Mom And Son Novels & Stories

"Mommy! Sit with me." I dragged Sebastian with me and sat beside Kelly. "Son," the woman said. I was right. She was the mother of Sebastian. Sebastian nodded curtly and when we sat down, he pulled his hands away. Not looking good at all. There was already a high wall created by my dear husband. From the looks at it, it seemed like the woman wanted to break that wall, but did not know how. I must do something to fix this. "Good morning, Mom," I greeted.

"You said so as you still don't understand love. Sometimes, mommy do hope that your life will go smoothly without any challenges. Well, let's stop the topic now. Mommy knows that you're a good boy, then you shall be obedient and take good care of your body, okay?" "Okay, got it." Both the mother and son chatted for a while. Mango felt that it had been a long time since she had engaged in a long conversation with her son. Zion felt also that the moment was extremely wonderful. "He knew that it was not easy for him to snatch the time from Mr. Ye to spend alone with his mommy. If it wasn't due to his body condition and that he was injured, Mr. Ye would have came in to grab mommy." "Looking at t

The poppa up on the roof couldn't hear the screams, but the mischievous son playing video games in his room heard them and came out of his room to see what all the fuss was about. The mischievous son was not surprised to see the momma bent over the table being fucked by the friendly neighbor. He knew the momma had taken other lovers while the poppa was at work during the day, but he had never seen the momma in action before and seeing it made his dick hard. The mischievous son unzipped himself, took out his cock and stroked it while thinking that the momma really couldn't say no lest he tell the poppa what she was doing. The mischievous son walked over to the table and shoved his cock in fro

"Yes, Adrian, tell your mom the stupid things you did that made you fall out on this season's hockey game.” “Dad, will you just chill? It's one month, no big deal.” He stepped forward with his nose flared. Mom quickly stood between us. But she was facing dad. “Don't even think about it.” She fumed. “You won't lay a hand on my son.” “Your son almost killed someone today.” Dad thundered, his eyes sizzling with anger. “A kid named Jim; it turns out they were friends before.” Mom whirled on her feet to face me. Although I was taller, she had to lift her chin to look me in the eyes.

Ch-4 --------------------- Mom: "Thinking about your lying, cheating father, I then look at you, my loving, strapping son. Given my age, I realize that I would be a fool to turn down what might be my last chance at having that second child that I always dreamed about."

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

Like Mom and son had invented their own language that only they could understand. "Oh yes. So good," Pamela said, "My son. OH! My little boy. Not so little. Ha ha! His cock. My cunt. Oh fill it, baby. Fill me up. Please. Mommy... It's OK. Need it. So bad. Oh you're doing so good for Mooommmmy!"

"Even so. You still need to learn how to cook because that's your main duty as his wife. It'll be your fault if he starts looking for a better woman if you don't make a way to make him love you more." I covertly rolled my eyes. Serve that devil? No way. "Good morning, mom and dad!" And speaking of the devil who loves acting like a good boy in front of my parents, there he is. Wearing a black sweatshirt and black pants. "Oh, there you are my son! Come here and have some breakfast!" mom cooed. They even hugged each other as if they haven't seen each other for a decade. Seriously, these guys are so dramatic. "How was your night? Did you sleep well?" mom asked her son.

Mom sweetly said and I burst out laughing. “Mom, the difference between pizza and your opinion is that I asked for pizza,” Ryder smirked while looking at the camera cheekily. “You know that I have “Restless Leg Syndrome,” son,” Mom said which made me panic for a moment before she added, “And I may not stop from kicking your ass, Ryder,” she growled and I was soon tearing up by laughing so much. The mother-son duo were too much !

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn