Mom Son Make Out Novels & Stories

[Diana’s POV] (((FLASHBACK))) “Do you know what the real tragedy is, Dia?” Mask asked, cradling my fingers in his hands. My head rested over his chest as I lay on him, skin to skin. A thin blanket covered us not to keep us warm, but to help us cool down from the high of our union. “What?” I mumbled against his collarbone as I lifted my gaze to meet his. Honestly, losing my virginity to him was the most bittersweet experience.

"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.

I rest against my pillows and have her straddle my lap. She gasps as I enter her with ease. I sit up and wrap my arms around her, rocking us back and forth. Her arms slip around my neck and hands play in my hair. We move together in a passionate rhythm and she holds my face as we kiss to muffle our moans. Our breaths turn heavy, lips brushing lips. Her hands tug at my short hair and moments later we come together. We sat there, catching our breaths and my mom knocks on the door. "Everything okay? You need help Shawn," she asks with concern, respecting our privacy.

We head back to our table, giddy and glowing, only to nearly choke on our drinks. Mum and Dad are in the corner. Making out. Like full-on, unapologetic, high-school-sweetheart snogging. His hand is in her hair, and she’s giggling like a girl half her age. I gag dramatically. “Oh my goddess. Get a room.” May coughs into her drink. “They’re the reason we have a room, technically.”

All the lust within him dissipated in an instant. “You…” He stared at Sonnet in a daze. Sonnet clapped and said, “Mr. Stewart, this was truly an entertaining live stream. I’ve recorded everything for you!” She held her phone while she spoke. The sounds of kissing rang out from her phone. She was playing the video of him making out with the woman just now. Mason was outraged. He reached out and tried to snatch the phone from her. “Give it to me!” Sonnet dodged him in an agile manner and said, “I’m sorry to stop you halfway. You can continue. I’ll wait for you to finish up outside. Let’s talk after you’re done.”

By the time we dressed and headed home, I felt lighter—looser—almost like myself. “Today was good,” I said as we walked inside. “Thanks, Mum.” “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” “And where have you two been?” Marcus teased, walking down the stairs with that playful smirk he always had. “Little girl time,” Mom said, and before I could blink, Marcus pulled her into a hug… then straight into a full-on make-out session. They started sucking each other’s mouths like teenagers. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys now,” I said with a scrunched-up face, backing away dramatically. “Gross.”

] Then she forwarded another article: [If a Woman Isn't Savage Enough, She'll Never Keep Her Place—3 Tricks to Control a Cheating Man] I pretended to hesitate, then waited ten minutes before replying. "Will that... actually work?" She answered immediately. [Obviously! Why would I ever hurt you?] I replied like I was torn. "Okay... I'll try." *** The next afternoon, Mom and Zoey showed up empty-handed. The second Mom walked in, her eyes started darting around the suite.

he teased, his voice warm but evasive. I slapped his bare chest lightly, the contact drawing another deep laugh from him, the kind of laugh that crinkled his eyes and made my stomach flip. “I’m serious,” I said, smiling despite myself, tilting my head to look at him. His expression softened into something achingly warm before he leaned down to brush a feather-light kiss against my lips. “We can start using it if you want to. Wife.”

A loud moan followed thereafter. I was curious. I wondered if anyone was hurt, so I traced the direction where the noise came from. However, upon opening one of the toilets, I was taken aback to find a couple making out. "Whoops! I'm so sorry..." I felt embarrassed. Likewise, I should have known the moan was sensual and not pain-inflicted. "No problem. Just shut the door, or do you mind a threesome?" The man panted, spitting out pubic hair. The lady's breasts were perked in further anticipation, and she continued moaning.

Lisa said glaring at Dame. "What!! but it was fun!!! he sang. Admit it you enjoyed it he sang poking Lisa who was trying to hold her laughter which wasn't working. "Fine, It was fun." "Besides the cupcakes were for you mum". "Awwwwn, is it now?. "Yes". "Group hug? I love you guys so much" I said to the as tears welled up in my eyes. "Mum don't cry, we love you too". Damien said kissing my forehead. Did I say he was taller than me?. Yep, my son is taller than I am.