Best Mom Son Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his girlfriend’s dripping his father’s load! But shit… the way you sent him away like it was nothing… god, that’s hot as hell. You’re such a bastard, but I love it—now what? “Or maybe… Daddy, you should fuck me one more time right here—hard and quick—so I can feel your cum gushing out while I text Lucian back and tell him I’m ‘fine.’ Make me your naug

And then they both moved. It was a synchronized, devastating rhythm. Arthur thrust into her ass, a slow, claiming penetration, while Daniel filled her pussy fast and hard. She was stretched beyond belief, filled in both holes, a double fucking that sent shocks of pleasure through her entire body. The friction, the fullness, the sheer obscenity of it pushed her towards a climax that felt like detonation. “Fuck her ass, Dad,” Daniel encouraged, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Make her scream.” Arthur groaned, his pace in her asshole picking up, matching his son’s rhythm. The bed rocked. Jessa’s world narrowed to the slam of their bodies, the slap of skin, the crude, beautiful words pouring from

Who will fucking tell him that his friend was thrusting his dick in and out of her daughter's mouth while they talked. Her father sighed, finally accepting the explanation. “Okay… alright, then. Let her enjoy her food." He hung up. Luca smirked as he looked down at Stacey. "You are such a bad girl. Your father was just on the phone with me, asking to talk to you, and you are busy sucking me more.” She pulled out and looked up at him with a teasing smile. "I'm sure you love it because that made it more dirty and hot. Hearing his voice while sucking you."

It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission. I clicked on the search button and was surprised to find 313 stories come up with those key words. I read a few of them, my pussy again on fire, and came to realize the three things he wanted the most: his Mom, in stockings, serving as his personal plaything. This knowledge should have appalled me, yet instead all I could think about was the wonderful prospect of my long dormant sexual needs being met like they hadn't been since my Jake, Michael's father, had died. I fingered myself to orgasm while fantasizing about my son becoming the dominant lover I'd been craving for so long. After another great orgasm washed throu

"Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent? "Forcing your own biological son to call your mistress 'Mommy' in front of everyone? You're probably the only person in the world who would do that. I have to say, you and Samantha are perfect for each other—a cheater and a homewrecker." I smiled flatly, then turned my gaze to Samantha. "Ms. Yates, I heard you're a language teacher. Tell me, did I use the right words to describe you and my husband?"

"It's a story about sex." "Depends on what?" My erection, which had softened, swelled again, and I made no attempt to conceal it. "I like sex stories." "It depends on what you're comfortable with," Mom said as she turned and looked out to sea. The sky had darkened; rain was on the way. She turned back and spoke just above a whisper, "This one is about her and her son." We weren't going to talk about Brooke and Rob. Well, we were, but we weren't. I looked into my mother's eyes, letting my fingers lightly brush over the bulge in my shorts, "I'd like to hear it."

I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend. I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet. Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a wo

Please note that this story deals with taboo subject matter, and it won't be for everyone. It includes an incestuous relationship between a father and his son, graphic sexual content, dirty talk and pregnancy kink. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! Ronald’s P.O.V, “Oh, fuck yeah. Cum in me, daddy. Breed me,” the boy on the screen screamed while he was on his hands and knees getting fucked hard and fast by a man at least twenty years his senior.

Enjoy this short sex theme story of a step mother and her step son's sexual affair. Enjoy Bethel's P.O.V. “I was just wondering why there was a picture of me under your pillow. I went to-” Bethel didn't get the rest of the words out of her mouth when Jake her step son pressed his mouth against hers and quickly brought his hands to her tits. Bethel pushed him away from her roughly and looked into his face, Without thinking about what she was doing her hand flew up and smacked him across the face. She didn't feel sorry until she watched him bring his hand to his cheek and rubbed it, his smile gone now....

Vivian Grant trying to murder her husband. … I returned to my mother's old home in a small southern town up on the mountains. The scenery was great and the people were friendly. The first day I returned home, the old lady next door gave me vegetables that she planted on her own. While helping me to clean up the place, she told me love stories of my parents when they were young. My heart did not seem to ache that much hearing those stories. It was as if they were with me. After Vivian gave birth to Andy, she was diagnosed with post-natal depression. To let her regain her health, I quit my job to be a full-time father while she returned to work.