Mom Son Intimacy Novels & Stories

He showed me caller and I knew better to keep mute it was my mom . “Hi darling, hope you are fine? “ My mom whispered from the other end and my step dad thrust into me . I quickly grabbed the pillow to cover my face . I didn't understand why he had to thrust me that hard while he was on call with my mom, was he trying to mess me up . I didn’t know how long and what the call detail was but I heard him say that he loved her . The moment he dropped the phone , he grabbed the pillow out of my face and raised my two legs up and began to thrust in and out of me like it was a marathon .

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."

A release so he could function around Mom. But the rationalization felt hollow as another loud moan tore through the wall. Mom was cumming, loud and shameless. Marcus growled her name, or something close to it, and the thrusting sounds grew erratic and brutal. I could almost feel the impact of his hips, the way his balls would slap against her. My own body betrayed me, pulsing with empty need. I was so wet that it had soaked through to the sheets beneath me.

Once again, she tried to steer the crowd's attention back to me. She was ready to burn everything down, but I didn't care. When Mom realized I wasn't reacting, she had no idea how to continue her performance. Once the two of them were finished with their little duet, I spoke up calmly, "I think that's my line, Mom." I connected my phone to the massive screen in the lobby to play the footage of Ellie and Mom's conversation by the gates that day. The camera clearly captured their unusually bloated faces. When Mom saw herself on the screen, her complexion drained instantly.

She expressed her regrets and kept apologizing to me over and over again. I floated next to her and listened to her, watching as she aged with every passing day. I didn't feel any hatred or resentment. I only felt a little regretful. It was a shame that Mom only learned what true love was after she lost me. It was a shame that she only learned to let go of her pointless obsession with her reputation after I passed away. It was a shame that we weren't able to live together in peace and harmony—a shame that things had to end up this way.

“He’s bold. I saw him pinning Mom on the wall and kissing her. Then he proposed to marry her after that. I don’t like his guts, but he’s not a coward like you.” ‘Seriously. Why did these kids think it’s easy to woo a woman?’ Caleb wondered. He clicked his tongue when reality hit him. “That Mason guy kissed your Mom?!” “Shh. Don’t be so loud. Mom thinks we didn’t see it, but yes, you heard it right. He kissed Mom on the lips. Her was red then, and she was shaking,” Paris elaborated. “Maybe that’s how one looks like when there are butterflies in their stomach? I don’t know. I’m just a kid.”

The woman was none other than Emily. Her hand stiffened in mid-air, and tears suddenly welled up on her face. "Owen, I am your mommy, how can you treat me like this... I carried you for nine months, went through a lot of hardships. Can't you speak to me more kindly...?” "Hmph!" Owen's face was full of disdain. He was still young and didn't understand what it meant to carry a child for nine months. But he was very clear that he didn't like Emily, he hated this woman who claimed to be his mommy.

She laughed, "Well, this is not how I imagined your stay at home but if that's what makes you comfortable, so be it. However, don't expect me to join in and your naturalism shall be confined to when we are alone." I swear, you can't knock my mom off balance, can't be done. But, I was comfortable. We sat and chatted, mom in her robe and me nude. She never tried to sneak a peek and I, thankfully, didn't get a boner. I never asked why it appeared she was fingering herself as she watched me masturbate and why it looked like she had finished the job when she came into the kitchen. Opened relationships between and mother and son have their limits.

"I want to make love to you, mom." She wanted him inside of her. Badly. But there was no way. "Brandon, what happened to just making out?" "I want the ultimate intimacy with you, mom. I need to be connected with you at that level." "There's no way. I'm not on birth control and I am not taking your virginity." Mom, listen to me. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you." "Bran, honey..." "Well, at least let me return the favor from last night and go down on you."