Romans & histoires Mom Son Sex Stories

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

The door was widely open and I could see everything thing that was happening. Darren was like a beast riding into her like all the cars he had driven in his entire life wasn’t enough for him, and what was more annoying was that he seemed to be enjoying every single bit of it. It should have been me in that position but he had never touched me, always telling me that sex before marriage was bad because after marriage the vibe would no longer be there. Was he lying when he told me that people who had sex before marriage always ended up getting divorced, because they get bored of theirselves too quickly?.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

“I was getting bred.” Silence on the other end. Heavy. Dangerous. “You’re not funny,” Mark said finally, voice lower. “Tell me the truth. Did you let strangers fuck you?” I curled my fingers and rubbed the sensitive spot they had all abused the night before. A soft, shameless moan slipped out before I could stop it. “Yes,” I breathed. “All three of them. One after another. Then all at once. They filled me until I couldn’t take any more.” “Sienna—”

Melodie “Fuck yes…..fuck me harder….hmmm….oh my God…..you are so big, I love the way your cock fills me up daddy…please fuck me more…” “Such a naughty girl. Begging for daddy’s cock. I'm going to give you exactly what you want.” “Oh yes please do, pound my slutty holes and spill your thick sweet cum into me.” The sound goes on forever. I know I shouldn’t listen. Everything in my body screams for me to enter my room and lock the door as I’ve always done.

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

"Caleb isn't 15 anymore. He's 35 and perfectly capable of deciding who he wants to love and date. What gives you the right to interfere in our lives?" Then, she drawled a long, knowing "oh" and continued, " I get it now, you pervert. Your wife can't move or satisfy your needs, so now you're eyeing my body, aren't you? You wanted to keep Caleb away from me so you could crawl into my bed, right? "I let it slide when you secretly stole my underwear, you absolute monster! If you didn't want your son carrying on the family line, why did you bother having him in the first place? You might as well keep your pants zipped!"

They sort of had a psychic connection. “Mom!” Juliette cried, “I am so glad that we are getting together tonight. It has been way too long!” “Honey, I couldn’t agree more. You’ve been working so hard that you haven’t had a second for anything else.” “So much has been happening…” Juliette started, but her mother interrupted. “I know! So much has been happening. Martin and I went to Hawaii, you know…Remember that man I am dating?” “Yes, yes, I remember.” Juliette wondered how her mother could possibly think she might have forgotten the one and only man her mother had ever dated. They’d met a few months ago, and Juliette could tell that he made her mother happy.

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