Mom Son Intimacy Novels & Stories

I grabbed a pillow, biting it hard to muffle my moans. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Just for me.” He says, voice hoarse and throaty. He held unto my waist, slamming back into me with no caution. No amount of pillow i was biting through could have prepared me for the pure pornographic moan that squeaked past my lips. “I-I’m coming.” I whimpered and his grip around my hair tightened “Not yet, wait for me.” He says in my ears, thrusting in and out of me, chasing his release

Mom: "God, baby, STOP! I appreciate what you are doing, but I just want you to do me, and do me hard. I am so horny, so ready. Let's both make this a night to remember...enough with hammer time...now, it's baby time." I pulled all the way out of mom till only the end of my cock lightly grazed her wet pussy, then I slammed it home. Mom winced. I withdrew it all the way, and then brought it forward. As I continued to pile-drive into my gorgeous mother, I carefully started moving her towards the bedpost. Finally, I had her where I instinctively needed her for breeding, with her legs on my shoulders, her slender ankles bumping into my ears, her beautiful smooth mommy feet dangling in the air. My

Then she glanced at me, silently asking permission I had no right to give. I looked away. And that was all the permission she needed. She got up and followed her mother. I was left alone, thinking it was over. But Monica lingered near the door before stepping out. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re impressive.” I looked up. “Even knowing you’re temporary,” she continued, “you still try to love my children.” She smiled. A practiced, polite smile—but I could feel the fakeness behind it. “I’m just doing my job,” I said softly.

He stopped right in front of his father, but his eyes were locked on Elara, stripping her bare with equal parts hatred and passion. "Congratulations, Father," Xavier’s voice was low, vibrating in Elara’s chest. "I didn't realize your taste in choosing a stepmother for me was so... extraordinary." Maximilian laughed, oblivious to the lethal electric current surging between his son and his wife. "Meet Elara, Xavier. My wife. Isn't she beautiful?" Xavier reached out. Not to shake hands, but to take Elara’s hand and kiss the back of it. His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes.

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.

“Don’t worry, David. Your mom will definitely show up. After all, she fought a custody battle for you for two whole years, and she didn’t even hesitate to quit her job at the research institute just to take care of you. “How about this? If your mom comes, you tell your dad that you want me to be your mom. If she doesn’t show up, I’ll buy you that Spider-Man toy you wanted. Deal?” “Deal.” Standing outside the door, listening to them use my desperation as a gambling chip, I felt completely frozen. I violently threw the door open. The moment they saw me, the smiles froze instantly on their faces. Avery was the first to recover. She immediately wore a slightly provocative smile and said, “Look,

I sprang to my feet in the most mindful and cautious way I could, daring him with my eyes still as calm and unaffected. “You bitch, you never let me fuck you or even touch you. I never got to masturbate to you because you were always so perfect and chaste and I needed a release,” he was in the middle of shouting, sounding frustrated in between growls and sighs when I hushed him by stepping close and watching as he backed two steps away, intimidated by my calm. “Carlos, there are two things you know I will never take from anyone, talkless of a man I planned on spending my life with. One,” I raised my perfectly manicured acrylic left index finger up as I took another step.

It’s a soft, sweet kiss, but that doesn’t mean that it has any less passion. I pull back just enough that I can look into Kennedy’s eyes and we both let out a shaky breath. And then I’m leaning in to kiss her once again. I hear Ryder give a whine. “Guys, that’s probably not the best idea…” We’ve got him Meli, Kennedy mindlinks me. Good, cuz the second we’ve got this under control, I need my Mommy to help tuck me into bed, I link back, unable to hide my arousal from her. Yeah, when you can’t touch your mate, then this is how fast you get excited.