روايات وقصص ضمن Mom N Son Sexs

“Now let Mommy ride you.” I straddled him, sinking down onto his thick length. My heavy breasts bounced as I rode him hard, grinding my clit against his pelvis. Alex’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me faster. “Ride your son’s cock, Mom. Show me how bad you need it.”

Mom: "God, baby, STOP! I appreciate what you are doing, but I just want you to do me, and do me hard. I am so horny, so ready. Let's both make this a night to remember...enough with hammer time...now, it's baby time." I pulled all the way out of mom till only the end of my cock lightly grazed her wet pussy, then I slammed it home. Mom winced. I withdrew it all the way, and then brought it forward. As I continued to pile-drive into my gorgeous mother, I carefully started moving her towards the bedpost. Finally, I had her where I instinctively needed her for breeding, with her legs on my shoulders, her slender ankles bumping into my ears, her beautiful smooth mommy feet dangling in the air. My

We sort of fell in a heap on the bed, Mom's face in Lisa's crotch and my cock slipping from Mom's ass with a popping sound. "Let's rest for a while," Mom says, panting, "then I want to watch you fuck your sister, Jack. We only have a month until your father gets home and I want to make the most of it." We will make the most of the next month. We fuck, suck and daisy chain in every conceivable position. I fuck Mom or Lisa while they eat each other. One of them sucks me while I eat the other one. We all sleep in Mom's king-sized bed, with me usually sandwiched between their sexy naked bodies. Mom and Lisa both have voracious sexual appetites and I quite frequently wake up with one of them suck

"Freaking hell, Mom.” “Language, Joey,” Mom snapped immediately, though she couldn’t quite hide her own excitement. Outside a man in a white top and black jeans stood waiting at the steps beside the gravel path toward the porch, Mr Blackwood Hart, Mom's soon to be husband, with Rally, his seven years old blonde daughter. My palms became grimy on my jeans shorts as I swallowed hard, still not used to the....irksome idea of a whole new family. Just a few days ago, back at our dinner table in beacon hills, Mom had dropped the bombshell that she was getting married and that we're moving.

Marcos let out a bitter laugh, uncrossing his legs and staring at the ceiling as if searching for answers. “He’s dating someone. And it’s not just any relationship, Mom. The woman is my age.” She blinked a few times, clearly surprised, but kept her composure, as she always did. “Twenty-five? Are you sure?” “Absolutely! And there’s more.” He paused, taking a deep breath as if what came next was hard to say. “She’s pregnant.” Her eyes widened, but quickly softened as she tried to process the information. “Pregnant? So you’re going to have a brother or sister…”

Erika’s POV Last night, in the bed I’d slept in until I was eighteen, with my mother snoring on the other side of the wall, I had pushed back against Damien. He’d made a sound into my hair that I was going to hear for the rest of my life. His hand had slid up under my track shirt— And my son had sat bolt upright on the air mattress and announced, “Mama. I need to pee.” I had never moved so fast in my life. When I came back, Damien was lying with his forearm over his eyes, breathing slowly through his nose, and I lay rigid on the edge of the mattress until three in the morning.

I only watched, watched his body claim hers again and again, watched the way she opened for him, watched the moment his control finally frayed. He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural sound, hips jerking as he came. Mom moaned through it, soft and satisfied, rolling her hips back against him to take every pulse. “Fill me up,” she whispered. “That’s it...give it all to me...” They stayed locked together for several long breaths. Christian’s forehead rested against the back of her neck. One of his hands stroked slowly along her side. The room smelled of sex and warm skin and the faint trace of last night’s perfume.

When Clara Jones learns that her son has leukemia, her world crumbles. After several failed donor matches, she still can't reach her husband, who's away on a business trip. In the end, her best friend, Monica Spencer, rushes to the hospital and turns out to be a compatible match. Carrying a basket of nourishing supplements, Clara visits Monica. When she arrives at her hospital room, she sees Monica wrapped tightly in a man's arms. That man is none other than Clara's husband, Luther Tanner, whom she had remarried three years ago. "Why would you offer to donate your bone marrow without telling me? That needle was so long. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You've been avoiding me for

“When are you going to wake up? We could move to a different city together. “I’ve thought about it. I saved up some money over the years. We could buy a small house, open a little flower shop, and live a safe and happy life. How does that sound?” I wiped away my tears. “As long as you wake up… I’ll do anything.” Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Stella. “Quiana? Are you there? “Jaxon won’t stop throwing up. What should I do? “Shaun’s not home, and the nanny has no clue.” Jaxon shouted in the background, “Mom, I don’t want her help! Dad said she’s not my mother anymore!” Then, he started throwing up again. I let out a bitter laugh. “Did you give him mango?”

My walls clamp, pussy throbbing with an undiluted desire. “Arghhh!!” I gasps, trembling when I flick my clit. Not once but two times My lips parts “I am close.” I grit out. “Oh freaking hell, Momma. I am close.” Mason groans from the other side,his sounds of pleasure sending another wave of arousal strong to my core. “Just like that, Momma. Don't stop. Keep going… yes.” “Fuck!” “Oh!” “Yes!!!” Our moans tangle through the speaker, distant but intimate, like a secret only our bodies can understand.