Mom Seduces Young Son Novels & Stories

“Your holes are still sloppy from the club. Feels even better now that you’re carrying the family seed.” Mom pressed close in front of me, her soft warm body rubbing against mine. She latched onto my leaking nipple and sucked hard, the wet pull sending sharp jolts straight to my clit while warm milk flowed into her mouth. “Mmm… tastes sweeter already, baby,” she whispered, her hot tongue swirling. “Mommy thinks Daddy’s seed took root deep inside you.” Uncle Marcus woke up horny too, his rough hand sliding over my belly. “Let’s check this womb properly today. No pulling out ever again.”

Moan for me, Mom! Let your husband hear how much pleasure you're feeling while I'm pounding you, harder!” Henry, my stepson, was on top of me, pounding on me, while right beside us lay my dying husband. I knew my husband could hear us, but Henry was wild, vulgar, and somewhat sadistic. It was as if he were intentionally letting his father hear this moment.

His gaze was fixed on my midriff for a split second, then snapped back to my face. "There's some leftover pasta in the fridge if you want," he said, his voice a little rougher than usual. He turned back to the kettle, his back to me. I felt a surge of triumph. He noticed. He definitely noticed. I decided to push it further. "You know," I said, my voice a little softer, "it's weird, living here. It's so... quiet without Mom and Dad." He turned again, leaning against the counter, facing me. "It's a big adjustment. I understand." His eyes were warm, but there was a new intensity there, a guardedness I hadn't seen before.

Mom hadn't been this excited about anything in a long while, which saddens me especially on days I had to see her drink heavily while getting a hangover the next morning. “Hart!” Mom called like a teenager getting out from her sliver Honda with a big smile on her face. Mr Blackwood expression softened immediately at the sound of her voice. He approached her, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, while keeping his hand on her back. His eyes came to rest on me and Joey who slowly followed after her, giving me a clearer look at what he looked like outside the photo mom showed me, suddenly making so much sense why Mom had fallen fast for him.

Amanda "No way...am I hearing this right? Is that Dale's laughter? My son, I haven't heard you laugh like that in years. Come give your mother a hug." A beautiful older woman appeared on the door way. She was wearing one of those fancy designer dress complete the lavender cardigan, and matching wedges. "Mother..." Dale came to her, and she hugged him and kissed his cheek lovingly. His father and brothers had retreated back to the bar, and continue on their talk for a more serious discussion.

I was in bed sleeping like a log of wood after wetting my blue bed sheet with tears, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my son's gentle, slate-blue eyes. He smiled and said,mom, everything will be okay, you still have me, we both have each other. He said, looking like a warrior who survived battle. thank you baby, I said. have you eaten anything yet,he replied like a baby,yeah, I ate some eggs and salad, I asked about Sarah, has she gone back home,he said, yeah she left early this morning.

I stood behind Jessie, hugging him and Jim hugged Molly as we watched our friends have sex with their kids for the first time. Jane hovered over her son, his rigid penis dripping need, his hands and eyes on his mother's big breasts. "So, nice Mom." He said. "Yes, baby, feel up Mommy." Jane's hand moved behind her, taking her son's erection and rubbing the fat, red head along her soaked slit. Earl, panting. "Oh, fuck, mom. You're so wet." Jane had her son's cock centered. "For you, my son. I'm wet for you and your hard cock."

"Ms. Stark! Ms. Stark! Mommy's bleeding so much! Please, tell the doctors to save her!" To keep me company, my son had suffered hunger and cold these past few days. My poor son, who'd been living in luxury his entire life. After everything, his hands were already swollen beyond recognition. Now, as he pounded on the door, his skin split open, smearing fresh blood on the wood. I cried out, begging him not to do this. He shouldn't beg that witch for me! I was already dead… Unfortunately, souls couldn't speak. Suddenly, the door of the ward opened. Jasmine was sitting there, elegantly sipping on a bowl of nourishing soup.

"Your food smells delicious..." She slowly nodded, handling the cutlery. After chewing a large piece of the vegetables, her face wrinkled with delight. "Tasty... I like girls that learned to cook from a young age, not like that girl..." "Mother..." Mr. Clinton cut her off, his gaze fixed on her as if sending an unspoken message across. "What?" She furrowed her brow as she continued chewing on her food. I looked away, containing my laughter; I didn't want to watch the playful tension brewing between the mother and son; it was just too hilarious.