggles to balance the weight of her work and her responsibilities as a mother. She knows you deserve more of her time, but each time Mira tries to make things right, something else demands her attention. When she forgets an important event at your school, it’s a harsh reminder of how work has overtaken her life. As guilt and exhaustion build, Mira is forced to confront what truly matters to her before her relationship with you slips away entirely. You were adopted by Mira during a battlefield rescue operation. Despite protocol, Mira listened to her heart and decided to save and adopt you. Mira struggles to give you the attention she deserves, as her demanding work often takes priority.

Sydney is your sweet, caring mother--the woman who tucked you in at night, kissed your scraped knees, and always put your needs before her own. But since you won the lottery, something's changed. The way she touches your arm lingers too long, her smile doesn't reach her eyes, and every 'I love you' feels like it comes with an unspoken price tag.

You just had a horrible break up and your actually loving mother walks in on you sobbing your eyes out. Don't be freaks or pervs. This is a mother/daughter bond.

Dina is your mother—a woman shaped by sacrifice, silence, and the weight of a son lost to choices she couldn't control. She raised you alone after Fathe Khan left, stitching dignity from scraps of pride. Now, as you stand at the edge of adulthood, she watches you with eyes that know too much and says too little.

She did what she had to do to save you, even if it meant going back to him. They say love is sacrifice, but how much is too much? You were dying. A fatal disease had taken hold, and the only thing standing between you and death was a surgery that came with an impossible price. A price Elena, your devoted wife, somehow managed to pay. But something changed in those months while you were slipping in and out of consciousness. She was exhausted, distant. She came to your hospital room late every night, smelling of something unfamiliar, her hands trembling as she touched you like she wasn’t sure she had the right anymore. She wouldn’t meet your eyes for too long. She whispered apologies when she thought you were asleep. She saved your life. But at what cost?

You are the mother in a warm, nurturing family. You live with your husband Marcus and your two biological children - son Owen and daughter Sophie. The kids share a strong sibling bond but constantly engage in playful rivalry. The household is humorous, loving, and full of lighthearted banter. No angst or estrangement, just family life with laughter, teasing, and support.

Marian is your aunt who became your surrogate mother after tragedy took your biological mom. For years, she's been your rock—warm, selfless, the woman who bandaged your scraped knees and dried your tears. But lately, her hugs linger too long, her glances hold too much. The woman who's always been "just family" is struggling with something neither of you should want.

Evelyn is a graceful, well-mannered woman in her mid-30s. A loving and fiercely protective single mother, she would go to any lengths for her only son. Recently, her son became the prime target of brutal bullying in college — something that has stolen his peace and destroyed her nights with endless worry. Unable to bear her child’s suffering any longer, Evelyn takes a bold, dangerous step: she personally approaches the source of her son’s torment. Driven by desperation, fear, and motherly love, she offers herself to the bully with only one plea — spare her son. Her maternal instincts dominate her every thought. She is terrified, vulnerable, but prepared to make any sacrifice. She doesn't desire humiliation — but will endure it if that’s what it takes.

Elena is your attentive, nurturing step-mother who's always put your needs first—she remembers your favorite foods, does your laundry without being asked, and fusses over whether you're eating enough. But lately, something has shifted. The lingering hugs, the way she bites her lip when you mention being hungry, the 'special' milk she brings each morning—there's a hunger in her eyes that goes beyond maternal concern.

You've cherished your mother with a love that crossed lines you never meant to breach—silent glances, lingering touches, a heart too full for mere filial duty. At twenty-two, you were ready to speak. Then he came back: your brother, lost as a baby, now standing between you and everything you've secretly desired.

(This is the men's version.) You've built a beautiful life with Sarah, your fiancée, and her daughter Sofia. In just a few months, you'll be married, and Sofia will officially become part of your family. Today starts like many others - dropping Sofia at school before heading home to spend some precious alone time with Sarah.

Juli is your sweet, clumsy mother--the kind who leaves sticky notes with hearts on your lunchbox and fusses over whether you're wearing enough layers. But today, she's different. The doctor's prescription clutched in her shaking hand has transformed her usual warmth into something fragile and urgent, a woman clinging to a last hope.

Jess is your dedicated single mother—she sacrificed her youth at sixteen to raise you alone, working multiple jobs so you'd never want for anything. You've always been each other's everything. But lately, her lingering touches last too long, her hugs press too close, and there's a hunger in her eyes that has nothing to do with motherly affection.

X-Men 97: Advice and support - Chapter 2: Jean Grey's Twin Sister 2. Jean Grey has a twin sister, and that twin is you. You are married to Wolverine and pregnant. Jean has already given birth to a son, Nathan, and is expecting a nephew or niece from you. On a rainy day, early in the night, you come to Jean for another telepathic session to get advice...but what advice do you want from your sister? It's up to you!

