Indian Mom Son Incest Novels & Stories

"Tristan requires a crucible to forge him into suitable shape. My son made rather a disastrous muddle of our Asia acquisitions. Bringing that situation to heel would prove an illuminating test of Young Sterling's capabilities." Pine's son had been transferred out after nearly triggering an international incident with his careless mismanagement. The role had yet to be filled and Asia operations languished in costly disarray. Naomi nodded slowly. "I will pass along the offer through appropriate channels. Tristan can prove his competence or reveal bloodline inadequacies." Pine raised his glass toward her. His craggy face was stoic but Naomi sensed the predator inside was pleased. "We shall see

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

And who said I dumped Justin? Everyone looked confused. "Didn't you say it yourself? That you were the mother?" "I've always treated Adrian like a younger brother," Rowena quickly explained. "The baby lost his mother the moment he was born. I became his godmother so he wouldn't grow up being bullied." "You should've told us that sooner, Rowena. With the way you set all this up, we thought this was your biological son!" "And where's Justin, anyway? We haven't seen him at all. Don't tell me he's mad."

Dave asked in fury. "Get your filthy hands off me Dave! I have no idea what you and your mother have planned against me. First it was your mother who cane here early this morning claiming that I had raped her and she is pregnant. And now it's you the son that has come after me. Has what I've been doing for your family not been enough for you two?!" Mr Adams yelled. "You filthy animal! My mother is dead! You here me?! She is dead! Why did you have to send Mr Charles over to our house with money to give my mother for abortion?! She died during the abortion!" Dave said and everywhere went silent.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

My pussy melted around my son's dick. "Mom!" he groaned. I smiled down at him as I rode him, my pussy about to burst with incestuous delight. His friend hammered my asshole. He fucked my bowels with all that he had. It was just so good to have him burying into my bowels. I groaned, savoring that delight so much. He plowed to the hilt in me. "Oh, my god!" I squealed as I plunged down my son's cock. Jarrod buried into my asshole. I burst in rapture. "Yes, yes, I'm such a slutty mommy!"

He may not see me as his mother, he was still my son. “Last I remember, you are in no position to speak in that tone,” Pularis spoke, a cold tone in his voice, filled with authority, that dragged my eyes back to him. “We’ve received an anonymous report that you have been abusing your wife, dear Alpha. Doesn’t sound like anything a werewolf of your rank- or any in general- should be doing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

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.

"Oh, is Anastasia there? Put her on, I want to ask her about shoes." Tristan pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects my lips to his tip. I gasp for air, my face flushed, my neck marked by the belt. He grabs my arm and hauls me up, tossing me onto the king-size bed. I bounce on the mattress, breathless and dazed. He hands me the phone. "Try not to make sound babygirl," he whispers, his voice rough. I take the phone with a trembling hand. "H-hey, Mom," I stammer.