Adoptive mother Stories

Being a single mother to a teenage boy isn't easy, thought Allison Armstrong as she quickly finished up her emails before leaving her office. She looked up at the clock. It was three in the afternoon on a Friday. The brunette flipped her hair back and adjusted her jacket one final time before heading to her car. "See you on Monday," she waved at her secretary. "Bye, Miss Allison," Her secretary, Annie, grinned back. "Are...

Nancy woke to the faint light of dawn creeping through the curtains of her bedroom. She lay still, the sheets tangled around her legs, her body heavy with a mix of exhaustion and restless heat. Last night replayed in her mind like a forbidden movie - her hands on Tyler, the way he’d gasped and shuddered under her touch, the raw need in his voice as he called her name. Her fingers twitched at the memory, curling into the f...