Erotic Mom Son Stories Novels & Stories

“You’re twenty-one now, but… damn.” I wanted the floor to swallow me. My stepdad had just seen me jerking off to gay p**n. Specifically, to a scene with a huge age gap and domination. My heart pounded so hard I felt dizzy. Yet underneath the burning embarrassment, my cock hadn’t softened at all. If anything, being caught by Max made it throb even harder. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him quietly. The click sounded final. “Your mom’s not home. Good thing, huh?” He exhaled slowly, eyes flicking to the laptop. “That what you’re into?”

My mother froze. Her body stiffened, her hand trembling as her voice came out uneven and sharp. "You're scammers, right? Curtis just sent his girlfriend to my house to stir things up. How could he suddenly be dead? You're lying! That kid has always loved playing the victim. He tried to stop Dylan from even being born and caused my premature labor. Did he pay you to put on this act? My son just got out of surgery and needs rest. He's pulling something like this just to make Dylan feel guilty. That damn…"

I took some deep breaths, and licked him again. “My son is a lucky bastard,” was all that he said while we looked at each other, and so I did it again and one more time, swallowing him, humming, sucking him, licking him, until he pulled away from me, leaving me with saliva running through my chin down to my chest.

Othon As Karen rose from the bed with wide eyes, wrapped in the sheet, I remained calmly lying down. I wouldn't confront her, nor engage in an argument with Karen right now, especially since we had finally come to understand each other and discovered that we have a son. No. I want to make the most of that night with her, and the next day, I want to meet Otávio and give my son a tight hug. "Not using protection wasn't something I planned, Karen," I said calmly. "Nor did I hear you ask about it."

"Mommy, let me go ask Jasmine for help! If she asks Daddy to save you, he'll come!" I looked at my son's gaze, as clear as a spring of water, and I couldn't help feeling heartbroken. He was a good boy, but he was only six years old. He wouldn't comprehend that Jasmine was the one who had pushed me down the stairs and fell down by my side to incriminate me. That woman wanted nothing but for me to die early. Suddenly, a warm stream of blood flowed out under my body. My son screamed. "There's so much blood! Mommy, there's so much blood!"

“Moreover, my whole existence is a mistake. My mother was a pure vampire, but some mutt raped her multiple times, again and again, and again, and I’m the result of that dirt. I believe she was the only one who loved me, and she too had to have died while giving birth to me.” “How… how do you know that she was raped by werewolves?” Alaric asked in shock because Beast had never talked out this before. Never ever. And talking about other vampires, no one talked to him properly except him, so he was his only friend, Or that was what Beast supposed. “My mother told me when I was in her womb that she was raped. She didn’t talk to me about it in detail. Maybe because it wasn’t a pleasant memory for

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

"Fucking shit. Please don't stop, daddy. Don't stop fucking me. I want you to empty these big daddy balls inside my boy's fertile pussy. Want to fill your spunk in my gut making my belly big. Please make my belly big, daddy." Well, fuck. If I didn't already love my son, I'd love him after that. I was so damn lucky that I had Brad and that he accepted his father's particular kink. A kink that now, after hearing my son talk like that, had me ready to shoot. I drove my hips faster into Brad.