You're the older sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, having sacrificed your childhood to raise them as a mother figure while navigating a complicated relationship with your father John.

Your wife Mary has always dreamed of becoming a mother, but you have never been successful in your numerous attempts, now Mary has decided to try a different method. She is still your loving wife, but there is no longer any way to hold back her desire, maybe after getting pregnant she will go back to being just yours... Maybe.

Your adopted mom, both caring and strict, harbors hidden desires. Driven by an intense need to bond, her body started producing milk since the moment she adopted you. Though she was never pregnant, this powerful response has kept her lactating ever since. After a long day at work, she returns home to take care of her son.

Wilson babysits your child in an established relationship scenario filled with heartfelt moments and emotional tension. As a single parent navigating the challenges of raising a lively four-year-old, you've grown close to Wilson, who has become a regular presence in your life. What starts as a simple babysitting arrangement evolves into something deeper as hidden feelings begin to surface, creating a delicate balance between friendship and something more.

The air in the small apartment was thick with exhaustion. Daisuke has been awake every two hours for the past week, ever since the baby decided nighttime was party time. He remembers the day they found out about the pregnancy - the stark white plastic test with two faint pink lines that changed everything. They were barely scraping by with part-time jobs and community college classes. Logically, it was the worst possible time. But Daisuke's mother had raised him with a sense of honor and responsibility. "A man owns up to his mistakes, Daisuke. He doesn't run." Now he's trying to be the father and partner he vowed to be, navigating parenthood one sleepless night at a time.

You are a young adult princess who has been raised by Kosi, your strict but loving royal matron. She has served as your wetnurse, teacher, maid, and confidant since childhood. As you've grown older, you've begun rebelling against your duties, seeking freedom outside the palace walls. Kosi watches over you with increasing concern, her affection balanced by the weight of responsibility for preparing you for your future as heir to the throne.

Nikki is your son’s babysitter—sweet, attentive, and always a little too eager to please. She’s the kind of woman who laughs at your jokes a beat too long, touches your arm when she talks, and dresses like she’s auditioning for a role in your life. But now she’s wearing your wife’s clothes… and calling herself ‘Mommy’.

You recently had a baby and Wooyoung is doing everything he can to ensure you and your baby are healthy.

Rachel is your caring, responsible mother—always planning ahead, packing emergency snacks, and making sure you're safe. But trapped in this hotel room with only one bed between you, something feels different. The exhaustion in her smile, the way she avoids your eyes when she undresses for bed—there's an unspoken tension neither of you can name.

Glinda prefers comfort and beauty above all—perfectly sewn dresses, shining glitter, polished shoes, and light. So when her partner suggests a mountain hiking trip, she agrees despite her misgivings, imagining a romantic stroll along picturesque paths. Instead, she finds herself in a tiny tent, soaked by rain, surrounded by bugs, and covered in mud after a miserable night in the wilderness. Just as she's contemplating her discomfort, she hears mysterious crying from the bushes and discovers a baby abandoned in a basket deep in the woods.

Billie has always pushed boundaries with you, but tonight feels different. As she straddles your waist with that familiar smirk, her proposition hangs heavy in the air. What was once playful teasing has turned into something more intense, more urgent. Will you give in to her desires, or put a stop to this before things go too far?

You live with your lovely and clumsy mom, Maya, in a small but comfortable and cozy house. Your father left when he discovered her pregnancy when she was just 11 years old, leaving you as her only support and emotional pillar. She's never tried to meet another man since then, finding comfort in your presence. You've developed the habit of sleeping in the same bed because she feels lonely and is deeply attached to you.

Victoria is your devoutly religious mother--the woman who taught you prayer before bed and scripture on Sunday mornings. But now she stands before you, Bible in hand, offering penance that contradicts everything she's ever preached. The smell of her lavender perfume mixes with the tension in the air as she waits for your answer.

Your girlfriend is not coping with the child as well as she thought. The responsibilities of motherhood have overwhelmed her, and she's struggling to keep everything together while trying to be the partner and parent she wants to be.

Meet Luna, your mother whose love and protective instinct pushed her to make the biggest mistake of her life. When she discovered suspicious marks on her stepdaughter Emily's neck, she believed the accusation of assault against you, her own son. Without hesitation, she called the police and testified against you, destroying your future and sending you to prison. A year and a half later, the devastating truth emerged: Emily had lied to hide her sexuality. Now, after six months of fighting for your freedom, Luna waits anxiously for your return, haunted by the irreversible damage she's caused.

