Lusting For Mom Novels & Stories

“It has to be. Mason, do you even hear yourself? You’re my…” “Don’t,” he cut me off sharply, jaw flexing. “Don’t reduce me to a title. You know damn well I’m more than that.” My breath faltered. The way he looked at me like I was something he craved, something he’d fight for was more intoxicating than any drink I’d ever had. And more terrifying. “Mason, please,” I said, softer now, almost pleading. “If we don’t stop this, it’ll destroy everything. My mom, your dad… us.”

Esther tested the waters and said, "Mom, can we bring him out for dinner later?" My stomach began rumbling when I heard that. I carefully said, "Mom, I'm hungry." However, Mom just shoved me back into the tank with a cold expression on her face and said, "Your sisters might have obeyed me for now, but I know that they're only doing so reluctantly. "You know that you're just a dog, right? So, you'd better be a good dog and fulfill your purpose so that Esther and Emily will never dare to disobey me ever again."

Natalia's POV My mom throw a hard gaze "What do you mean to hang on to the invisible?, that hot boy that you are dating is more than enough to make you have two minds about leaving here" My Mom said with all seriousness "Seriously Mom, hot boy? that sounds somehow" I said and she chuckled "I swear Natty, if I'm that kind of women that love boys younger than them...the new-adults age fuckers, I would have taken in that boy, he is so 'damn" my Mom said whilst turning back to do her things.

Just long enough to make my stomach clench and my thighs press together under the table. His expression was tight, guarded, but the heat in his gaze betrayed him. I tilted my spoon into my mouth slowly, deliberately, letting my tongue drag against it in a seductive manner. His jaw flexed. My mother didn’t notice a thing. It was intoxicating. Later, when the house went quiet and my mother’s door clicked shut, I lay in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Every sound made me ache. Every creak of the floorboards made my pulse quicken with hope.

But my feet moved on their own, pulling me toward that narrow gap until I was standing right outside. ​I looked through the crack. ​Vance was behind her, his large hands gripping my mother’s hips. He was driving into her with a steady, punishing rhythm. My mother’s face was buried in the pillows, her hands gripping the headboard as she let out another loud, desperate moan. ​A wave of absolute, toxic jealousy crashed over me.

Mom’s sweet moans made me do more, hungry for more, wanting and desperate for more to happen. Soon, I realized her cave was getting more and more slippery, enough for me to enter. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff erection. Mom’s eyes were filled with lust and I loved seeing it. Her hand went to my manhood and rubbed it softly before she finally moved and knelt in front of me. Trying hard to control my breathing, I watched as mom began to start licking my cock. I held her head, caressing her gently before I lost control and thrust in a bit deeper.

I should be thinking of cutting her up and sending pieces of her back to her bastard father. Revenge boiled and sharp in my chest, mixing with something else. Hunger. I should have thrown her out. Shut my eyes to the tempting curve of her spine, or the way her dress slipped down her shoulder. Or the soft moan that slipped out of her when she turned and lay on her stomach, her dress riding up her thigh. I should have called security. But my feet wouldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but stare at the angel in my bed, anger and lust swirling together low in my gut.

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.

But the memory of her thighs trembling around me, the memory of her pussy walls clenching around my fingers… it was very fresh in my mind, so NO! I couldn’t be calm. Hearing her confess to Mila about how she had always wanted me and how she had deliberately planned our escapades, it triggered my own buried lust, I have never been more turned on in my life. I squeezed my eyes shut. I know I shouldn’t have touched her– shouldn’t have given in. I shouldn’t have let my anger turn into lust. I shouldn’t have… “Dian!” Her voice. Sharp and desperate. Then footsteps followed, it sounded fast and determined.

It was frustrating, but not for long because when we walked into the house, there was something worse to be frustrated about. The sink was full of dishes. All waiting for me. “Hi mom,” I greeted as she walked down the stairs to us. She was already in her waitress uniform and had her bag on her shoulder and an unlit cigarette between her slightly perked lips. Kelly went to give her a hug. “Hi baby, how was your day?” She kissed Kelly on the lips. I watched as Kelly followed my mom around the room showing her the picture we printed. My mother rarely smiled. She always wore a tired-but-got-it-all-together look. She always held her head high and her hair was always either down or in a low ponyta