Mom Son Intimacy Novels & Stories

Mom moaned in pleasure as she felt my hot cum being pumped deep inside her by her son's deep and hard-thrusting cock. With a final jerk of my hard cock and a growl of pleasure, I felt my cock finally spend itself inside mom's pussy. Mom was wrapped securely around my body, clinging to me with her post-orgasmic need for closeness with me as she slowly and tenderly caressed my body supporting and willing me to come down from my orgasm high and back to her. I moaned deeply as my muscles began to relax and protest. Not wanting to collapse into her, I used my remaining strength to grip her securely and roll us over to position her on top. Mom giggled at our quick change of position as she settled

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

I continued, “Mom, did you get mad at me because I said you ran away with Mr. Lewis? Is that why you made me eat the mango cake? “Mom, I won’t say you left with Mr. Lewis behind Dad’s back again. “I really don’t want to eat mango! I don’t want to drink chili water! My throat hurts!” My mom yelled hysterically, “There’s nothing between us! We just went abroad together once!” The more she spoke, the worse she looked. People around us stared. “So she cheated?” “What was she thinking? She kept giving that little girl things she is allergic to!” “Didn’t you hear? The girl said her mom made her drink chili water!”

"Mom told me not to tell you she still had money! She said you two are asking for more! Now look at this. She's pretending to be poor, and you two are already tearing each other apart." Those words stunned both Ryan and Victor. They immediately turned on each other again. "You told Mom to hide her money from us, didn't you?" The neighbors shook their heads, whispering among themselves. One of them clicked their tongue and remarked, "What's with these three? Their mom is hospitalized, and they're here arguing." "It's obviously about money. Susan must have some savings. Otherwise, they wouldn't be arguing out in the streets, would they?" "I bet that's the case. Kids don't turn out like this fo

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

"You're giving all the good food to Winston, Mom. What if I don't get enough nutrition?" Mom tapped me on the head. "You brat, are you seriously jealous of your stepdad? "He gives me emotional support. Can you do that?" I looked up what emotional support meant online. Basically, it referred to the ability to bring someone emotional satisfaction and psychological comfort. I couldn't help but wonder—Mom used to hug me and cover my face with kisses. Wouldn't that make me the person who gave her the most emotional support? One day, I got home early from school. The moment I walked in, I caught Mom and Winston Cox passionately making out on the balcony.

He doesn't even know his wife still enjoys visiting the gloryhole when she's not on Mother-Son incest cruises. As the good pastor heads home, he believes this is the best way for his son to lose his virginity. He's going to make a man out of his son. * * * Max Green "Mom," I groaned as Mom engulfed my cock. I was lying in bed. It was a relaxing, Saturday morning when Mom had slipped in to enjoy some passion. I could not get enough of her. Whether was I enjoying her at the gloryhole or bent over her car or on that hot cruise we took, it was incredible having a mom with a mouth that could suck like that.

Then the footage cut to a different set of records, showing 49,800 dollars transferred from Dad's bank account into Mom's personal account every single month, like clockwork. The color started draining from Uncle Keith's face. Before the screen went dark, a phone recording played through the speakers, every single word ringing out crystal clear. "That lunatic, what does he have going for him besides money? If it weren't for the company, I wouldn't give him the time of day. "He actually thinks he's some kind of big shot? He's nothing but a walking ATM that I've been playing like a fiddle." Every sentence was Mom, tearing Dad to shreds behind his back.

I looked up in shock and met my mother's cold, indifferent face. But all I saw in her eyes was eighteen years' worth of disgust. I clenched the hem of my shirt, my voice trembling. "Mom… didn't you say that once I'd donated blood eighteen times… I'd finally be your clean child? So why are you still throwing me away?" That one sentence seemed to ignite something in her. "Clean? What right do you have to be clean?!" She lunged at me, her fingernail digging into my forehead like a dagger.

“I think it’s best if we got to discuss this without any interruptions.” It would be ridiculous for me to sit so far away from her, but since I felt her mood change when we visited Sophia’s room, I wanted to make sure that we were on the same footing before initiating any kind of intimacy. "Come sit next to me," she patted the seat next to her. "So that we can talk about whatever it is that is bothering you." I felt relief flood through my veins as I realized that she was the first one to initiate the intimacy between us. So I got up from my spot and scooted closer to her, turning to face her so I could look her in the eyes when I spoke.