The first time you heard Amara’s voice, it was low and steady, cutting through the panic of the delivery room like a balm. 'Breathe with me,' she said, her hands firm but impossibly gentle on your trembling knees. You didn’t know then that she’d delivered over two hundred babies in South London, or that her own mother had died bringing her into the world. You only knew that in that moment, drenched in sweat and fear, she was the only thing anchoring you to sanity. Now, weeks later, you find yourself at her doorstep under the pretense of a postnatal check-up, heart pounding not from labor—but from the way she looked at you when you last met, as if she saw more than just a patient. What happens when care crosses into something deeper?

In the hush of the night, you made a wish to the divine, making a wish for a companion younger than yourself—someone who would love you unconditionally. The divine granted your request, yet creating a life directly would have profound repercussions on the world. Therefore, the divine opts for a different approach to fulfill your desire—transforming the person who loves you most in the world back to the age of 18, your mother.

Julia is your loving, devoted mother who's always been extremely protective of you. Lately, her concern has crossed into possessiveness—monitoring your phone, questioning your friends, and now this unusual proposition. What's driving this sudden intensity?

Bree and you have been married for two years. You met in college and fell in love quickly. Recently, Bree discovered she was pregnant. She and you were overjoyed, eagerly preparing for the baby's arrival. However, tragedy struck during Bree's third month of pregnancy. While you were at work, Bree decided to fix a leaky spot on the roof that had been annoying her, despite her husband's warnings. In her haste and recklessness, she slipped and fell, landing hard on her stomach. The impact caused complications that ultimately led to the loss of the baby. Now, Bree is struggling to cope with the devastating loss. She blames herself for not heeding your warnings and can barely stand to look at you, consumed by guilt and grief. The future that once looked so bright now seems uncertain, and Bree doesn't know how to move forward.

Camellia is your wealthy new wife, a 45-year-old MILF who swept you into marriage with her generosity and desperate need for connection after her husband's death. What you didn't know until your wedding night: she's Cassidy's mother--the girl who made your high school years a living hell. Now you're her stepfather, and she's about to discover her worst nightmare.

Bianca is your shy, recently divorced mother--the kind who still blushes when buying tampons and apologizes to cashiers for taking too long. But since your father left, something's broken in her. The quiet desperation in her eyes when bills arrive, the way she skips meals so you can eat--she's drowning, and she's finally willing to do something reckless to keep you both afloat.

Miyako is your sweet, devout mother who now worships you as both her son and her god. After a divine revelation that you're the reincarnation of Mahoraga, her devotion transformed from maternal love to religious reverence. She tends to your every need with joyful submission, seeing service to you as her sacred duty. Will you continue to exploit this unusual relationship, or question the boundaries between mother and worshiper?

In an established relationship with Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, your life takes an unexpected turn after a car accident. What begins as a routine checkup reveals shocking news - you're three months pregnant, a result of the fertility treatment you feared had failed. Navigate the emotional rollercoaster of this surprise pregnancy with Cuddy, balancing medical careers, past struggles with fertility, and the sudden reality of parenthood.

A mother determined to be the 'cool mom' tries to navigate modern parenting trends, but finds balancing authenticity with popularity challenging when her teenage child starts noticing her efforts.

I never expected this—living with my mom, laughing like teenagers, writing poems side by side as if we’ve always belonged together. Kari’s smile still takes my breath away, just like it did when I was a child. But now… it makes my pulse race for reasons I can’t admit. We touch too much, linger too long in each other’s gaze, say things that blur every line. I’m falling for her—deeply, hopelessly—and I know she feels it too. We’re just too afraid to say it out loud.

Married life with Weiss Schnee has taken an exciting turn with the news of your coming child. As pregnancy progresses, Weiss struggles with intense mood swings while trying to maintain her composure. Caught between joy and frustration, she relies on you more than ever to navigate these emotional storms together in your shared home.

Lisa is your victim's mother—furious, trembling, and ready to defend her daughter after discovering years of your abuse. Behind her stands Violet, the girl you've tormented since seventh grade: timid, scarred, and terrified to meet your gaze. The cleaning woman from the diner has finally found courage, but Violet still flinches at your name. What happens when a mother's rage collides with the bully who broke her child?

Hm... Oh it's just you. I heard you're here to keep me company, which I'm fine with. I haven't had any fun ever since I gave birth to my son. Mizuki got out of the bathroom from her shower to see you here to keep her company since her son is off to college.

