Erotic Mom Son Stories Novels & Stories

I spun around and caught the exact moment my husband Derek locked eyes with her. My stomach lurched. I pressed my hand to my chest. "No," I said, shaking my head. "That's impossible. Ethan misspoke. Derek told me our son was gone, so we adopted." Rachel let out a cold laugh and handed me two documents. One was a photo of Derek at the grocery store, holding the son who had supposedly disappeared. The other was a paternity test confirming Derek and Ethan as a match. The blood drained from my face. Derek stood there with a smirk, silently mouthing: You stupid little fool.

"I think about taking that beautiful, innocent mind of yours and filling it with dirty things. Things that would make your father want to kill me. I think about how tight your perfect little body would feel wrapped around my dick." A heavy, painful throb pulsed right between my thighs. My pussy instantly slicked with wetness, soaking through to my skin. The sheer wrongness of it—the age gap, the power he had over me, the fact that he was my dad's friend—was the most intense high I had ever felt in my life. "Then ruin me," I choked out. I grabbed the front of his shirt, my fingers digging into the expensive fabric. "Please, Julian. Don't make me wait anymore."

she muffled while licking my fingers and squeezing them with her mouth. "I know", panting and moaning I say under my breath, "I'm cu...cumminggg", using my other hand, I place my hand on her neck, choking her hard, making her squeeze my dick harder with her pussy. With the last bit of strength in her, she begs desperately, "cum inside me, daddy, mark me with your seed, breed me" I thrust deeper for the last time, pouring my hot cum into her womb, filling her baby room to the brim.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

My mom said excitedly. Just as I was about to respond, the doorbell went off. “That must be him, I'll be right back.” I waited for her to answer the door. A moment later, my mom returned, and I came in contact with a face I didn't expect to see anytime soon. "Maya," my mom said, smiling brightly. "This is Daniel, my boyfriend."

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

Jace felt strangely turned on by Toussaint being all dirty and filthy with words and all he could do was let the moans escape his lips as Toussaint marked every other part of his body. “I’m coming!” Jace screamed as he felt the familiarly strong wave of orgasm hit him. “Fuckk I’m gonna cum!” Toussaint picked the pace once again, his grip tightening on Jace’s shoulder as he pounded into him harder than ever. “Cum for me baby!” Toussaint grunted. An unfamiliar wave of shock and euphoria claimed Jace, stars exploding behind his eyes as he convulsed slightly under Toussaint. A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his ba

he asks with charm, and I shake my head. "No? Are you sure?" "Positive." I would remember seeing such a handsome guy before in my life; I'm a mother, but I'm twenty years old, and I like guys. My love life ended with Owen. I've never had a boyfriend, just sporadic things, and the first one was his father; after that, being with a guy my age is very difficult when they find out I have a two-year-old son, so I stick to whatever happens.

"Yes, we had sex, and it was damn good!" "Liar! You were so tight! I can tell you don’t do it often—or maybe you haven’t had sex at all since giving birth to our son." "You mean my son? Because she’s mine alone. And for the record, I’ve always been tight, no matter how big the man is." "Stop talking like that! And Jasper is ours! Stop trying to make me angrier." "How does my choice of words bother you? You asked a question, and I’m just answering honestly."

"Tony's features look a lot like Ms. Lloyd's, don't they?" "Someone's got a guilty conscience and won't speak up. Isn't the truth obvious?" I clapped my hands. Security guards entered the classroom and escorted Victor and Samantha to the side. I slowly walked up with Tony in my arms. "Tony, tell them who your mother is." My son blinked his big eyes and said, "My mom's name is Eloise." "Are Daddy and Mommy divorced?" "No." "And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?"