Mom And Son Sex Stories Novels & Stories

TITLE: My Mom & I Introduction: Busty mom and well-hung son go on a cross country road trip. Hi Guys, This story describes the adventures of a busty mom and her well-hung son, both of them blessed with incredible sexual endurance. If that's not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere—I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Please note: This story contains a lot of erotic scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Enjoy.... ********* "Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?" Hal Preston asked his wife and son.

Mom releases my bust, slides her hand down to my stomach, and strokes. "Later when I took you home, I realized it was just the two of us against the world. They kicked me out because I spent one drunken night with a stranger, and got pregnant with you. I would've been married to the Alpha's son at eighteen." Mom is still stroking my stomach, making me feel utterly uncomfortable. "You know what I thought about?" Mom questions. "N-n-no," how cranky my stammer comes out shows how afraid I am right now. "Killing you," she blurts out.

But no matter how he moved, the sinew rope held him fast. He begged, "Mom, I was wrong. I really was wrong. Please let me go, okay? I'm begging you. I promise I'll take good care of you for the rest of your life." Mom focused on aiming at his leg bone and didn't turn around. "When you were killing my daughter, did she beg you like this, too?" The blade fell, and Grayson's leg bone made a cracking sound. He nearly blacked out from the pain. Mom said, "Oh, it didn't come off? Sorry, I'm getting old and weak. I'll make another cut right now."

My body goes rigid, cock beats against her bare body. Our moans blend, heartbeat races alike. Thick sweat breaks out of my pores. It feels like a dream. I'm fucking my stepmom. The feel of her juicy pussy on my cock drives me nuts. I pull back and push in, this time, thrusting into her body. Holy. Shit. My body goes rigid for the tenth time, and I try to contain the vibrations that rock through me. “You feel so good…” My voice is caught in my throat, body moves in and out of her wetness without regret.

Mom asked, slowing her grinding to a near halt. "No. I've done lots of other stuff. It's not like I'm a kid. I've had plenty of blow-jobs, but I've never gone all the way." She laughed. "Like Mother, like son. Sometime we'll have to hear about those blow-jobs. Penny, I assume?" "Penny, and a few more." "My big boy, the stud. You should tell your old man. He'd be proud. So then what happened?" I had my hands on Mom's incredible ass by this time, and I was pushing my cock against her, feeling her moistness lather up my shaft.

The mother lay back and without thinking spread her legs; she instinctually knew she needed to adjust her position so that her sons plundering phallus had more direct access to her fertile womb. Slowly, Jason began to draw his thick cock out of his mother, and Deborah found her voice again. "Oh sweetie!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around her son's waist and gripping Jason't taut butt. "You fill mommy so nicely!" She moaned sultrily while he sighed and graciously bottomed back out inside of her. Mother and son lay like that for a few minutes as Deborah took some time to allow her grippy pussy to adjust to her son's impressive girth and length. She ran her calves up and down the back of his

He yanked my thighs open, slamming forward, his cock filling me immediately. “Ja… Ja… son!” I stuttered, moaning out loud. The feeling of his cock stretching me made a shiver run down my spine. “You horny bitch! You took his cock and now you’ll take mine with every vigor you used in taking him too,” Jason retorted. My moans slipped before bouncing off the walls. My eyes darted to the door, noticing a presence by it—Jason’s Father stood there stroking his cock, his palm rolling precum across the tip.

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the disgusting image of Sean, my long-time fiancé of three years, cheating on me with an average-height, dark-skinned Flora on our matrimonial bed. Soon-to-be matrimonial bed. I had found him fucking her on the supposed matrimonial bed we were meant to share after marriage. When I arrived home to surprise my ex-fiancé, the first sound I heard was a loud moan as I opened the door. Clothes were flung around the couch and on the floor. Following the trail, I picked up the bra and panties I saw on the passage leading to the room. I kept trying to convince myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then the screams and moans became lou

Maybe even let him slide inside me for a few desperate strokes before pulling away again. But tonight, something was different. At first, I thought I was imagining it. A faint rhythmic thump through the thin walls. Then it grew clearer. The familiar creak and slam of their bedframe. Mom’s breathy moans starting soft and quickly turning loud, unrestrained. “Yes, Daddy… fuck me harder…” Her voice carried clearly, raw and needy. My stomach twisted violently.

Mom was extra furious that day. The rod came down much harder than it used to be. Unable to hold it in, I howled. Mom only got angrier. "What are you screaming for? I can no longer dance after giving birth to you, so your dad got himself a mistress! And you're a good-for-nothing, too! I can't believe you only got second place… How could you have gotten second place? You want everyone to point fingers at me, don't you? In your dreams!"