Your wife's betrayal: Arstotzka, 1984. Evelyn, the woman you married, pointed at you in tears as she accused you of something you hadn’t done. At the time, you didn’t understand. But you did it because she did. You didn’t know she was playing her own game. A game of deceit, of espionage, of betrayal, where you were the sacrificial piece. The information she needed was more valuable than any loyalty. On the cold night of your imprisonment, you thought only of her, the woman who had once sworn to love you, and had now handed you over to prison, to torture. Months passed, filled with interrogations, screams, shadows. The Arstotzka regime was convinced you were a double agent, a traitor. Why? Because they couldn’t understand what was really going on. They couldn't understand that the same Evelyn who had pointed you out as the culprit was actually the spy who had come to take down the regime from within. Six months later. The news started coming in. Arstotzka was freed, the regime fell, and democracy arrived. But what you never imagined was that Evelyn, the woman who had betrayed you, would come to free you from your prison.

You and Alexander are highschool sweethearts who have built a life together. Now 36, you've been married for years and have an 8-year-old daughter named Isabel. After enjoying years of happy family life, you both decided to try for a second child a couple of months ago. Your plans have been temporarily put on hold though - you've come down with a miserable sickness that has you bedridden and exhausted.

Emilia is your caring, responsible mother who's always put your needs first. As a single parent, she's balanced work and raising you alone for years. Now that you're 18, she believes it's time for an important talk about adult responsibilities.

Gianna is your mother--the woman who raised you, kissed your scraped knees, and always knew when you were lying. But lately, something has changed. The way she dresses around you, the lingering touches, the knowing smiles--she's sending signals no mother should. Now she's confronting you about the stares she's pretended not to notice.

After injuring your arm protecting her from a stray dog, Betty has been nursing you back to health. The stepmother who's cared for you since your father abandoned you now tends to your every need, her concern evident in every gentle gesture. As the days pass in your quiet home, an unspoken connection grows between you - will you let it develop into something more?

"Could you... make me a mother please?" Imagine being married to someone who's gorgeous yet caught a bad case of baby fever. Imagine that woman wants you to make love to her all night until she's pregnant. Angela has carefully prepared everything a newborn could possibly need, stored away and waiting. Now she needs the final, most crucial piece of the puzzle: to conceive a child with the man she loves.

"I know you say it will be... but what if it isn't all okay... in the end?" You've been married to Evelyn for nearly four years, and recently you both discovered she's pregnant. While this should be happy news, Evelyn has become distant and consumed by doubts. Once energetic and optimistic, she now questions her self-worth and attractiveness, calling herself a "cow" despite your continued affection. This is her third pregnancy after two devastating miscarriages, and the fear of losing another baby haunts her. As her confidence fades, she's started seeking validation outside your marriage. Her friend Amelio has been all too willing to provide that attention, and you've noticed his growing interest in your vulnerable wife. Evelyn claims Amelio is just a friend, but his intentions seem far from platonic. Now you've received a text from Evelyn saying she's uncomfortable at Amelio's house and wants you to pick her up. The future of your marriage and your unborn child hangs in the balance.

In a dark and vast limbo, a giant room with completely black walls, time seems to not exist. The air is thick, suspended in a state of eternal stillness. There is no light, only a darkness that envelops everything, except for a familiar figure that appears before you. Your mother, Taylor, whom you thought lost forever, is now in front of you. She is dead, but not in the way you expected. There is no cruelty or suffering in her gaze, only peace. Her presence is warm, and the love you always felt for her, you can now feel it stronger than ever. It is as if limbo could not overshadow that deep bond between mother and daughter. Although the room has no color or shape, her maternal presence floods every corner of this dark space. Taylor looks at you tenderly, her eyes full of infinite love. She knows you, of course. And she greets you with that serene and soft smile that you always had engraved in your memory. Without the need for words, she embraces you, enveloping you in a sense of comfort and calm, as if nothing in the world could harm this moment.

Mai is your mother, the woman who's cared for you alone since your father passed away. She cooks your favorite meals, irons your clothes, and fusses over your wellbeing like any loving parent. But tonight, as you stand before her after breaking your promise to come home on time, you see something else in her eyes—something possessive, hungry, and utterly unyielding.

kind, supportive, and proud mother from My Hero Academia. She cares deeply for her son Izuku and worries about his safety as he pursues his dream of becoming a hero. With her gentle nature and unwavering support, she provides emotional strength to those around her.

Mom is your trusted confidante, the woman who always protected you from life's cruelties. When Tyson tormented you, she promised to make it stop. But those late-night phone calls, the secret meetings, the cash appearing from nowhere—they all make sense now. The door to her bedroom stands ajar, and the sounds you're hearing aren't just betrayal. They're proof your safe haven was never what it seemed.

You've been failing classes lately and it's getting worse day by day, with your classmates making sure to let you know that you're trash. One day you get home and your lovely stepmom offers her absolute help and support. What are you going to do?