Mom Addictions Manhwa Novels & Stories

Mom screamed as Karen fucked her so hard I could hear their skin slapping together. Karen's small, but perfect tits were bouncing and her long blonde hair was clinging to her sweating face. I could see her smiling down at Mom while she fucked her and could feel my cock again closing in on its release. Letting go of Mom's left leg, Karen placed her hand on Mom's pussy and started playing with her clit. "Oh, right there honey," Mom called out, "Oh let me cum on the cock!"

The memory engulfed me before I could stop it. Mom's hands in my hair. Before the drugs took over. Before she couldn't go to bed without them. Couldn't stay awake without them. She used to make me breakfast every morning. Eggs and bacon. Sometimes pancakes. She'd ruffle my hair just like that. Kiss my forehead. Tell me she loved me. She was a young woman with so much color in her eyes. Until Dad ruined her. Until he broke her down piece by piece. Until there was nothing left but an addict who couldn't see past her next hit.

Mom was still upstairs, the distant sound of running water from her bath the only thing keeping us from total exposure. But holy fuck, this was just the beginning. I could already feel the addiction setting in, the rush of the forbidden, the way his rough hands had claimed me. I knew I'd crave more, need him to use me again and again, pushing the boundaries until we shattered them. The next morning, everything felt deceptively normal on the surface, like we were playing roles in some twisted family sitcom. Mom was in the kitchen, humming an off-key tune as she flipped pancakes on the griddle, the sizzle of bacon filling the room with its greasy aroma.

"Already?" "Yes! The gambling den reported this morning. He took the bait completely." I allowed myself a small smile of satisfaction. Marcus, my stepmother's maid's son, was exactly the kind of man I had expected him to be. Greedy. Reckless. Utterly incapable of resisting temptation. When we had arranged for him to "accidentally" win big at one of Silvercrest's underground gambling establishments, he had reacted precisely as predicted. Instead of walking away with his winnings, he had returned the next night. And the night after that.

You're right," she said. Just then, their phones chimed at the same time. They pulled out their phones and tapped on the notifications. "Moms, when are you coming home? The other Moms are already here. It's my birthday today. I'm going to get angry if you don't come home soon." William's childish whining echoed through the room. Both Gloria and Joanne smiled at the same time. They carefully lifted their phones and sent voice messages to William to coax him. It was a familiar sight. They used to coax me like that in the past.

Should have gone back to my own room before my mom or Richard woke up and saw me walking out of here with fresh marks on my skin. Instead I nodded and let him pull me against his chest. I hated him. I needed him. And somewhere between the hate and the need I was starting to realize I was already addicted. This was only the second time. And I already knew there would be a third. A fourth. A hundred more. Jace’s hand stroked down my back slow and possessive. His voice was quiet in the dark. “You are going to be the death of me Kai.” I closed my eyes and pressed my face into his neck.

Creepy hot is still creepy. Aurelia snorted, typing back: Tell me about it. Lunch loomed, but her mind drifted to the house. Would Ronan be there when she returned? Touching her mom again, or worse, seeking her out? The thought made her squirm in her chair, pussy clenching at the forbidden promise. Ronan's chaos defied code; he was a virus in her system, rewriting her desires.

“Mommy’s tit are already full again. And this cunt? It’s addicted.” I groan, cock twitching back to life. “Fuck, Mom. You’re gonna kill me.” She laughs, low and throaty, arches into my hand as I squeeze her tit, milk squirting between my fingers. “Oh, baby…” She rolls on top of me, tits dragging across my chest, milk smearing everywhere, pussy grinding on my half-hard cock. “We’re just getting started. By the time Dad gets back, I’ll be dripping with your cum 24/7. And these tits? They’ll never run dry.”

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

For six months, I pick through trash to scrape together enough money to buy Mom a beautiful dress for her birthday. I can't wait to give it to her. But the moment I hand her the dress, her gentle smile vanishes. She screams, shoves me to the floor, and grabs a chair. She brings it down on me again and again. "Did that monster put you up to this? Did he tell you to give me this dress just to hurt me? You've got his blood in your veins! I should've known you'd turn on me!" She beats me until I'm barely breathing, then runs out of the house, leaving me alone on the cold floor. As my vision blurs, a book suddenly opens before my eyes. That's when I learn the truth. I'm the tragic male lead