Mom Son Sex Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Mom is literally having a time of her life. Can you hear how loud and deep those bang sounds are? He is literally digging very deep into her.” My twin brother said out loud and he was thinking the same way that I was. “I know rightt!” Wedding night sex are literally the best sex ever. “You know, I love the way that he calls mom Queen. It is very soothing to hear.” I laughed out loud and immediately held it in, so they won't hear me. “It is probably their sex kink, nothing special.” He nodded in agreement and we continued listening to them. “Give me your legs, hold the bed.”

My mom had a special way of using her sharp teeth to play with my private areas, making me feel intense pain and even more intense pleasure. One day after school, Anna and I were ovulating and we decided to take the sex to my house since there was no one around. We got very carried away, forgetting to lock the door and my mom walked in on us, as we were rubbing our clitoris against each other. She was shocked at first that it was Anna, because my mom always thought she was straight but she did not care after some time. In fact my mom brought up the idea of a three some and not just any type of threesome. The type where we use sex tools and use sex cards to do.

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

I whimpered, voice muffled, my whole body shaking. He gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into my skin, pulling me back onto his cock harder. His balls slapped wetly against my clit with every stroke, the sound so filthy in the quiet room. Mom was still sleeping right next to us even with the noise we were making she didn't wake up. completely unaware that her husband was destroying her daughter's pussy just inches away. He leaned over me more, chest pressing against my back, hot breath on my ear. "That's it baby girl, take this dick.."

I flipped our position with my cock still buried in her, making her grab the couch for support as I rammed into her. But I was being careful, I didn't want anything that would put her or the baby at risk. "Mmph, yes Lucian." She moaned out as I continued slamming into her repeatedly until we both cummed down from our high. "I love you." I muttered, as she slumped down on the couch. "I love you too."

Matthew grunted while he kept pounding into her. “Hey slut! Mrs. Weber wants to know if her husband can fuck your hot ass tomorrow. But I should warn you because people say he’s got a really thick cock,” Mona laughed and roughly squeezed my wife’s tits. Sabrina only moaned and whimpered under the hard thrusts while Mona held the phone near her. “Please… Mr. Weber should put his cock in my ass… oh God how horny… I need cocks, they can’t be big enough… oh I’m going to come…!”

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..."

Jace’s thumb finds my clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles that match the rhythm of his cock. Above me, Mom leans forward, taking Jace’s mouth in a messy, hungry kiss. I watch upside-down as their tongues tangle, her moans muffled against him. The sight alone nearly pushes me over. Jace breaks the kiss, grabs Mom’s hair, and pulls her down to my breast. She latches onto my nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing, while Jace pounds into me. I’m losing it—legs trembling, pussy clenching, every nerve on fire. Mom’s grinding faster, chasing her own release, and I can feel her getting close, her thighs tightening around my ears. Jace’s thrusts turn erratic; he’s right there with us.

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.

The sounds of the crowd surged back---laughter, congratulations, praise. They surrounded me, yet none of it was meant for me. An exhibition themed "My Mother," starring my husband, the son I'd carried for ten months, and my son's "Mommy." I was just the human who'd delivered Luke, the nanny who handled discipline and restriction. The love and joy of motherhood had long been handed to someone else by Lucien.