Erotic Mother Son Stories Novels & Stories

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

My head falls back against the cabinet door, and a long, broken moan escapes me. Instead of pushing him away, I find myself spreading my legs wider, inviting the intrusion. It’s madness. My daughter could walk through that door at any second. She could walk in and see her boyfriend finger-deep in her mother’s pussy, ruining everything we’ve ever had. But the fear is drowned out by the touch of electric need he’s built in me over the last week. I don’t want him to stop, I want him to bring me to the edge, hopefully before the sound of a car in the driveway shatters the moment.

He stayed there, his heart hammering. He exploded. He filled his stepmother’s pussy with a massive, hot flood of seed. It was so much that it mixed with the honey and the cream, running out of her and onto the dark wood. He came for a long time, his whole body shaking with the power of it. Sarah’s climax hit her like a wave. She screamed and grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. They stayed like that, two messy, sticky bodies in the middle of the grand room.

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…"

He took a deep breath, as if trying to rid himself of the weight of that memory. "I left without looking back, determined to start over. But… years later…" He paused, his eyes meeting Jussara’s. "My son appeared in my life a little over a year ago. We’re not exactly like father and son, but I’m trying hard to be the father I was never able to be. I know I still have a long way to go, but I’m committed." Jussara listened closely, sensing the vulnerability in his words. "I wanted you to know this story, dear," he said, holding her hand gently. "And I want it to be different with our baby. I want to be present. I want to build a real family, and I want to do that by your side."

"What did that guy do to her?" "What didn't he do, damn it? But love just makes you an idiot, that's all I can say. Although, with the woman he got, I'm surprised she didn't kill him sooner. I'll just tell you it's very similar to what happened with your parents; the mafia guy ended up being tamed by a petite woman." He starts laughing, and my laughter joins his because I know it's true; my mother, despite being so short, can silence my father with just a glance.

She took another look at the DVD cover in her hand then turned it over and began to read the back out loud. "'A Mother's Seduction' The steamy story of a lonely frustrated Mother and her hidden desire, and the son who is determined to break down her defenses and take advantage of her weaknesses." I sat there waiting for the hammer to drop. I was thoroughly embarrassed and terrified at the same time. She looked down at me from the DVD case coldly then let her eyes drift to the TV. The son was working his hard dick in and out of his mother from behind and the mother was begging him to do it harder. Had he done it any harder he would have driven his mother into the next room.

"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.

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

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *