Mom Son Incest Story Novels & Stories

“Don’t be ridiculous, Kristie. Where are their guards? If they were really Gray’s children, Oscar wouldn’t let them come here alone.” “But, Mom, it’s just a birthday, and—” She cut me off sharply. “Look at how they’re dressed. Don’t let their sloppy act fool you.” Mom turned back to the boys, her voice laced with venom. “So, where is your so-called savior? You steal and lie, claiming to be something you’re not.” The boys remained silent. The crowd shifted uneasily. If they really were related to Oscar Gray, who would dare take the fall with us?

It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."

Her voice cracked. "I'm your husband. That makes me this child's father in every way that matters. Step father, adoptive father, whatever legal term applies I'm claiming this child as mine. Richard can rot with his DNA evidence. It won't matter." Behind us, Chris started laughing wet, horrible sound. "How touching. The mafia prince and the poisoned heiress, playing house with her uncle's incest baby. This is better than I could have written." I turned on him, rage burning white hot. "You think this is funny?

Her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a single word. Kylie stood to the side. The expression on her face changed from hurt and pitiful to stunned. Her entire body went stiff in the end. Adam wrapped an arm around me protectively. He then looked at our son, Christopher. "Is this how you manage your company? Did you hire actual employees or a group of thugs? How could they hurt your mother like this?" Christopher didn't answer, but he clenched his jaws hard. He walked over and carefully took Hammie from me.

"Give me the phone then lick your daughter's face clean Mrs. Meyers. Share the cum with her. That's what sluts do!" "Yes," Mom moaned as she stumbled to me. Ben and Jarrod groaned and chortled behind me as Mom dropped to her knees. She licked her lips then leaned close to me. Her tongue slid up my chin to my lips. We kissed, sharing the mix of Ben's and Jarrod's cum. It was so hot to make out with Mom, sharing the incestuous jizz. She was such a cheating whore. I loved it. I was so wet right now. I shuddered as we passed the spunk back and forth.

She looked around smugly and shouted, “She is a gold digger! When Jason had nothing, she tried to leave him multiple times! Then, when he got rich, she clung to him! “She even bought insurance for her own mother and tried to fake an accident for money! Luckily, Jason stopped her!” The hall erupted. Whispers spread like wildfire. “Is that true?” “She tried to commit insurance fraud by using her own mother?” “How could someone do that?” “Why would Victor marry someone like that?” Victor’s expression darkened, but I held his hand and shook my head. Olivia grew even more smug. She signaled for someone to play a blurry video. In it, a woman resembling me was surrounded by different men. The narra

“He’s been sleeping on a couch for three months because you swept in and took his wife away.” “He chose to sleep on that couch,” Philip says, his voice low. “Monica gave him the house. She offered to stay in the guest room until he found his feet. He said no. He said he couldn’t bear to be in the same house as her if she wasn’t his wife anymore.” I freeze—my mom never told me that. Never mentioned she’d offered to let Dad stay in their house, never said he’d been the one to leave. The anger in my chest wavers, replaced by a sharp, cold shock.

In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared. "Be a good boy, Sawyer. Your daddy's a softie. As long as you cry, he'll give you whatever you want. "Just tell him that my business went under and there's no money for your school fees. Tell him to send money right away." A floodgate opened in my memory. All the moments I'd forced myself to forget, the ones she'd papered over with "we're family," came rushing back with brutal clarity. The footage cut to another scene again. This time, it showed Mom and Uncle Keith in an office, with an audio recording capturing them scheming about how to cook the books and quietly siphon the money Dad had inve

She was confused,it was normal for people to not know about her that much especially in this part of their world. "The bitch that claims she's married to that handsome,sex on a stick Alek Nikolai,the mafia that rules Spain but lives in America or something I don't remember" Monica said,when she was trying to talk about Alek and she had said all thoes things amber's stomach tighten, Monica wasn't wrong because Alek indeed was sex on a stick,he oozed sexual attraction and there was nobody that could say otherwise but the fact that Monica was mentally fucking her man didn't do her any good and she wasn't allowed to say he was her's yet because that was what she wanted to do so badly. "I know th

"You bitch! You're the one who murdered Whitney! Your mother and I truly believed that it was an accident! It turns out you've been lying to us from the very beginning!" Mom immediately dropped her pretense, pulling off the oxygen mask. "Had you not told us that Whitney couldn't have children and wouldn't be able to hold onto Henry because of that, your father and I wouldn't have helped you take her place! It turns out that it was all just a scheme of yours!"