Mom Son Sex Confessions の小説・ストーリー

Laura's POV I accidentally walked in on my friend’s dad fucking an unknown woman, and since then, I haven't been able to concentrate in class, the scene replayed in my head; his long, thick dick thrusting into her pussy like that was exactly where it belonged, her erratic moans, and the slurpy sounds of his hard pounds. “Hey Laura…” Brenda walked over to me, stopping my train of thoughts. She seemed excited as she clutched onto her backpack.

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

*Moment 2: Adia and Priya’s Mom* In the kitchen. Washing dishes. Priya’s mom: “You look tired.” Adia: “I am.” Priya’s mom: “You look happy too.” Adia: “I am.” They clinked wet plates. *Moment 3: Kael and Ben* Ben: “How’s the Fund?” Kael: “Broke.” Ben: “How’s your heart?” Kael: “Full.” Ben nodded. “That’s the metric.” *Moment 4: Lila and Ms. Carter*

I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to muffle the whimper that escaped. Mom kept talking about her conference, completely unaware. Ken fucked me relentlessly the entire time, his thick cock stretching and ruining me while I tried to sound normal on the phone with my mother. I came again. Hard. My pussy clenched violently around him as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I tried desperately to stay quiet, but a broken moan slipped out anyway. “Are you okay, honey? You sound a little out of breath,” Mom asked. Ken whispered darkly in my ear, “Tell her you’re fine… while I fill this slutty cunt with cum.”

The way she moved like she owned the air itself. She didn't beg. She demanded. She didn't giggle. She commanded. And I had watched her. I had paid to watch her. My phone buzzed. Jonathan: You land yet? I typed back quickly. Roman: Just did. Let’s grab drinks later this week. Thursday? A few seconds later. Jonathan: Thursday’s good. Same place. I was about to put the phone away when another notification came in. VelvetMistress: Want a private show?

"You're about to walk into the lion's den." A confident chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm ready, Mom. Sienna Hamilton won't know what hit her." As Marjorie ended the call, a delicious sense of anticipation unfurled within her. She leaned back and fixed her eyes on the screen, ready to watch the spectacle unfold. She might be locked behind bars, but tonight, she felt more powerful than ever.

She was indirectly admitting that the scandalous photos from five years ago were real. In other words, she had indeed slept with that wild man... Ivan felt an inexplicable anger. But upon further thought, he realized it was not surprising. If a woman hadn't slept with a man, how could she have given birth to a daughter! He was going crazy! He allowed himself to be influenced by such a disgraceful woman. At this moment, the rumors in the banquet hall finally quieted down. Haley breathed a sigh of relief. Although she didn't care about these words, she couldn't withstand being surrounded by so many people.

Mom snorts as she pulls the tip of the condom a little more to give more 'space. I cringe unable to hide that one from my face. I twisted my skin again, hoping I'd 'wake up', only to be disappointed to see that I was still there, staring at my mom fixing a condom on a cucumber. The sound of feet nearing kind of made me feel uneasy and perhaps it had to do with the fact that I was absolutely embarrassed that mom was giving me the sex talk right now. I pressed my elbows on the countertop surface and hold my cheeks in the palm of my hand as I pray that it wouldn't be Kade who was making a beeline for the kitchen and that it would be-

Nate leaned into me, his breathing as heavy as mine. ’’Don’t your husband fuck you, Mandy? You’re so fucking tight…’’ He murmured into my ear, his hips slamming forward again and again, fucking me completely senseless.

I took a breath, and typed: [Mom, where did you get this photo? "Typing..." stayed on the screen for almost a full minute. Then finally: [A friend took it. Stop asking so many questions.] I kept going. [Which friend? When was it taken? Where?] This time, she answered immediately. [Why are you so focused on that? The point is he cheated! Stop nitpicking!] She was rattled. I let out a cold laugh and switched to voice message. "Mom, I feel like I'm falling apart... What am I supposed to do..."