Mom Son Making Novels & Stories

Mom smiled again and said, "I'll see you tomorrow honey, and we'll go a little further. We'll work our way up to it, got it?" Before I could answer, her smile turned into a smirk and reaching down she squeezed my cock through my shorts. "Mom!" I gasped. "Cynthia." She said, then giving another squeeze, before letting go, added, "I told you I could make you Jason, when are you going to learn to listen to your mother?" *****

Mom demanded from Tyson. What the fuck ? Why would she fucking do that ? “MOMMM !!! YOU BET ON MY SEX LIFE ??” I roared in fury. “Sorry baby but mommy likes to milk dry her stuck up Dragon guardian's pockets,” she answered unperturbed by my outburst. “First of all that sounds so wrong, Mom and secondly, these fellas here can never go poor for the next three lifetimes as my mate is the ultimate boss of TJ Royal Group,” I listed out.

“That’s good to hear you two worked on your differences.” “It’s more likely that I made all those adjustments, Mom.” “That’s a big fat lie.” She stared at me in disbelief, blushing. Mom laughed as she stood up. “You two kids, enjoy your weekend.” “Wait. You’re leaving already?” “Yes, darling. It’s my day off, too. And you should work on my grandchild.” We both remained speechless as Mom walked into the house. *** “This is so freaking good.” That was Maverick’s first reaction as she tasted Linden’s legendary omelet. “What did you put in here? MSG?”

Mom demanded from Tyson. What the fuck ? Why would she fucking do that ? “MOMMM !!! YOU BET ON MY SEX LIFE ??” I roared in fury. “Sorry baby but mommy likes to milk dry her stuck up Dragon guardian's pockets,” she answered unperturbed by my outburst. “First of all that sounds so wrong, Mom and secondly, these fellas here can never go poor for the next three lifetimes as my mate is the ultimate boss of TJ Royal Group,” I listed out.

"I have to warm..." "It's fine, Mom. I don't mind eating it cold. What did you make though?" "Bacon and eggs with cheese. Let me get you a glass of warm milk." "Thank you." She got up from the bed and made her way to the door. Then she stopped and turned to me. "Mom, did you forget something?" "What's the name of that reality TV show again? The one you auditioned for." "Love Isle." "Noted. I intend on keeping myself busy with it after work today."

A soft moan escaped me as I rubbed gently, remembering the way Marcus had felt thrusting deep, claiming me. Downstairs, I heard the front door open and Mom’s voice calling out cheerfully. “I’m home! Traffic was a nightmare. Anyone around?” My breath caught. I quickly sat up, grabbing my phone like I’d been scrolling the whole time. “Up here, Mom!” I yelled back, trying to keep my voice steady. It cracked a little on the last word. Marcus’s deeper voice answered her from the kitchen. “Hey, babe. How was the drive?”

"Eat out Matti's pussy while I fuck you from behind." "Yes, honey," Mom said. "Um, I haven't ever eaten pussy before." "Well, you're going to love it," I said. "Matti wants you to eat pussy. You're both my whores, and you want to make me happy by doing this." "Yes," Matti moaned, spreading her legs wide as she sat on her bed. "Come eat me out and make Jasper happy." "Mmm, okay," Mom purred as she moved to the bed and sank to her knees. "I do want to make my son happy." She glanced at my cock. "Do you have a rubber? Your father's had a vasectomy. I'm not on the pill."

At that moment, I lost all hope, not just in Yelena, but also in Lipton Corporation. "Carter, if you were to beg me now to rescind the divorce, I might just consider helping you get promoted in the future. I'm truly heartbroken that your mom has passed away, but that still doesn't give you the right to blame everything on me! You have to be more considerate of me too, you know! "Apologize to me now, then promise to be good and listen to whatever I say in the future. I guarantee that your career will soar. That way, your mom won't have lingering regrets, right?"

That evening, I had dinner with my two sons at home. The table was full of delicious food. The atmosphere was warm. Leo put a piece of fish on my plate and smiled. "Mom, I made this dish. You taught me. Taste it." I took a bite and nodded with satisfaction. "It's delicious. Our Leo has grown up. He knows how to care for people." Sam didn't want to be outdone. He poured me a glass of juice. "Mom, I squeezed this for you specially! It's very sweet!" I looked at my two sons, my heart filled with warmth.

But Mom's hands trembled as she chopped vegetables, so much so that she didn't even notice the water boiling beside her. I followed her gaze—it was fixed on the sharp blade of the knife, glinting coldly under the light. When the meal was finally ready, the atmosphere in the room was suffocatingly heavy. The three of us sat at the table, each consumed by our own thoughts. After lunch, Dad went out to look for work again. Mom sat on the couch for a long time. Later, I watched as she shuffled into the kitchen and pulled out a whetstone to sharpen the knife.