Mom Son Make Out Novels & Stories

Deborah smirked submissively and gently bucked her hips up into her son's abs, her slick pussy leaving a trail of her goo; she nodded her head gently. "You did very good baby," She whispered up to him, looking at him through her slightly steamy glasses. Jason's slick, shining grin grew wider and he leaned down, resting his chest on his mother's soft, warm tits. Deborah moaned into her son's lips as he kissed her. Her own taste filled her mouth as Jason probed his tongue past her lips. She eagerly let him in and sucked her taste off his tongue before pushing her own soft pink digit into his mouth. The mother and son continued making out, their moans getting hungrier and needier. Deborah kept

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.”

He mouthed "I made breakfast," I told him, dropping the tray on the table. "Get in here." He patted the space next to him, and I rushed back to the bed and got in beside him. He spoke to someone on the phone for a few more minutes before he turned to me and hugged me. "Good morning, baby." He pecked my cheek, and I blushed. I could get used to this forever. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I asked

Jen unfolded the towel and Mom sat on her bent knees. "Son? I want you to fuck me from behind. I want to get on all fours like a bitch in heat and feel you deep inside me, baby." As she said this, she knelt on the towel and looked over her back at me. Her ass was sticking out and her dripping pussy was looking back too. She looked very erotic, and the mischievous gleam in her eye told Jenny and me that she was just as excited about it as we were. Jenny walked around Mom, took her face in her hands and kissed her. It was just like the kiss Helen had given her the other day. I watched as her tongue explored her mother's lips and then the duel began. I stood behind my mom and held my bloody coc

There was pumpkin soup and braised ribs as well as a few of my other favorite dishes. Mom placed my photo in the center of the dining table. She poured a glass of fruit juice for me and a glass of wine for herself. She then lifted her glass and clinked it gently against my photo. "Merry Christmas, Claire." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she took a sip of the wine. She smiled and said, "I'm doing well. I'm not scared of being ridiculed anymore, and I also stopped fretting over the little things. Don't worry. I'm going to live a good life on your behalf."

wedding. But I did not argue further with him. "I love you," he muttered into my ears, kissing me. I did not resist, but I did not kiss him back either. I just stood there like a log of wood while he kissed me. "Xavier, we need to talk," someone bursted into the door and we broke apart. Cleopatra was looking at us with an almost disgusted look on her face. I looked at Xavier and back at her, getting the clue and excused myself.

Then I typed back. Me: 'Define handsy.' Mable: 'You know exactly what that means.' Me: 'Wear something that looks like a choice and not a dare this time.' Mable: 'I'm going to throw my phone at you tonight.' Me: 'I will catch it.' I set the phone face-down on the passenger seat and looked back at the dorm entrance, at the empty step where she had stretched her arms across her chest in the cold morning air forty minutes ago. The bond throbbed. Low and persistent, like a bruise you kept forgetting about until you moved wrong.

"You saw the news this morning, didn't you? It's all lies. Don't believe any of it!" Then, his tone shifted, gentler now, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a moonstone ring. "I promised your dad I'd look after Nora. That engagement story isn't real. You're my true mate. One week from now, we'll have our mate-bonding ceremony." Joe slid the ring onto my finger, then gave a satisfied nod. Right then, there was a bunch of noise downstairs. He froze, like something had just clicked, then glanced over at me, a little unsure.

Imagine my horror when I saw him in an intimate position with my closest friend, the girl I used to call my sister from another mother. I was so stunned that I just stood there for minutes, unable to move or even breathe. I stood there like a fool as I watched my husband let out a satisfying groan after releasing his cum into the woman I once called my sister. Only after getting his satisfaction did the duo notice me. While Stella scrambled in shock and fear, my husband only scoffed. He rose from the bed and then began dressing. I never imagined the first word that would come out of his mouth would be ‘you should have knocked’