Novel & Cerita Erotic Mom Son Stories

I was going to exorcise it. I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then I turned my back to him, bent over, and placed my hands on the mattress. I arched my back, presenting myself. The cool air of the room kissed my wet, exposed pussy lips. I looked over my shoulder, my hair a messy curtain. “Fuck me,” I said, the words vulgar and perfect. “Fuck me like you fucked my mom.”

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

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.

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I whimpered, voice muffled, my whole body shaking. He gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into my skin, pulling me back onto his cock harder. His balls slapped wetly against my clit with every stroke, the sound so filthy in the quiet room. Mom was still sleeping right next to us even with the noise we were making she didn't wake up. completely unaware that her husband was destroying her daughter's pussy just inches away. He leaned over me more, chest pressing against my back, hot breath on my ear. "That's it baby girl, take this dick.."

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

I wrapped my mouth around them and sucked, the slimy, salty taste dancing on my tastebuds. He pushed my legs open again and licked me clean, then kissed me passionately. “See how good you taste?” he asked, withdrawing from me. Then he kissed me again. I had never experienced anything as erotic, intense, or passionate before, and I was eager to return the favour, so I reached between us and held his erect dick in my hand, before starting to stroke it. Andrew deeply moaned into my mouth. I swallowed his moan and kissed him lightly, before moving down, circling his tip with my mouth, and sucking on his bulbous head.

Frank groped her breasts through her nurse uniform, making her moan. He started to undo her buttons. She pulled away. "Frank! Sophie's home!" she warned. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long time since we had sex.". She pecked him. "I know. But I promise, I'll find time.". I'd seen and heard enough, so I stomped down the remaining stairs. They quickly realised it themselves. "Sophie!" my mum exclaimed. I wasn't bothered; I was horny as fuck too. But I'd never be turned by a man like Frank. How did my mom even find him attractive?

"Nasty drug-slút Mommy needs to Cúm son!” He fastens his pace, thrusting deeper as he slaps my bréast. Peak builds. “Fúck harder son!” I say as my vagina contracts strongly, my milk shoots out with force, reaching the abdominal area. "Cummming! Son,your cóck is heaven!" He roars, dumps ropes and hot paints my cervix. It fills me up. The door flies open instantly as my brother Mike, and my nephews Tim and Luke burst in with laughter, pizza boxes drop from Lukes's hand as he sees what is happening. Jake had forgotten to lock the door and we were both naked with him on top of me.

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.