Mom Seduced By Son Novels & Stories

He slid his tongue in her mouth, and deepened the kiss, which earned a loud moan that escaped from Sandra's sweet mouth. Loud footsteps then reverberated and in no time, four guys showed up with four different expressions. “Daddy, what are you doing to my Mom?!” June, the possessive ten year old, their second son, hurriedly ran towards them and snatched Sandra away from Sebastian. “I told you not to touch her!” he sneered. “That's.. bad, Daddy!” Jaden gasped as his eyes widened, as if he had just witnessed a horror scene in front of his eyes.

Mom slid her mouth off my cock and said, "I am. I'm sorry. I was just a horny slut and felt so neglected. Now... Our son is taking care of me. Mmm, and so is our daughter. You should fuck her." "Yes, Daddy," whimpered Matti before she licked her tongue up my cock. She reached the pinnacle and swallowed my dick. "You can fuck her, Dad," I said. "This is our new family. We're just going to forget about that asshole. Things will be perfect from now on." I released the record button. "Right?"

Mrs. Moss had never encountered a nasty situation like this. People usually thought it was better to bow than break when dealing with the Moss family. “You… you…” Mrs. Moss’s men stopped moving. “You said that I seduced your son. But who the hell is your son?” Jean was clutching at Mrs. Moss’s neck. Mrs. Moss snorted but she did not answer. “Tell me!” “With such indecent conduct at such a young age, I think you can’t even count how many men you have hooked up with until now.”

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

mother screamed, pulling my collar harshly. " Because she is my wife and I love her. I-I love . . . her." I whispered the last part, as if I was realizing it more instead of telling it to them. " She is trapping you, Hades. Open your eyes and look at her." mother screamed, pulling Sage away from me. " Tell me! Tell me, you hoe. How did you seduce my son?" mother growled, slapping Sage. " Enough, mother. Sage is not wrong, Sean is, he forced himself on Sage. Sage did not do anything." I roar, pulling Sage away from her.

"Still a little glutton, I see." She immediately protested, "Me? It's not me. Your son's the one craving it." I reached out and caressed her rounded stomach, teasing, "He's a bit small to be a scapegoat for your cravings, don't you think?" She laughed and gave my arm a playful punch. Three months later, Clara and I welcomed our child into the world, and from that moment on, we officially became a happy family of three.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

"Observe the size of her stiffened nipples. Indication of children possibly, but where are they? This savory sliver could barely have worn all the petticoats we found out unless she is very lethargic, which I doubt. Perhaps they're married and left But she is still young, this mother. Well taken care of, her breasts still stiff and supple. Are all the clothes in the extra cabin hers? One can only speculate. We can be specific that she does not open her legs for just anyone and has not spoiled her body with too many youngsters. Probably she has concealed them somewhere in the town. If so we will find them. Conceivably if they are girls, virgins perhaps, they are prepared to spit themselves on

- the sentence is interrupted by a slap that makes my head turn almost the other way. In my head, images of my mom suffering the same thing materialize. I turn red with hatred and face my father's eyes. - Don't challenge me, boy. You won't win against me. Tomorrow, I want you back to work. No incidents, no problems. If any more incidents like this happen, I will hand you over to your brother as soon as he arrives, and then we will see if you fall into line or not. For better or worse, you are my son, and I have to accept it. You have to accept it. I will make a man of you. I'm giving you the last chance to learn under your stepmother's orders. Between me, your brother, and her, I guarantee y

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