Mom Making Out With Son Novels & Stories

My daughter, Leah Haynes, couldn't stand seeing others insult me and started arguing angrily, "What are you people talking about? The woman on stage is my mom, and my dad is her real husband. That guy is the homewrecker!" The others immediately burst into laughter, their tone growing more mocking. "Like father, like daughter. So young and already trying to climb the social ladder. How twisted!" "Ms. Webster showed her affection in public, so how could their happy family of three be fake?" Trenton Ritter, who had just come down from the podium, suddenly rushed over and glared viciously at Leah. "Who are you calling a homewrecker? Are you and your dad that desperate for a power grab? Have you

Unshakable. "This is fucked up," I hissed. "You're his father. I'm supposed to marry your son in a month." "And yet you let me fuck you for four hours straight without knowing my name." His voice dropped lower. "You begged me not to stop. You dug your nails into my back hard enough to draw blood. Remember?" I did remember. Every second. My breathing got faster. I hated how my body reacted — nipples tightening under the thin t-shirt, heat building low in my stomach. My wolf surged forward, pressing me to lean in, to taste him again.

Thomas nodded and disappeared down a hallway. Margaret was in the middle of describing a painting in the foyer when we heard it. The sound came from upstairs. Faint at first, then unmistakable. A woman's moan. High and breathy. A man's grunt. Low and rhythmic. The sounds of bodies moving together. Of passion. Of sex. Margaret froze mid-sentence. Zoe's face went pale. Thomas emerged from the hallway, confusion written across his features. "Mother, Father isn't in his study. His coat is here, so he must be home, but—"

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.

His ears got even redder, and after a long silence, all he managed was, "...Whatever you want." But his arms tightened around me, and he couldn't hide the smile pulling at his lips. My phone kept buzzing in my bag. I pulled it out and saw my followers tagging me under a video nonstop. [Sherlyn, is that you???] [Sherlyn! Is Bayford's golden boy actually your boyfriend?!] [GO LIVE. SHOW US THE MAN.] I opened the video. It was footage of me kissing Jace literally seconds ago. It was posted by... Marianne.

Mom stood, smoothed her skirt, and glanced at the frozen image of me on her phone. "We're not going home. I want to see which lasts longer—her act or my patience. Since she loves performing so much, she can keep doing it for the cameras. Come on, Maya. I'm taking you to your favorite restaurant." At the upscale restaurant, Maya swung her legs under the table and blinked up at Mom. "Mom, Sophie's been lying on that cold floor pretending for so long. She must be hungry and tired. Should we bring her back some escargot?"

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

woman who "looked like a maid" Caden froze too. He stared at my face, which had gone white in an instant, and heartbreak filled his eyes filled. He let go of Felix and strode over to me, pulling me into his arms. "What the hell are you saying!" he roared at our son, voice shaking with fury. "Felix, apologize to your mother right now!" "I won't!" Felix's chin jutted out as he glared at me. "I'm not wrong! Just look at her! Look at what she's wearing! She doesn't even brush her hair!

The 'Mom' was kneeling down on the concrete floor of the garage now with one hand on the boy's thigh and the other stroking his dick hoping to make him cum quickly. "Come on Honey before someone comes in." She said. The boy groaned and leaned into his mother's hand. "That's it Baby give it to Mommy." She cooed. The living room was filled with the mother’s voice. My mom and I listened as she whispered to her son. "Does it feel good Baby? Do you like me doing this to you?" She purred. "I wish we had enough time to fuck again sweetie, but we can't get caught doing this." She tells him with great disappointment as she looks at his cock and chews lightly on her bottom lip while she obviously reth

"I love that we're making all these wonderful memories here." Her warm trim body against me. The clean scent of her hair. The two points of her nipples pressed into my chest. Oh fuck. My cock grew quickly as we hugged. Mom held me close, she had to feel me growing. I ran my hands up her back. "And we have time to make a lot more." Mom pulled back, looking into my eyes. "Yes, son. Yes, we do." Mom angled her head and moved in, our lips closed, touching, longer than in the restaurant.