Mom And Son Making Out Novels & Stories

However, the very next second, Elena clutched her stomach and leaned into his arms, saying she couldn't be triggered. Ian immediately instructed the security guards to drag us out. "Don't let them make a scene here." Those were the last words he said. It was raining cats and dogs when Mom and I were shoved out the hotel entrance. Mom was soaked to the bone, but she still refused to leave, her eyes completely locked onto the bright lights inside. Later on, I chased after Ian and refused to let go, clutching the corner of his coat and asking him why he had abandoned us. Losing his patience, he violently shoved me away.

"You are the Alpha King. And you are—" "Older," I said. "Yes." "I am aware of my age." "Then you understand why this—" I reached up and held her face with both hands. She stopped speaking immediately, her eyes going wide, her breath catching in a way that was completely audible. I looked at her for one long moment. Then I pressed my lips to hers. Brief and soft, barely a breath of contact, over before she could decide what to do with it. I pulled back. She stared at me. Her eyes were very wide. Something was working behind them, some internal argument I was not privy to.

The chair scraped harshly against the floor. Kyle's face went pale, but my mother smiled with deep satisfaction. That night, Emily and I locked the bedroom door and opened the surveillance feed on our phones. The hidden camera in the guest room had started recording. On screen, my mother and Kyle were sitting on the bed. "You need to take the initiative!" My mother poked Kyle's forehead. "Women are all the same. Once the deed is done, there's no turning back!" Kyle looked hesitant. "Mom… isn't this a little messed up…"

I don't want to have any conversation with her right now. Rejecting the call, and throwng the phone on the car's dashboard, I drop my head agest the head rest and growl. - Woman problans or daddy issues? - Fuck you. My live is a problem. - Who was on the phone? - My "stepmother". - I say, making quotation marks with my hands. Sousa rolls his eyes. - You have a complicated family. Your father's face is in the punching bag, you ignores your stepmother phone call, and you are in love with your new mommy.

Cassidy’s panicked voice called from the room, but Nardy gently stopped her. “Mommy… you need rest,” Nardy said softly, his small hand holding hers. Cassidy’s heart clenched, her fear rising. But her exhausted body couldn’t fight anymore. Nardy gently massaged his mother’s sore shoulders, his small hands surprisingly steady for his age. Cassidy’s eyes grew heavy under his touch, the tension in her body easing little by little. Within minutes, she drifted into a deep sleep. Nardy kissed her forehead softly, then crept to the door. He placed a small camera on the frame, its light blinking faintly, and slipped out of the house.

"You don't have to give me an answer now, I'll just wait till you're ready and spend more time with you both to get to know my son even better... Oh God, it feels surreal to say that." I know right. It felt surreal too, and I wished this moment would stay forever. The way he was staring into my eyes, the way our bodies fitted perfectly against each other, all I wanted to do with him at that moment was kiss him. He probably read my thoughts and dropped his lips onto mine, sealing them together. I felt our emotions pulse through the motions and stopped for a moment to look into my eyes, "are you... we should..." "No". I held his arms to stop him from moving away from me.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Jackson stood up, cradling me in his arms, with him still inside me. "Baby, you're getting hard again," "I wonder why," I hummed, perking his lips. "Okay, if we have to see the parents, we have to stop," he said. "Right," I said before kissing him again. He moaned, his cock twitching inside me. "Fuck, okay maybe a quickie," I sighed rocking myself against him. "Definitely," °°°°° "Well well, look who decided to show up, finally," Jackson's mom said turning to us.

"Dad, Mom, what exactly is going on?" Lincoln, however, kicked him aside. "I'm not your dad! Scram far away!" Leonard clutched his chest in pain and turned to Maria with bloodshot eyes. "Mom, what's going on?" Maria collapsed on the ground, looking despondent. She wiped the tears from her face and continued to deny everything vehemently. "I didn't…" Before she could complete her sentence, I threw an envelope to the floor. Photos spilled out, revealing shameful footage of two people entangled passionately with each other.

he stopped her with his eyes. “Your husband wants to attend to you Leo, let him” the older man said as he gave his son a business handshake and waled out of the office. He pulled her to his lap as he sat down and she took in two gulps of swallowing. “So, what brings you here baby?” he asked. She felt goosebumps all over her body as she could see his dick already rising and regretting her decision for coming her now. “Oh! How I want to fuck you hard on this table so you scream and squirt my name” he said sniffing her neck and the hairs on the back of her neck all stood, unconsciously she gave him more access.

I never imagined that on my way to surprise my son, his girlfriend would mistake me for his mistress—lock me in a basement, and torture me for an entire day. Elara had just graduated middle school—top of her class, sharp as a whip and twice as headstrong. To celebrate, I planned a small getaway: just the three of us. Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe.