Erotic Mother Son Stories Novels & Stories

"I hope so. Making love to you is impossible to describe: so wrong but so good; taboo but irresistible. That we have to keep it a secret -- well, mostly -- is intoxicating." I leaned down, and we kissed, deep and hard, our tongues wrestling. We broke apart, panting. Mom held me. "You have an erection, son." "It's because of my mother." She stroked me slowly. "Your naked mother?" I grasped one of her nipples and squeezed. "Yes." Mom licked one of my nipples; making my cock flex as she talked. "Your naked mother with a very wet pussy?" I slid my hand down between her legs and ran one finger along her slit. "Why is my mother's vagina so wet?"

Christian’s grip tightened, his thrusts erratic. “Fuck, I’m close,” he growled, and my mother laughed. “Cum down her throat,” she ordered, slamming her fingers deeper. “Fill her up.” He did, his cock pulsing as hot spurts hit the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow. I came hard, my scream muffled by his shaft, my pussy clenching around her fingers. He pulled out, cum and spit dripping from my lips as I gasped for air. My mother withdrew her hand, licking my juices off her fingers with a smirk.

They sort of had a psychic connection. “Mom!” Juliette cried, “I am so glad that we are getting together tonight. It has been way too long!” “Honey, I couldn’t agree more. You’ve been working so hard that you haven’t had a second for anything else.” “So much has been happening…” Juliette started, but her mother interrupted. “I know! So much has been happening. Martin and I went to Hawaii, you know…Remember that man I am dating?” “Yes, yes, I remember.” Juliette wondered how her mother could possibly think she might have forgotten the one and only man her mother had ever dated. They’d met a few months ago, and Juliette could tell that he made her mother happy.

¨ he yelled at his father, just having enough already today. ¨Son do not yell at your father dear, you know he means well, we both do! We are worried sometimes about you, you know, we know all this is hard on you and we really want to see you happy again! to be loved again by some nice woman who would take care of you and would love you for what you are darling! Is it wrong to wish and hope for our only son?¨ his mom says with a heavy heart.

She was going to get fucked hard by her own son. Aaron was too overcome with lust to even think about anything anymore. He broke the kiss, taking his shirt off, and moved his mouth to one of his mother's small, perky breasts. He flicked her hard nipple with his tongue before engulfing her breast in his mouth once again. He slowly moved his free hand to his mother's wet slit, running his finger along her lips through her lace panties. "Oh fuck, baby!" she cooed, shivers being sent down her spine every time her son's fingers pressed into her sopping pussy.

I was nineteen. His son’s ex-girlfriend. An hour ago, I’d been crying in the rain because of that same son, my chest aching, my heart raw and bruised. Now I was pressed against Ethan, my breath hot against his ear, my hand stroking him through his clothes until I felt how hard he was, how badly he wanted this—wanted me. It was wrong. I knew it was. But when I whispered his name and felt the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched, something inside me snapped.

And my mother, that's a story for another time. None of it is enough. The daylight jobs are a joke. That’s why I’m here. The bass of the club is a physical weight, thumping against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Room is a seedy pit of sweat and lust, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne, cheap perfume, and the sharp, musky tang of sex. It’s a sex club, a place where inhibitions are checked at the door along with the cover charge. I adjust the silk mask covering my eyes, the only shield I have against the depravity around me. My outfit is barely there—a black latex bodysuit that hugs my curves like a second skin, cut high on my thighs and plunging deep at the chest t

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.."