Mom Jerks Son Novels & Stories

his father spoke up, his voice tense. “I don't know who is trying to hurt my son and you, but it's my responsibility to keep him safe. He will not visit San Diego until the situation calms down.” “Dad, I don't wanna come,” Jeremy protested, his voice shaking. “Shut up and listen to father,” his mother snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. “Why do you care about me now? You never did in the past,” Jeremy asked, his tone bitter. Before anyone could respond, his mother lashed out and slapped Jeremy hard across the cheek. He stumbled back, holding his cheek as tears formed in his eyes.

Bernard immediately patted his head, with a charming smile on his lips: "Your son is ambitious and ambitious, your father is very pleased." Mariana simply submitted to these two narcissistic fellows. She crossed her arms over her chest, with a straight face, and said in a stern voice: "Jeremy, don't play tricks with me. You need to be more formal, Mommy is not joking with you." "Mommy, I'm sorry ..." Jeremy immediately walked over, extended two short hands and hugged onto Mommy's thighs, raising her head, with a sincere and wrong expression on her face, "I won't dare to do it again."

She asked again, getting more suspicious by the second. I took him deeper, swallowing around the head of his cock, my throat squeezing him rhythmically. My throat was filled. Jeremy’s hips jerked involuntarily. He was fighting so fuckin hard not to moan. “Y-yeah, Mom. Everything’s fine. Just game.” His mom sighed. “Alright… but keep it down. Your father has work in the morning.” The door finally clicked shut. She was gone. The second it did, I threw the blanket off and looked up at Jeremy with pure filth in my eyes. “Good boy. Now fuck your big cousin’s ass like you mean it.”

Jason insisted with a sneer, but his eyes were indeed glued to my bouncing, pendulous tits as his father fucked me. "Is that why you have a hard dick watching me fuck your stepmom, Jason?" Derek called back at his son with a laugh. "Is his dick out yet? Is he jerking himself to your pussy getting fucked, angel?"

It’s true that her mind is going there also, but the fact that her own son has ordered her to suck his cock still comes as a shock. Lewis cannot back away now. He has crossed the line. Fuck it! Might as well continue. “Suck it. Suck my dick, Mom,” he demands. “Make me cum.” “I will not! You’re my son,” Joyce growls, although her cheeks redden, as does the top of her breasts. Her cat ears flicker. It is not anger, and she still hasn’t let go of the boy’s stiff member.

She asked again, getting more suspicious by the second. I took him deeper, swallowing around the head of his cock, my throat squeezing him rhythmically. My throat was filled. Jeremy’s hips jerked involuntarily. He was fighting so fuckin hard not to moan. “Y-yeah, Mom. Everything’s fine. Just game.” His mom sighed. “Alright… but keep it down. Your father has work in the morning.” The door finally clicked shut. She was gone. The second it did, I threw the blanket off and looked up at Jeremy with pure filth in my eyes. “Good boy. Now fuck your big cousin’s ass like you mean it.”

His jaw tightened as he turned on his son like he was about to push him in front of a moving vehicle. “You’re a disgrace,” John hissed. “A rebel without cause. Do you ever stop to remember whose son you are? Or is shaming this family your only talent?” Jeremy’s lip curled into a smirk, his eyes hard. “Whose son I am? Don’t make me laugh. You were never a father to me, so don’t suddenly act like one now. If you want to play the responsible parent, go back in time and be there for me and my mother first.”

She touched his face gently, and he winced. “You’re burning up,” she whispered. Jeremiah opened his one good eye and grabbed her hand, pulling her down until she was kneeling between his knees. He looked at her like she was the last person in the world he could hold on to. “My father was a shitty person,” he murmured. “Walked out on my mom… left her to rot. I hated him for that. Swore I’d never be like him.” “Jeremiah—” “I’m not going to do that to you. Or our baby,” he slurred. “Even though I can barely stand up.”

I ask my son, approaching him carefully as there have been reports of him attacking his friends when they try to approach him hurriedly or forcefully. He looks up, his eyes bright with an unnatural happiness that sends chills down my spine. “Mom,” he calls me, and that gives me some calm, knowing that he recognizes me at least. “It’s Jess, I was speaking to Jess. She went to the kitchen to make a healthy soup for my stomach. She’ll be right back.” Oh, dear goddess! My son is indeed crazy. He’s been like this all week,” Tommy explains beside me, and my heart sinks.

Derrick’s voice has turned from worried to damn right pissed. I explain my location and I’m off the phone. Returning to near the shack, I stay hidden by a tree, but keeping watch. I can hear Douglas's screams, him swearing in pain; tears streaming angrily down my face. How dare he? How could he do this? My own father is ruining my life! “THIS IS FOR MY SON! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING PACK! YOU WILL ALL PAY! JAMIE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE!” My stomach heaves, and I throw up in the shrubbery.