Erotic Mother Son Stories Novelas e Histórias

The kind of calm that comes from having calculated every possible outcome. My mother takes the phone. Her hands tremble so violently the device slips through her fingers and clatters onto the marble floor. Her own hand flies to her mouth, stifling a choked cry that is part horror, part devastation. "Mom, what’s going on?" I pull away from Paul’s touch, the connection suddenly feeling toxic. "Don’t act surprised, Penny!" Gayle snarls, her face twisting with a disgust so visceral it makes me step back. "You’ve been sleeping with this man? Penny, have you gone completely nuts?"

"What my son did was unacceptable—cheating on you and then attempting to force himself on you." "But even then, why would you…" "Listen to me," I huff, placing a hand over her mouth to stop her attempts at convincing herself that what was going on between us was wrong. "What my son did was wrong. Maybe if you had been the one to hurt him and then come to me, things would be different, but as it stands, he was the one who didn’t see your worth, and that makes you free game. Since he didn't keep you by his side and cherish you, I will."

The sounds of the crowd surged back---laughter, congratulations, praise. They surrounded me, yet none of it was meant for me. An exhibition themed "My Mother," starring my husband, the son I'd carried for ten months, and my son's "Mommy." I was just the human who'd delivered Luke, the nanny who handled discipline and restriction. The love and joy of motherhood had long been handed to someone else by Lucien.

He reaches around, finds my clit and rubs it fast while he keeps pounding into me. “Fuck daddy.” I cry out. That familiar feeling in my stomach again. “Daddy, I’m coming.” “Come for me baby.” He growled. I cum hard, waves after waves crashing through me but he doesn't stop. Turning me over so that my back was on the bed, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and started slamming into me again. My squirt creamed around his thick cock while he slams into my spasming pussy over and over. “Milk my cock baby. Who fucks you so good?” He growled as he squeezed his hands around my neck. I clenched my pussy around his cock, making him groan in pleasure before I replied, “Only you Daddy.”

I watched the white lotion disappear into her pink heat, turning into a clear, slippery mess as it mixed with her juices. "Mmm-gh! Yes, Eddie... right there," she moaned, her hips tilting up to meet his hand. "Dig into me. Show her how you open a woman up. Tell me, Lila... tell me how it looks to see a son take care of his mother's needs." It was bad; it was a taboo. But they weren't blood, so it diluted the rawness of this forbidden act.

His flesh was now glistening as more and more precum oozed from that mushroom-shaped tip. "Yes, baby," she confessed. "Not until I saw your cock and call out dirty things you should never, ever say." Levi groaned and squeezed his rigid cock flesh tighter. His mother was just now seeing how much he loved her watching him. Maybe just watching and being watched would be enough for them without resorting to actual fucking to satisfy themselves. No one could ever come back from anything as wrong as mother-son incest. What they'd been doing so far was already bad enough, but at least she could hold her head up and tell herself she wasn't one of those desperate women who fuck their own sons.

The mother lay back and without thinking spread her legs; she instinctually knew she needed to adjust her position so that her sons plundering phallus had more direct access to her fertile womb. Slowly, Jason began to draw his thick cock out of his mother, and Deborah found her voice again. "Oh sweetie!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around her son's waist and gripping Jason't taut butt. "You fill mommy so nicely!" She moaned sultrily while he sighed and graciously bottomed back out inside of her. Mother and son lay like that for a few minutes as Deborah took some time to allow her grippy pussy to adjust to her son's impressive girth and length. She ran her calves up and down the back of his

We tip toed to the corner of the room and hid by the side, in the dark as we listened to our mom and her new husband having sex. Their voices were blurry because they were breathing heavily but I could hear them clearly. “Are you holding your ankles?” Kyren, my new step father said and my mom replied. “Yes I am baby. Please come and fuck me real good.” “That is my queen.” There were light foot steps on the mahogany floor, most likely Kyren approach my mother and I heard a halt. He stopped. “Ahhh fuck!” I heard my mom moan out loud but I could not understand what he was doing to her.

“But we’ve done it, Mom… We’ve slept together for a couple of times. We love each other. We match each other. There’s nothing wrong with that.” “Stop it! Stop it please!” screamed Mrs. Columba Rajadi pointing her finger to her son. Of course, she was different with her husband who would raise up his hand to beat their sons or give them any kinds of corporal punishment. “Mom… I do love him, as an elder brother who loves his younger brother, and also as a man who loves his lover… I love him very and very deeply, Mom… I don’t think I can survive alone in this world without him by my side,” Eriwan’s tears began to rise up and in the next seconds, they began to roll down on his cheeks.

They shared a deep kiss but over mums shoulder Dad gave me the sexiest smile then a wink. I walked away I didn’t want to watch mum all over him knowing what we have been doing. A few minutes later Henry came up behind me and tapped my shoulder. “Did you get a little bit envious? I know you did”. “Yes I did daddy I'm so turned on and I don’t want to see you all being dirty with mum.” I think he enjoyed hearing those words, turning him on a little bit more, even though he wasn’t my blood dad, me calling him that in a sexual tone was a huge turn on for him. I noticed a tent rising in his pants.