Erotic Mother Son Stories Novels & Stories

Faith wasn't sure how to traverse this new relationship, and so she got online to look up information about incestuous mother-son relationships. She often read erotic stories online and masturbated to some of them, they were usually romantic and passionate. Faith decided to enter a search for mother-son incest on her favorite story site. She was aghast at all the stories that pulled up from her search. There were at least several dozen stories on screen and there were more pages to access too. She only had a few hours before her beloved Chris would be home. She was going out with him tonight and thought she needed to be ready for her first date with her son.

He yanked my thighs open, slamming forward, his cock filling me immediately. “Ja… Ja… son!” I stuttered, moaning out loud. The feeling of his cock stretching me made a shiver run down my spine. “You horny bitch! You took his cock and now you’ll take mine with every vigor you used in taking him too,” Jason retorted. My moans slipped before bouncing off the walls. My eyes darted to the door, noticing a presence by it—Jason’s Father stood there stroking his cock, his palm rolling precum across the tip.

"The risk? The lie?" "Yes," she moaned, her head lolling back. "Ah... yes! Harder, Damien!" "You're a little brat," he growled, increasing the pace. "A little, spoiled brat who wants her mother's boss to ruin her." "Ruin me then," she challenged, her voice a desperate whisper. "Just... oh! Right there!" Damien found the spot, hitting her G-spot with every deep, punishing thrust. Rhema’s vision began to blur, the pleasure building into a towering wave that threatened to drown her. She could hear her mother’s footsteps returning, the soft thud of heels on the carpet.

She groaned and rode Dad. "Yes, yes, pleasure us both, slut!" growled Dad. "Gladly!" the mother superior moaned. "Ooh, ooh, both of you are so amazing. Father and his son... Two big dicks! Yes! Fill me up with your holy spirit!" I loved it. I fucked away at her asshole, savoring the way she held me. It was incredible to have her massaging me with that velvety bowels. I pumped away at her as she wiggled her hips, stirring her holes around us.

he groaned against my lips, already tugging at my nightshirt, ripping it over my head. “You’ve said that before,” I gasped, arching into him. His laugh was dark, broken. “God help me.” And then there were no more words, only skin, only heat, only the reckless, forbidden rhythm of him hitting my hole from the back. When I finally collapsed against him, body limp, lungs burning, I knew nothing would ever be the same again. I belonged to him now. And I didn’t care what it cost. Not even if it meant eliminating my mother. Fuck I should make plans for that soonest. The earlier the better.

"Can't admit that you've been wanting my cock just as bad as I've wanted your tight little cunt?" He reached down, wrapping his hand around his shaft, giving it a slow stroke that made my mouth water. "I know the truth, stepmom. I've heard you." My cheeks burned with humiliation. "Heard me? What are you talking about?" He chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Those nights when Dad's not around, I've heard you moaning my name, fingering that wet pussy of yours, pretending it's me inside you. Fuck, it's driven me crazy. I've jerked off to those sounds more times than I can count, imagining burying myself balls-deep in you. But I waited. Waited for the right time. And today?

The thought of being caught turned me even more to the fact that it was his son I was married to, but he was the only one making me feel much alive. And then I imagine it. My husband walks in, opens the door, and finds his wife naked across the bed, with his father's cock buried across her pussy while she moans like loud music. He would scream, he would break but I don't fucking care, because I love it so much. That image alone sends me over the edge. My organism slammed into me so hard I arched off the bed, my mouth open in a silent cry, my thigh shook, my entire body clenched as the forbidden pleasure tore through me.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

I could feel the wetness of our bodies mixing, the sound of my pussy squelching around his thick shaft filling the room. "Do you like this, Mom?" he gasped, his breath hot on my neck. "Do you like having your son's cock deep in your pussy? Tell me!" "I love it! I love it so much!" I wailed, my hips grinding against him, trying to take every inch of him. "Fuck me like a whore! Treat me like your toy! Just don't stop!"

and Axel will too, and that’s enough. But as Killian cradles our son, his mention of Lucia and Samuel lingers, a spark of something new, something dangerous. Another fated pair, another fight against the elders’ laws. I see the conflict in his eyes, the need to fix a broken system for our children’s sake. And I know, deep down, this isn’t the end. There’s another story coming, one that might pull us back into the fire. BOOK TWO: Mated to my Father's Best Friend will come soon!