Mom Son Sex Confessions Novels & Stories

Her belly pressed up between them, the curve of it shifting with every roll of her hips. She came with a low, satisfied moan, the kind that had nothing to do with desperation and everything to do with belonging. Milk sprayed in rhythmic jets; cum filled her until it leaked out around their cocks. They switched again and again, slow and deep, whispering the same words they always did now. “Tell us who you are.” “I’m Emma. Your wife. Your cumslut. Their mother.” “Tell us what you own.” “Everything. My body. My cunt. My womb. My life.”

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard it. “Ahh…” A loud moan came from Mom and Dominic’s bedroom. The door wasn’t fully closed. “Yes… oh fuck… Dom… ahh…” My feet stopped moving. I stood frozen in the hallway. Mom’s voice was getting louder, breathy and desperate. Then I heard Dominic’s deep voice, rough and commanding. “You like when I fuck you like this, huh?”

She squeezed gently, her thumb rubbing over the swollen head, collecting the leaking cum. Without hesitation, she brought her glistening fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth, moaning softly as she tasted me. "I do," she whispered, voice dripping with lust. " Sienna told me you were big, but seeing this close is so satisfying. I want this monster stretching my cunt open." “Damn, I never would have thought my girlfriend's mother was such a slut” I growled, the sound raw in my throat, and climbed on the bed, grabbed the thin hand of her robe, and ripped it down her arms tearing it off in one rough pull.

“You killed both of them. You’re a monster.” Adriano stepped closer, stopping just a few feet away. “Your father destroyed my family first,” he said quietly. “Tonight is justice.” Max shook his head again, furious and trembling. “You don’t know anything! You don’t understand—” Before he could finish, the front door opened. Nora walked in, exhausted from her shift at the hospital. She dropped her keys on the table and called out, “Mom? Dad? I’m home—” Her words stopped abruptly.

And my mother, that's a story for another time. None of it is enough. The daylight jobs are a joke. That’s why I’m here. The bass of the club is a physical weight, thumping against my ribs like a second heartbeat. The Velvet Room is a seedy pit of sweat and lust, the air thick with the smell of expensive cologne, cheap perfume, and the sharp, musky tang of sex. It’s a sex club, a place where inhibitions are checked at the door along with the cover charge. I adjust the silk mask covering my eyes, the only shield I have against the depravity around me. My outfit is barely there—a black latex bodysuit that hugs my curves like a second skin, cut high on my thighs and plunging deep at the chest t

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.

“Why did you become a pornstar? Your husband’s rich. I bet he gives you everything you want so why?” My tone was calm, curious, my eyes locked on hers. Her grin deepened, that same dangerous spark lighting up her gaze. “Just because…” she purred. “I love when they watch.” And that was when it all began. The secret affair with my step-mom

"A survey over the telephone job. Tell you later. Got to go." She hung up and called her older cousin Monica, who lived in India, and who was watching a movie at the theater with her boyfriend. "Aha! How come the busy billionaire bee is calling me today." "Momo...! I think I lost my virginity while I was drunk last night. Can't remember a thing." "With who? The bartender? Is Rafael asking for a divorce?" "Oh shush! The sex was with Rafael, you silly!" "Oh, then, what's the problem? Oh wait, I see a much bigger problem. Why would you wait this long to sleep with that delicious man? What's wrong with you?"

A sense of foreboding washed over me instantly. When I opened the door, Mom was indeed inside, along with several other executives of the company. The atmosphere was thick with tension. When Mom caught sight of me, she pointed at me and declared, "You might be my daughter, but you've done something to betray the company and I have no other choice but to expose you." "What have I done now?" "What have you done?" Mom repeated my question with righteous indignance. "Last night, I saw you send all your company's data to a competitor. That's right, I saw everything."