Busty Mom Son Novels & Stories

"Jeremy? Who's Jeremy?" Benedict stumbled and fell to the ground. He forced out a smile. "What are you talking about, Mom? Jeremy's my brother. He's just about to turn seven. I bought him an Outoman figurine that's taller than him for his birthday. "Where's Jeremy?"

The Beautiful 24 years old Amber Curt was always an easy target cause of her kind nature, often misused by people who like to extort others, her life has never been easy, raised by a father who drinks with all his money and never paid much attention to his two daughter, Amber and Anna usually fend for themselves but even Anna made life difficult for Amber when she became addicted to gambling and would often bring thousands of debt home for her to clear, Amber needed a more stable and better paying job if she was to survive, she got an interview at Son's empire through her friend’s help and got the job where she met. Todd Anderson, 30years old father of one, a widower, 5ft 3inches tall, multi

I went to visit him in prison. I looked through the thick glass and saw the young man in a prison uniform. His head was shaved, and he looked pallid. He was my son, but he felt like a stranger. When he saw me, he didn't cry or show any excitement. He simply looked at me for a long, long time. Then, he picked up the receiver. "Mom." His voice was hoarse, almost broken. "A few days ago… I had a dream. In it… In it, it showed me that Grandma and I poisoned you. You died. I even cursed you, saying that you were some feminazi who deserved it."

I was shaking, sobbing with pleasure, “Goddamn, listen to you—screaming for Daddy’s cum like the campus slut you are. My son’s texting you right now and you’re creaming all over his father’s cock—fuck, I’m right there—gonna breed this tight pussy—gonna knock you up on my desk—take it, baby—TAKE DADDY’S LOAD!” He slammed in to me last time and exploded. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming—Daddy’s cumming so hard inside you—feel that, princess?

*Moment 2: Adia and Priya’s Mom* In the kitchen. Washing dishes. Priya’s mom: “You look tired.” Adia: “I am.” Priya’s mom: “You look happy too.” Adia: “I am.” They clinked wet plates. *Moment 3: Kael and Ben* Ben: “How’s the Fund?” Kael: “Broke.” Ben: “How’s your heart?” Kael: “Full.” Ben nodded. “That’s the metric.” *Moment 4: Lila and Ms. Carter*

“Now let Mommy ride you.” I straddled him, sinking down onto his thick length. My heavy breasts bounced as I rode him hard, grinding my clit against his pelvis. Alex’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me faster. “Ride your son’s cock, Mom. Show me how bad you need it.”

"Kyla! Don't get too upset. Just divorce him and let your sister—" Her words cut off the second she saw the spiky-haired guy on the couch. Then her eyes landed on Bruce, fully dressed and calmly holding the baby. She froze. Pointing at the guy, Mom yelled, "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" The guy was still yanking up his pants. "She's the one who called me over." "That's a lie!" Zoey screamed. "I didn't!" Mom completely lost it. "Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!"

My pussy juice soaked his finger as I rode his hand, intent on bringing myself to a much-needed orgasm. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I cried out, my eyes closed as he continued to stroke me. It felt so good, like a masseuse massaging my body. But this was way more satisfying. The way he moved his fingers felt way better than any toys, or Sean, my ex-boyfriend. “Come on, Daddy,” I moaned as he stroked my pussy continuously. Sir, A gentle knock broke the rhythm, and a voice behind the door. “Sir, your first course is ready. May I serve it in the lounge?”

I climbed out, balancing Diane’s school bag and lunchbox over my shoulders—my badge of motherhood. Inside, the faint scent of new paint and jasmine drifted through the air. And there he was—Shawn—loosening his tie, jacket tossed over the couch, looking every bit the man who’d made all this possible. “My love is just too caring,” I teased, walking straight into his arms. His hands found my waist, warm and grounding. “Anything to make the mother of my child comfortable,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hand. Before I could melt into him, a small voice sliced through the air.