Busty Mom Son Novels & Stories

"Can we go to the back garden, Mom?" "Sure, sweetie. But just for a little while. After this, I will take you to your room." The woman who was pregnant with her second child said yes. Now the mommy gently pushed the wheelchair following her son-in-law's request. While now on the other side, Keenan sat side by side with his daddy. The man who had been stretching long distances and high walls for the family looked nervous for a moment. Especially when his biological father turned his head with a smile.

TITLE: My Mom & I Introduction: Busty mom and well-hung son go on a cross country road trip. Hi Guys, This story describes the adventures of a busty mom and her well-hung son, both of them blessed with incredible sexual endurance. If that's not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere—I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Please note: This story contains a lot of erotic scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Enjoy.... ********* "Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?" Hal Preston asked his wife and son.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a boy crying while hugging her legs. "Mommy..." he whispered without blinking with tears in his eyes. "W-who are you?" Fisya looked left and right. “Where are your father and mother?” "Mommy..." he whispered with sobs that began to echo. “Oh my… I'm not your mother—” "No! Mom can't be like that! Should not." Fisha took a deep breath. Just to support herself has made her frustrated, especially now that she is no longer working because she was dismissed by her superiors. “Son… I am not your mother—”

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"

I was in bed sleeping like a log of wood after wetting my blue bed sheet with tears, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my son's gentle, slate-blue eyes. He smiled and said,mom, everything will be okay, you still have me, we both have each other. He said, looking like a warrior who survived battle. thank you baby, I said. have you eaten anything yet,he replied like a baby,yeah, I ate some eggs and salad, I asked about Sarah, has she gone back home,he said, yeah she left early this morning.

As soon as I washed up and got refreshed, I went down to the living room, where I sniffed out my boss to be. “I’m sorry I overslept! I-” I stopped my apology short, when I laid my eyes upon Pularis playing with Justin. Both who turned to me as soon as they heard my voice. “Mommy!” Justin called, rushing over to me in a big hug. “Mommy, I missed you!” Hearing his voice, feeling his small frame wrap his arms around me, his warmth spreading on my body, my body went lax once more. Almost as though reminding me how long it has been since I had relaxed, spent any time with my son.

Where? This time she replied quickly: [Stop worrying about where the photo came from! The point is she cheated! Why are you so hung up on that.] She was getting anxious. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice input, sending a message directly, "Mom… my heart really hurts. What should I do…" My voice trembled, like I was on the verge of tears. Three seconds later, a voice message came back. She was crying dramatically, her performance flawless. "My poor son! I told you long ago that Emily couldn't be trusted! Rich women are all like this!"

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"