Mom Son Erotica の小説・ストーリー

I love the feeling of being used, of my mouth being nothing but a hole for his pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp ringtone cuts through the air. Tristan groans in frustration, his hips stilling for a split second. He doesn’t pull out, though. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, checking the screen. I glance up; the name "Valeria" flashes on the display. My mother. He looks down at me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He shushes me, placing a finger over his mouth, then taps the button to answer.

“You're such a tease huh!” He pulled out his dick from between my boobs and slipped it inside my pussy. “Ahhhhh….” I let out a loud moan . *SMACK* He smacked my boobs as they jiggled and spanked my ass while riding me. He was pounding inside me back and forth when I felt his warm baby batter filling up my womb. “Ahhh…” My moans filled the room and he groaned, sucking and licking on my nipples. He finally pulled out his dick and ogled my vagine while his cum dripped down my womanhood.

My second orgasm built, my pussy starting to clench around his pistoning cock. "Fuckkkkk—Aria—Uncle is going to fill you up—" "Arhhhh—" "Give me your cum, Uncle Samson—breed my little pussy.” He groaned, buried himself deep, and exploded. Hot spurts of cum flooded my insides, painting my walls white, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied himself inside my clenching cunt. The door swung open. "I heard sounds—are you—" Mom. Her eyes went wide. Her hand flew to her mouth, then dropped as she made the sign of the cross—forehead, chest, shoulder, shoulder.

Moh’s POV The porcelain of the bathtub felt like ice against my skin, but I didn't turn on the hot water. I needed the chill. I needed to scrub the scent of Julian, that intoxicating mix of expensive sandalwood and raw, spent lust, off my body before my mother walked through the front door.

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

Way too handsome and young for a man my mom was dating. My pulse raced as I tried to tear my gaze away, but it was almost impossible. There was something about him that had my attention immediately locked. I watched my mom hug him and plant a little kiss on his lips before she held his hand and turned to me “Veronica, this is Joshua,” my mom said. “Joshua, this is my daughter, Veronica.” “Daughter? I didn't know you had a daughter?” Joshua whispered to her, wide-eyed “I’m so sorry I never said anything before. I… I just thought you’d be alarmed and-”

Otherwise, why would he bother jerking off to her right after they'd been out together? Yet Levi's gorgeous body and cock, not to mention his amazingly erotic excitement, had his mother's pussy leaking like a broken faucet. She'd always loved hearing a man talk dirty to her, and hearing her son spew that horny filth made her excitement even harder to bear. She spread her feet further apart to give herself better access to her clit. With her gaze transfixed on her son's cock and rapidly pounding fist, she furiously rubbed her aching clit as she raced toward the edge of her peak.

She's never touched another woman's ass or felt the sexiness of thin panties stretched enticing across womanly curves. Mom is almost lying on Lauren as the kiss heats up and Lauren squeezes mom's sexy ass cheeks. Mom was right about how naughty and erotic this feels! Moaning into mom's mouth, Lauren grinds her steamy pussy against mom's hipbone as her fingers explore the bottom curves of mom's surprisingly firm ass. "Oh God!" Mom whispers as she breaks the kiss. "We can't do this, sweetheart." Mom is panting as Lauren continues to grind against her. "Don't..." Lauren silences her with another kiss, desperately pushing her tongue into mom's mouth to try and keep her engaged.

Jace kneels between us, his hands roaming my thighs, Mom’s hips, like he’s claiming us both. “Lila, touch her,” he says, and my breath catches. I hesitate, but Mom grabs my hand, guiding it to her breast, her nipple hard under my palm. It’s surreal, taboo, but the heat in her skin mirrors mine, and I squeeze, drawing a moan from her. Jace’s fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, and I gasp, my other hand gripping the couch as he leans in to kiss Mom, their tongues tangling while he works me.