Mom Son Make Out Novels & Stories

The biggest fortune in life is having a son like Todd. If it weren't for Todd, she really didn't know if she could have persevered these four years... "Mommy, if you keep messing up my hair, my hairstyle will be ruined." Todd complained discontentedly. Haley burst into laughter, "You little brat, you're already caring about your appearance at such a young age." The mother and son laughed and chatted, time passed quickly, and the plane soon arrived at Cuenca. Haley held the children's hands and went to pick up their luggage.

"Legs together. I want to watch you two ride each other." Mom and I exchange a glance. Then we obey. We lie facing each other, our legs intertwined, our cunts pressed together. Samson kneels beside us, his hand between our bodies, positioning us. My clit rubs against Mom's, her swollen folds against my slick, neat slit and we both gasp. "Now fuck," he growls. “Fuck each other's cunts while I watch." I move first, my hips grinding against hers. Mom moans, her hands finding my hips, pulling me closer. We rock together, our cunts sliding against each other, wet and slick and obscene.

The next morning, I found Marcus and Sarah at the breakfast table. The scene before me made my stomach turn. Marcus was hand-feeding Sarah pieces of rare venison, letting the blood drip down her chin. It was an intimate wolf courting gesture - one he'd never done for me. Their heads were close together, lost in their own world. Thinking I was still drugged asleep, they'd grown bolder in their actions. Sarah licked blood from her lips, stroking Marcus's arm. "Marcus, Claire seems like a good mother. Maybe spend some time with Noah too? He is your pup after all."

He had a smile on his face, a smile that said that he had a really good night, or maybe something good had happened this morning that they didn’t know about. He stood at her chair, and said, “Good morning, mate!” and then he dropped a kiss softly on her bare shoulder. She was wearing a wine color off-shoulder wrap top and a pair of black ripped-at-the-knee jeans, so he was able to access her shoulder with his lips. “Good morning, Mr. Berkeley.” She said, her voice coming out in a croak. She cleared her throat and looked at Max and then Fabio. They looked just the way she felt, surprised at that display of affection that had never happened between them before.

I gasp, then moan as he grinds deep. “Liar,” he growls, and makes me come again, silently this time, tears mixing with the water. 5 minutes later,nwe’re dried off (barely), me in tiny sleep shorts and his T-shirt, him in sweatpants. We’re on the couch when Mom’s FaceTime ringtone blares from the coffee table. Ryan pulls me onto his lap sideways, innocent as hell, blanket over us. He hits accept. Mom’s face fills the screen, tanned and smiling from some Italian café.

"I'm sorry I ran out like that. I, um, uh..." "Don't worry, dear." Mom says, running her hands up and down Susan's back. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you asking you those questions. I guess I went too far." "No! No, you didn't!" Susan insists, pulling mom's body more tightly against hers. "Not far enough, actually." Susan says, kissing mom's lips and pushing her tongue into her mouth. Mom eagerly responds, kissing her back and squeezing Susan's ass cheeks through her shorts. Standing in the doorway, I watch them grind their bodies together, while they hungrily devour each other's tongues. Obviously, the first part of the suggestion got through before the battery died. My cock is rock hard, as Su

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

This time, we were doing it right here in the open, on the couch where Mom usually sat with her coffee in the evenings, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware. Marcus pushed me down onto the cushions, his body covering mine instantly. His hands roamed over me greedily, sliding under my tank top to squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples until I gasped into his mouth. “Fuck, Bev,” he growled against my lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About how wet you get for me.”

Mike smiled and kneaded them, teasing the nipples between his fingers. "I'm already close," she whimpered. "Cum for me mom," her son whispered. "Uh...uh...uhhhh!" she moaned throwing her head back and stiffening. Mike could feel his mother's pussy squeezing him with her orgasmic waves. She took about thirty seconds to catch her breath and climbed off.