Mom Son Real Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the disgusting image of Sean, my long-time fiancé of three years, cheating on me with an average-height, dark-skinned Flora on our matrimonial bed. Soon-to-be matrimonial bed. I had found him fucking her on the supposed matrimonial bed we were meant to share after marriage. When I arrived home to surprise my ex-fiancé, the first sound I heard was a loud moan as I opened the door. Clothes were flung around the couch and on the floor. Following the trail, I picked up the bra and panties I saw on the passage leading to the room. I kept trying to convince myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then the screams and moans became lou

We sort of fell in a heap on the bed, Mom's face in Lisa's crotch and my cock slipping from Mom's ass with a popping sound. "Let's rest for a while," Mom says, panting, "then I want to watch you fuck your sister, Jack. We only have a month until your father gets home and I want to make the most of it." We will make the most of the next month. We fuck, suck and daisy chain in every conceivable position. I fuck Mom or Lisa while they eat each other. One of them sucks me while I eat the other one. We all sleep in Mom's king-sized bed, with me usually sandwiched between their sexy naked bodies. Mom and Lisa both have voracious sexual appetites and I quite frequently wake up with one of them suck

and then he took his ladder and went home. "Come inside" the momma said, "And I will cook you a delicious dinner and give you a back rub. "And then can we have sex?" the poppa asked. The momma, knowing that she was pretty loose and sloppy said, "Not tonight poppa, I have a yeast infection. Maybe in a couple of days." In the mischievous son's room the beautiful daughter had her legs up on the mischievous son's shoulders and he was driving his cock into her as she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me."

"I'd never thought of another woman sexually. Suddenly I was curious. As the boys got down on their knees, I touched Kerry's wonderful, cute breast. She surprised me and gently removed my hand. I didn't have time to think about it because Jack's mouth connected with my pussy, and I came all over his face." Mom stopped and took a deep breath. She turned and looked directly at my erection. She kept talking, facing me now. Accepting that she is telling a personal sex story to her eighteen-year-old son and enjoying it. It was night now. A streetlight gave just enough light and the illusion of secrecy. "I held Kerry's hand as she came on dad's face. They didn't stop. But they did switch. It was i

He doesn't even know his wife still enjoys visiting the gloryhole when she's not on Mother-Son incest cruises. As the good pastor heads home, he believes this is the best way for his son to lose his virginity. He's going to make a man out of his son. * * * Max Green "Mom," I groaned as Mom engulfed my cock. I was lying in bed. It was a relaxing, Saturday morning when Mom had slipped in to enjoy some passion. I could not get enough of her. Whether was I enjoying her at the gloryhole or bent over her car or on that hot cruise we took, it was incredible having a mom with a mouth that could suck like that.

When he stopped in front of me, close enough that I could still feel the heat from his shower clinging to his skin, he lowered his voice. “No.” I blinked up at him, heart pounding. “No?” I echoed, like I hadn’t heard him the first time. “I’ve had lovers,” he said evenly, without apology. “But I’ve never mated.” I’ve had lovers. For some reason, that stuck with me. I didn’t care about the bracelet in that moment, I cared about those lovers. Who were they? Were they still in his life? Was Kaela one of them? “Why haven’t you?” I asked instead.

He was the hockey captain, the future Alpha everyone whispered about, built like a god and twice as cruel. She just wanted a quiet evening, a shower and maybe some food if her mom had bothered to cook but the house wasn't quiet… From upstairs, the sounds hit her like a wave. The steady creak of the bed frame, her mother's breathy, broken moans floating down the hallway and deep, masculine groans that vibrated with raw pleasure...the unmistakable wet slap of skin meeting skin, hard and rhythmic. Ashley's face burned as she stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, heart pounding, the moans grew louder, more desperate. Her mother cried out sharply, "Oh god... yes, harder..."

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

" I felt the pleasure building. Coiling low in my belly as my breasts bounced with each thrust. Then I reached down and rubbed my clit. "Don't stop," I begged. "Please…" "Cum for him," Desmond growled. "Cum while he watches." I was close. So close. My pussy clenched around his cock with an unbearable pressure. Then… All of a sudden the door flew open. And everyone's head turned. It was Lisa… Desmond's wife. Standing there, naked. Sweat glistening on her skin. Her eyes went wide as she took in the scene of her husband buried deep inside me while my husband jerked off in the chair.