Novel & Cerita Mom Son Erotica

Greg Mrs. Harper’s fingers stay tangled in my hair as I suck harder on her nipple. The sweet taste of coconut lotion mixes with the warmth of her skin. My mind is spinning. This is really happening, I’m in my mom’s best friend’s bedroom, topless, with her moaning under my mouth. I know I should feel guilty but all I feel is pure heat rushing through my body. “That’s it, baby,” she whispers, her voice thick and breathy. “Suck a little harder… yes, just like that, you’re making me so wet.”

I moaned loud, pushing back, taking every inch. “Fuck— Tyler— so tight,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Harder,” I begged, gripping the edge of the island. “Breed your best friend’s boy. Fill me up.” He started pounding me like an animal—deep, rough strokes that made the island shake and my cock slap wetly against my abs. Every thrust hit my prostate perfectly. I was leaking all over the floor, moaning like a whore, loving how dirty this was. “Gonna cum— Uncle Ryan— I’m gonna—”

I cried out, digging my nails into her back as I came hard around her. She moaned loudly as she followed me over the edge, thrusting deep inside me as she came hard herself. We collapsed onto the bed together afterwards, both of us panting and gasping for breath. We lay there for a while after that, just holding each other. I couldn't believe I just had sex with my Mom's best friend and I didn't regret one bit of it.

And slammed inside her pussy from behind while Stefan moved up, kissing her neck, jerking himself off as he whispered, “He doesn’t make you come like I do.” Her response was a breathless cry, lost between them. They moved her like a doll—lifting her, folding her, splitting her open between them. When Matthew fucked her from behind, Stefan got under her and slid into her mouth. Elena was wrecked. Eyes blurred. Legs trembling. Drool on her chin. Her voice broke into fragments of “Please” and “Fuck” and “Too much”. She came again—violently. And still they didn’t stop. ---

He was the hockey captain, the future Alpha everyone whispered about, built like a god and twice as cruel. She just wanted a quiet evening, a shower and maybe some food if her mom had bothered to cook but the house wasn't quiet… From upstairs, the sounds hit her like a wave. The steady creak of the bed frame, her mother's breathy, broken moans floating down the hallway and deep, masculine groans that vibrated with raw pleasure...the unmistakable wet slap of skin meeting skin, hard and rhythmic. Ashley's face burned as she stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, heart pounding, the moans grew louder, more desperate. Her mother cried out sharply, "Oh god... yes, harder..."

Forget that I’m also a person and I need some quiet too. My mom jerked immediately. “I’m sorry, Emily,” she said. "We didn’t know you’d be back this early.” She looked flushed, almost embarrassed, but her eyes and cheeks still burned with desire, brazen. With need. Dante slipped out of her ass as he headed for the draw. My jaw almost dropped at the length. Now, I completely understood why my Mom was always screaming. He walked to get the door and winked at me, my eyes dropped to his cock before I could stop it and I felt my breath catch in my throat. For a moment, I didn’t know whether to curse at him or just—

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

Elias POV. The excitement that had carried me all the way home—paper clutched in my fist, a stupid grin splitting my face—evaporated the second I pushed through the front door. There they were. My mother, Gloria, stark naked in the middle of the living room, her manicured fingers wrapped tight around Marcus’s cock where it strained against the white towel knotted low on his hips. His chest heaved; her breasts pressed shamelessly against his side. The air smelled like her jasmine perfume.

My walls clench around him from each degrading word he calls me. "Yes.. just for you" I moan loudly and I feel my orgasm begin to draw closer. I scream his name as I cum all over his cock. Breathing heavily, I grab unto him watching as his cock goes in and out of me slowly. "I'm fucking close Malia. Where do you want it?" He groans and grabs firmly onto my waist, digging his nails into my skin while he pounds into me. "Mason, cum in my mouth please" I begged desperately.

I was going to exorcise it. I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then I turned my back to him, bent over, and placed my hands on the mattress. I arched my back, presenting myself. The cool air of the room kissed my wet, exposed pussy lips. I looked over my shoulder, my hair a messy curtain. “Fuck me,” I said, the words vulgar and perfect. “Fuck me like you fucked my mom.”