Best Mom Son Sex Stories Novels & Stories

When he was broke, he would shamelessly ask his mother for money, all while trying to look important, but he was really just full of hot air. The more someone like him talked, the more they boasted. Spittle flying, he boasted, "Just look at Drake Hughes, the boss of the Sunshine Grand Hotel, the most famous big shot in Brownsville. He's a good friend of mine. We've shared drinks at the same table, and he treats me like a brother. None of you can say you've had that honor." Madam Faust doted on her youngest son endlessly. Even though he was a disappointment, he was still her darling boy. She happily handed over her entire pension for him to squander on his pleasures, always coddling him.

Behind closed doors, the rules don’t exist. Welcome to a world of dark cravings, intense control, and the intoxicating thrill of the forbidden. This sizzling compilation brings together a collection of raw, high-stakes erotic stories where boundaries are crossed, inhibitions are shredded, and surrender is the only option. In Book One: Escapades with Step daddy, nineteen-year-old Ella Monroe's wicked fantasies become a dangerous reality when she is caught spying on her stepfather, Sebastian. What follows is a frantic, high-risk game of lust played right under her mother's nose—filled with breathless encounters, sharp commands, and an addiction neither of them can control. From taboo

He chanted above me as he fucked me, all the way to hell. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” He cursed under his breath, but I did it first, for the second time. I was almost paralyzed after I recovered from the toe curling sex. Trey emptied inside me, then he rolled off me, pulled me to his body and kissed me slow and safe. “Just look at you, my gorgeous queen. Are you satisfied?” My cheeks stained red. “If you touch me again I'll kill you.” He chuckled, proud. “Why are you so mad at your mum?” I asked, impulsively.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."

Refusing to give up, he ran straight to my side and screamed at Lily. “Get away from her! This is my mom! You’re not allowed to hug her!” Lily rolled her eyes at him, firing back without a shred of hesitation. “Oh, I know who you are. You’re Victoria’s ungrateful brat of a son. Didn’t you say you didn’t want her to be your mom anymore? She isn’t your mother now, so you’re the one who needs to get lost!” David completely broke down at Lily’s blunt words, sobbing hysterically.

she moaned, her eyes closed and still totally unaware that it was her son fucking her. In no time at all John felt his balls churn as the excitement of fucking his mother brought him to the point of orgasm. Slamming himself into her one last time, he felt his orgasm explode, cum pumping into his mother's pussy as she clamped down on him, milking his cock as he dumped his load of sperm to mingle with Tom Henderson's, Kelly and Becky watching. "Jesus, Tom, that was intense," Karin sighed, half rolling her upper body over to look back, her eyes popping wide open along with her mouth when she saw her son standing there, his cock glistening with their combined juices.

“Please, Patsy. Your father and I haven’t had sex in forever.” “Stepfather,” I corrected her. Wait, did she just say they haven’t had sex? How could that be possible? It’s clear that Baron has the sexual appetite of a baboon during mating season. How could he not be taking my mom, even if he’s on to the fact that she’s just using him for his money? “Will you let him in, honey?” “I’m not letting your side-piece booty call in, Mom.” Normally, I might be in the mood to just shut up and do it, but not today. Today I’m not taking any of her shit.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

she sang as if she was telling my mother about our sexcapades right in front of me. “OOHhhhh, I see. So what you’re telling me is that, you went to Tony, instead of coming to me?” Sharon said, pointing to herself. “Um Mom, how would you know what guys my age like to do with their significant others?” I chimed in. My mother’s lips closed and tightened quickly. She immediately looked at Olivia and gasped. “Oh My God, Olivia!” “What?!” She looked down and around trying to see what my mother was crying about.