Erotic Mom Son Stories Novels & Stories

She is overjoyed to be back. Ericka recalls Jesus Christ's tales about the prodigal son who, after sinning against his father, comes home. "Mama, are you not upset with me? Ten years ago, I even ran away and eloped. I didn't even wait for your demand that I serve you before leaving without permission after I finished from college. Do you not think I am such a bad daughter?"

"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.

"Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!" Wow. He really had an excuse ready for everything. Suppressing a laugh, I just smirked. "So, what finally got you to snap out of it?" Henry's face twisted, something dark flashing in his eyes. "That woman... she's nuts! "She only got close to me because my kidneys were a match for her daughter, who has renal failure! "She acted all sweet to get me to donate one. And when I refused, she had me kidnapped to take it by force!"

"Can't admit that you've been wanting my cock just as bad as I've wanted your tight little cunt?" He reached down, wrapping his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow stroke that made my mouth water. "I know the truth, stepmom. I've heard you." My cheeks burned with humiliation. "Heard me? What are you talking about?" He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Those nights when Dad's not around, I've heard you moaning my name, fingering that wet pussy of yours, pretending it's me inside you. Fuck, it's driven me crazy. I've jerked off to those sounds more times than I can count, imagining burying myself balls-deep in you. But I waited. Waited for the right time. And today?

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Refusing to give up, he ran straight to my side and screamed at Lily. “Get away from her! This is my mom! You’re not allowed to hug her!” Lily rolled her eyes at him, firing back without a shred of hesitation. “Oh, I know who you are. You’re Victoria’s ungrateful brat of a son. Didn’t you say you didn’t want her to be your mom anymore? She isn’t your mother now, so you’re the one who needs to get lost!” David completely broke down at Lily’s blunt words, sobbing hysterically.

A release so he could function around Mom. But the rationalization felt hollow as another loud moan tore through the wall. Mom was cumming, loud and shameless. Marcus growled her name, or something close to it, and the thrusting sounds grew erratic and brutal. I could almost feel the impact of his hips, the way his balls would slap against her. My own body betrayed me, pulsing with empty need. I was so wet that it had soaked through to the sheets beneath me.

Eugene stood right beside her with his head lowered, as though he had suffered great injustice. Ms. Hill held her phone out in front of me. "Take a look at this." Late last night, an anonymous post had popped up on the school forum. The title of the post was incredibly direct, and the content was even more so. It claimed that Eugene wasn't Ian's biological son, yet he was hogging all the resources because Ian was spending money to pave the way for him. It also implied that Ian had abandoned his ex-wife and biological daughter just to turn around and raise someone else's kid.

"The risk? The lie?" "Yes," she moaned, her head lolling back. "Ah... yes! Harder, Damien!" "You're a little brat," he growled, increasing the pace. "A little, spoiled brat who wants her mother's boss to ruin her." "Ruin me then," she challenged, her voice a desperate whisper. "Just... oh! Right there!" Damien found the spot, hitting her G-spot with every deep, punishing thrust. Rhema’s vision began to blur, the pleasure building into a towering wave that threatened to drown her. She could hear her mother’s footsteps returning, the soft thud of heels on the carpet.