Novel & Cerita Mom Son Seduction

When I turned to see what had gotten his attention, it was Henry walking towards us with a smiling fucking Felicity Stonewallers in his arms. 35 title words and counting, which one is your second favorite. Mine is Seduction

Dad took us all to dinner. No one mentioned that I'd written Rose's best lines during our "practice sessions." Or that her dramatic monologue had been word-for-word what I'd performed in my original audition. Rose just had a gift for memorization, that's all. "Camille Elizabeth Lewis!" Mom's voice sharpened. "This behavior is completely unacceptable." I opened my bedroom door. They stood in the hallway like a perfect family portrait, Mom in her designer suit, Dad looking distinguished in his work clothes, Rose wearing concern like the latest fashion trend.

"Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent? "Forcing your own biological son to call your mistress 'Mommy' in front of everyone? You're probably the only person in the world who would do that. I have to say, you and Samantha are perfect for each other—a cheater and a homewrecker." I smiled flatly, then turned my gaze to Samantha. "Ms. Yates, I heard you're a language teacher. Tell me, did I use the right words to describe you and my husband?"

"Does this look familiar? Bet he waved something similar last night. Come on, admit it. First round in his place—bam, quickie after dinner. You served up more than just plates, right? Him pounding away, calling you his little kitchen slut while you begged for more." Laura bit her lip, glancing toward the door like Dad might burst in, then laughed out loud. I followed in the laughter. "Okay, okay... maybe something small happened. But not like that. He just kissed me after dinner and said I am so talented. Then, yes, we... made love quick. But it was passion! Not dirty things like you said." I clapped my hands, delighted. "Ha! Knew it! Successful Double seduction!” I yelled, referring to my a

I moan as he slides his fingers into my dripping core. "Mmhm, I love to you moan my name!" He seductively whispers into my ear. My breath becomes more labored as his fingers increase in speed and barrels me towards my orgasm. "Oh..Xav...I-I can't ta-ke much...Ooohhh...more of...this!" I am barely able to think as my body spasms and controts as my orgasm hits me. I scream out as my vision sees spots floating as I come down from the best orgams I have had in a long time!

Back in my own room, I undressed and jumped in the shower, where my shower head and I shared an intimate interlude while I plotted the next step in my son's seduction. One thing about me is once I decide I want something, I do everything in my power to get it. And once I'd decided I was going to seduce my son, it was all I could think about... it became an obsession. Most of my prior relationships with men had begun as games of a sort where I allowed them to wine and dine me while I asked them about their lives, dreams and philosophy to learn everything I could about them. Then once I was certain I wanted to submit to them, I did my best to set up the perfect evening in a perfect location. O

In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared. "Be a good boy, Sawyer. Your daddy's a softie. As long as you cry, he'll give you whatever you want. "Just tell him that my business went under and there's no money for your school fees. Tell him to send money right away." A floodgate opened in my memory. All the moments I'd forced myself to forget, the ones she'd papered over with "we're family," came rushing back with brutal clarity. The footage cut to another scene again. This time, it showed Mom and Uncle Keith in an office, with an audio recording capturing them scheming about how to cook the books and quietly siphon the money Dad had inve

Twenty million dollars. "Twenty million dollars." She murmured the words under her breath, almost to herself. Eros watched her reaction closely. He knew she would be tempted. Who wouldn’t be? "But..." she hesitated. "What if someone finds out? What if it all goes wrong?" "Nobody will find out." His voice was final, cold. “You just need to follow the terms. You play the part, you get paid. Simple.” He paused, letting the silence stretch. “There’s one condition, though. No contact with other men. No flirting. We need to make this look believable.”

“Bet you sound real fucking nice when you’ve got a nice hard cock in your snatch.” My back is pressed tight against the bin, and he’s close, too close. His breath is in my face. It stinks. He stinks. He smells musty and rank, Mum’s one of mMum’sold boyfriends… the window cleaner with the black tooth… the one who slipped his hand between my legs when we were watching Disney and never came over again… “You want this… I want this…” His horrible laugh is right in my ear. I feel his lips on me. “You’ve got me all worked up, baby girl… you owe me for the smoke… you owe me now… what are you gonna do about it?”

Mom: "Well, I should be mad, but that damn cock of yours! It's amazing you didn't try and seduce the whole town. I can assure you that the old, horny women of my bridge club would all jump at the chance to have you. All of them are married, some are even still fertile. God, I could just see you, looking proudly as those society women rolled in, each sporting a swollen belly carrying your child. Wow, that even turns me on! Well, maybe it's enough that one society woman's belly swells with the life you put into her...and that will be ME and only me! I can still have children, and I WANT children. Your father is sweet, but he was no longer man enough after he lost his trust fund and power. Now