Erotic Mom Son Stories Novels & Stories

Teenage son induces his horny mother into incest. NB: The following story has themes of incest/taboo sex, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. please comment, rate, and share. Thank you. Enjoy reading.. ************ Honestly, the decision to seduce my mother and make her my slut was my choice, the actual suggestion could more accurately be said to come from my mother. I'll explain, several months ago I discovered my mom's pen name, under which she writes erotic stories. I had recognized the name at once and with a little digging, I confirmed that she was the author. I was also able to find several other accounts under the same name, all of which dealt with erotica in on

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

Eric's face darkened as he hissed coldly, "You can talk until you're blue in the face, but there's no way I'm your son. My dad is Jerome Thornton, and he's standing right here." Brielle mumbled painfully, "My precious son, I…" Eric exploded, "You're crazy! I've had enough of you! If you want to tell your stories, then do it by yourself. I'm not listening anymore. I'm out." He waved his hand dismissively and moved to leave. Jerome barked, "Eric, sit down. Let's hear what Madam Baxter has to say." Eric shouted angrily, "I already told you that there's no way I'm her son. Dad, you raised me… Do you really think it's possible?"

“Jeremy, who’s the one making a scene here? While I was away on business, you brought your little fling into our home and had our son call her ‘Mom’! And now you want me to just let it slide? Dream on!” Taking a deep breath, I tried to keep my emotions in check before delivering the final blow. “Jeremy, we’re done. Let’s get divorced.” Dan immediately started sobbing. “Mom! Mom! You can’t leave me and Dad!” He wailed, “Auntie Shannon said if I called her ‘Mom’ when she picked me up from school, she’d buy me my favorite toys! Wahhh!” Shannon looked pitifully at Jeremy. “Jeremy, it’s not what you think… I just wanted Dan to feel like he had a mother since he’s been missing his real one for so

she seemed dreamy as she started “His mother was married to my son, Eric Sebastian Snr, Until his death when Sebastian was just two years old. His mom remarried about seven to eight years after, she felt he needed a father’s figure in his life. He was a green snake under the green grass. Kabir was a demon, he was hitting her and even sexually assaulting her. She never said anything to me or to my husband.

I had sex with that son of a bitch all over again after I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to do it and that’s when my mom saw us . My mom sees me in bed with her husband and she’s so furious, so angry , so mad at me and what she does . She told me the craziest thing that I didn’t want to hear . She asked my fucking step father to have sec with me , they wanted me to be a baby producing machine to them . I thought that he loved me , I thought that even though what we had was forbidden , I thought that we had something together. I thought that this is going to get something that would turn out to be better but I was wrong , I was so freaking wrong about it .

my mom explained with tears streaming down her cheeks “Oh my God. So you’re leaving today?” “Yes. Now” “Huh? What about me? I’ll be left here all alone” I asked worriedly “No sweetheart. You remember aunty Emily? Her son Leo will be coming over to stay with you while I’m still away. Aunty Emily too has travelled so I suggested she let Leo come and stay with you” my mom explained “I don’t know any Leo. What if I don’t like him?” “He’s a nice guy. He’s been here with us before but you were a little younger at that time so you might not actually remember him. Don’t worry, he’ll take good care of you” my mom caressed my cheeks

When I got my first project payment, he was even more excited than I was. Our relationship grew stronger and sweeter after weathering that storm. One evening, the three of us were watching TV together. A parenting show was on, and one of the very put-together moms was complaining about how hard it was to raise kids. Felix watched for a bit, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, I think you're prettier than her." I smiled. "Why's that?" "Because…" He thought about it, then said seriously, "Because you're my mom. And also, when you're working, your eyes light up. Daddy says that's called having dreams."

But halfway there, he stopped. He looked down at his own hands — covered in dust — and slowly pulled them back. "Just don't tell her about me," he whispered. "She doesn't need to know." I didn't answer. I just took my daughter's hand. "Let's go." She glanced back once, curious. "Mommy, why was that man crying?" I smiled softly. "Because sometimes grown-ups make mistakes, and it makes them sad." The sunlight was warm and clear. I held her hand and kept walking.