Busty Mom Son Novels & Stories

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

His eyes lit up with a hint of amusement. I frowned in confusion, tilting my head. “I do not.” “What about Caleb? He’s our son.” “Caleb? How can my twenty year old self already have a grown ass son like that?” A surprised laugh bubbled up from my chest before I could stop it. Lucian’s lips twitched, and then a low, warm chuckle escaped him too. “I mean, you’re technically his mother now”. “Oh, Lucian,” I teased lightly, poking his chest with one finger while still nestled in his arms.

Her Mom, stated as she fixed the stuff beside her bed. From her mom’s expression, she knew that her mom really liked Little Quentin and she was being honest about it. "He’s really hard to put to sleep, just like our smelly sons too." Her father’s expression scrunched up as he remembered the old days where he had to literally bind down his sons on the bed just to stop them from playing around. It was like playing a game of tag every night for him and his sons. "But you still have the best touch with the kids, even after so many years." Her mom responded to her dad. Her dad showed a beaming smile as he realized how true her mom’s words were.

Vesa nodded, "After Mother gave birth, I live in England and my father lives in Indonesia." His father, grandparents did tell stories like that and even Vesa didn't know his mother's grave because he was always told that it was far away. And when he started asking about her mother, Dad always looked sad, Vesa didn't never dared to ask again about his mother. Lusi started to get dizzy. The woman shook her head. "You can't be Boss' son. His son was born in Indonesia and his wife is buried in this country along with his child," said Lusi.

Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe. When we returned, I suggested we stop by the Hale for dinner with Cassian. My son. The one I hadn’t seen in nearly a month. He was running the family’s casino now, carrying the weight of our name on his shoulders like he was born for it. Dominic begged off. Said he was tired, needed rest. So it was just me and Elara who made the detour. The Hale had never been my scene. Crowded. Flashy. Thick with money and danger. Even after marrying into a mafia family, I never quite grew used to the shadows it cast. But motherhood has a way of softening your fear. And I misse

Mom was in a rather youthful attire, wearing a pair of high-waisted hot pants today. Despite being in her forties, Mom still had the body of a 20-year-old, probably because she only had me. She exuded the charm of a mature lady. That was probably why Bryan screwed her. “I need a word with you, Carys,” Mom uttered out of the blue. I was still shell-shocked by it all. She took a glance at Bryan. “I’m pregnant.” I dropped my plate with a plop. Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said.

“ Hurry up old man… “ After hearing Black's pissed voice, with a smile on his face, he obediently walked towards his son after kissing her forehead gently. He saw Black on the sofa, sitting elegantly as if he was a twenty year old business tycoon. Well, this father and son are almost completely similar. “ What do you want to say young boy? “ He asked while sitting in front of his son. Black crossed his arms and legs, then he stared at him fearlessly. This made Fergus smiled in an instance. Ohw! His son is truly adorable. “ I want to make a deal with you old man. Mommy didn’t told me anything but I have observed that my mommy is always tired. “ Black furrowed his eyebrows. “ You told me that

"Tony's features look a lot like Ms. Lloyd's, don't they?" "Someone's got a guilty conscience and won't speak up. Isn't the truth obvious?" I clapped my hands. Security guards entered the classroom and escorted Victor and Samantha to the side. I slowly walked up with Tony in my arms. "Tony, tell them who your mother is." My son blinked his big eyes and said, "My mom's name is Eloise." "Are Daddy and Mommy divorced?" "No." "And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?"

My mom greeted with a blooming smile which was fun to see from her but then I hated that she even called me son right in front of this young guy who she just fucked. “Shit, you ‘bout to catch a flight?” The guy named Jackson asked when he saw my mom in this tight jeans. “Huh?” My mom appeared to be confused. “Cause that apple bottom makes me wanna take a bite!!” “Oh, you silly, silly boy.” My mother, a woman in her forty’s jumped on the guy who physically looked like he’s just five years older than me. Is my mom even okay? I know she still got those pot smokes in her head, maybe some coke powders too but that Jackson guy could be her son.

"Yes! Suck your mommy's tits, baby! Fill her up with your giant cock!" Her son picked her up by her ass and slammed into her once again, this time extremely hard. He pulled her by her round, perfect ass into his pistoning cock. Her wide hips moved up and down his length as mother and son fucked each other's brains out. "Oh god, oh god, OH GOD" Alison screamed as she neared her climax. "I'm about to cum baby! Your mother's cumming on her son's giant cock!" she gasped as her climax crashed over her in waves of pleasure.