Novel & Cerita Drunk Mom Sex Stories

But instead of speaking, I sat there staring at him waiting for him to continue. "Mom, I actually understand what is going on here. You are a wonderful person, and I love you. You have taken care of me and I truly appreciate that. But you have an obsession with sex." He paused to see my reaction, but getting none he continued. "Look, I know more than you think I know about your lifestyle. Brian and I have talked about this. You are a very sexual person and so is he. Mom, there is really nothing wrong with that. But it is important to channel that sexuality in the right direction."

" Tell Jeremy what you said when you went to get him some beer. Tell him that you and Helen were lovers, that you licked each other's pussies, invited guys over for threesomes, and fucked until you couldn't stand. Jenny wasn't the least bit upset about all the attention her mom was getting. She was half drunk, but just as turned on as my mom and I were. "I think that's what you did, Jen. Now your brother knows what a hottie your mother was." "And she will be again. Aren't you, Mom?" I said. "Yes, it seems I am Jeremy! Come on, let's get out of this pool so I can feel you deep inside my son." There was no longer any reason to be shy or hide any of my anatomy, so I took Mom's hand and Jenny to

I went straight to my mother's room, and barged in without knocking. I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. My mom is having sex with a man I don't even know on the bed. She is on top of him, making me think she's doing it again. The man probably is not conscious and is under the effects of witchcraft. He will be dumped in a hotel or somewhere and that's when he will wake up later. He won't even remember what happened to him. I remember mom using this as a way to please herself all these years and she is still doing it. I wonder how those men don't remember at all, it's really strong what she does. Mom stopped doing whatever and looked at me.

Jerry said. “Why shouldn’t I? Nothing happened,” Mary said. “You seem to be enjoying this, aren’t you? Let me refresh your memory a little bit. You and I had sex, and you moaned severally, an indication that you really enjoyed my services,” Jerry said, touching Mary’s breasts. “I was drunk, and now that I am sober, I am asking you to leave me alone. I am not interested in whatever you’re offering me,” Mary said, trying to free herself.

"A devoted husband, a beautiful son. Now that's a real family." The man beside her changed color the instant it landed and yanked her aside. "Watch your mouth. The Don is right here." The room dropped quiet. Worried I'd read too much into it, Lucian took my hand and bent to murmur at my ear. "Vivian, we'll have children too, one day." I looked at him and the whole thing struck me as absurd. Right then my phone buzzed. It was the test results from Dr. Reed.

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

With those big, innocent eyes and that adorable expression of remorse? I sighed heavily. "Where were you?" "With Zoe." She snuggled closer to my chest, apparently finding her current position quite comfortable. "We visited her fiancé's mother. The poor woman. She's so sick. So sad. Her husband abandoned her for his mistress, and now she looks like a ghost." "That explains the visit. It doesn't explain why you're drunk." "We had wine." Juliette held up her fingers, trying to count. "One glass. Maybe two. Or... five?"

She cried out. My mom massaged my dick, stroking it as my breath became heavy and restrained as I could barely hold myself from pulling her by the hair and placing her underneath me. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her pussy underneath me, pin her head to the cold floor while my dick goes in and out of her pussy. “ Oh this fuckin bitch!” I thought, swallowing hard as I opened my eyes and caught sight of the both of them— naked and hard. My mom's hand grew tired, she stopped as she began to use her tongue to brush the sides then she used her tip on my cap.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

“But it’s the truth.” I stand up, pacing a step or two, my hand dragging through my hair. This is too much. Pregnant with her stepfather’s kid, some cryptic talk about ‘feeling’ him and his ‘new mate,’ and now this? “I need a drink,” I mutter, crossing the room to the bar cart in the corner. I grab a bottle of whiskey, pour a generous splash into a glass, and glance back at her. She’s still on the sofa, squirming, her face flushed an even deeper red now, her fingers gripping the edge of the shirt like it’s an anchor. Something’s clearly got her rattled, not just this conversation, but something deeper, something that’s making her look like she’s about to crawl out of her skin.