Mom And Son Sex Confessions Novels & Stories

"Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!" The guy snapped. "You crazy old bitch, what the hell is your problem?!" He jabbed a finger at Zoey. "What about all those times she came to the salon for free treatments and tried to hook up with me? I've been sleeping with her forever. Now she wants to act innocent?" The whole room erupted. Mom's face went pale. Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Zoey scanned the room before her gaze locked onto me. "You did this, didn't you?!"

I say with a mischievous grin. "You have a rather Machiavellian mind, my dear, but maybe one of these days, I'll take you up on that." We both start laughing, and out of nowhere, mom opens my bedroom door. Unable to help it, we both laugh even harder. "You two seem very cheerful; what are you planning now?" She asks, alternating her gaze between the two of us. "Nothing, mom." I respond with a pout, "we're just talking about seduction techniques." Mom looks at us, not quite convinced by my words, but she lets it slide, at least for the moment.

I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend. I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet. Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a wo

"I'm sorry I was such a whore, but... I just got so lonely. Even with my new tits, you just didn't pay attention to me." "Yeah," he groaned. "Just... busy at work. Things are stressful. I'll pay more attention. To you. To Matti." "And so will our son," Mom purred as she reached behind her and parted her butt-cheeks. She flashed her asshole at me. I hurried to her and pressed my cock against that naughty hole. Matti whimpered behind me. I glanced at her settling on the couch and fingering her sloppy cunt full of Dad's jizz. She masturbated as I thrust my cock against our mother's asshole.

“excuse me Mom what did you say?" Damien asked for Maria to smirk. “Ask your father who he has been fucking that wants him to divorce me," Maria said with a pitiful face..... "Stop Mom.. you can go the extra mile just to satisfy your hate and Am not falling for it. If Dad has been fucking Mrs. Adam, then you made him do it beside my father isn't that stupid "Damien said before he press his bedside button and a few minutes a nurse came in.

Liam didn't give me a friendly look either and nodded in agreement, which made me boil with anger. Unfit? All these years, I've sacrificed my own life and my career to take care of Liam, who has health problems. Adrian, on the other hand, has been too busy with work to ever show any concern for Liam's condition. He has no right to speak to me like that. “If you think I'm unfit, you can go ahead and terminate our mother-son relationship. Anyway, Liam doesn't want me as his mother.” I frowned angrily at the two of them, and then I saw a fleeting look of triumph in Adrian's eyes.

He coldly averted his eyes and answered the paparazzi's questions curtly. "Yes, I'm already married, and I have a five-year-old son. However, I do not have an affair with anyone else, and I certainly do not have any children born out of wedlock."

“Mom, stop crying. Dad isn’t dead at all.” My whole body stiffened. “He’s just scum. Behind your back, he’s running off with his true love. They’ve eloped abroad for their honeymoon.” I shot my head up. The hallway was empty, completely empty. I thought I must be imagining things from crying. I took a deep breath, ready to stand. Then the voice came again. “It’s me, Mom. I’m your son! “Dad wanted you to terminate me because he was afraid you’d claim the inheritance. He thought you didn’t know how much money he had.”

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

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol