Mom Son Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Mom… uuggghhh” I lifted her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Linda gasped loudly and gripped my shoulders. “Ahh! Mom… yes, that feels so good.” I sucked harder, then moved to the other nipple, biting gently. My hand slid down and pushed into her shorts, finding her already wet. I rubbed her clit in slow circles. “Ohhh fuck, Mom,” Linda moaned. “Your fingers… YESS”

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

Before getting married, Mom and Winston signed a prenup stating that she would never have children with him. She wanted nothing distracting them from their private world as a couple. Winston was a gym trainer making only a few hundred dollars a month, but he was lucky to meet Mom not long after starting the job. Armed with his eight-pack abs and smooth tongue, he succeeded in sweeping her off her feet. Just three days after Dad's funeral, Mom dragged Winston into the city hall to marry him.

I gasped and kept going. “Talk,” I said. “Tell me what you feel.” “Tight. Wet. I can hear how soaked you are. The office is empty and you’re taking me.” “Harder. Not inside when you finish.” “You feel so good. Riding me on this desk. Skirt up. Taking me after hours. Say my name.” “Mr Hale. Don’t stop.” He pushed up. I felt him swell. My legs shook. “Pull out,” I said. Fast. “Don’t cum in me.”

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

Nate drew a puff from his cigarette before setting it down. “Take your clothes off. We're on business today. You're going to be our perfect omega slave and we're going to be your masters.” I gulped. I hadn't expected it to be so direct, but I enjoyed it. I took off all my clothes and my moist cock sprung free. Nate smiled at me and took a puff from his cigarette before setting it down. “What's the safe word?” “Yellow and red,” I responded without hesitation. “And who are we?” “You are my masters.”

Stacie pouted at me making me feel guilty right now. But they don't know how it feels to go to a club with your mom, watch the woman who gave birth to you get hinted on by a couple of guys twice younger than her. It sucks and it's so embarrassing. "Okay enough of that baby cakes, How is your dating life right now."

Mom climaxed and Julia took over. Julia fucked her hard, driving deep with each stroke, nearly pushing her off my prick she was smacking against her so hard. Mom braced herself to keep sucking me and as soon as she moaned through her next climax, I gave up the ghost and filled her mouth with my sperm. Julia was slamming her so hard she couldn't swallow it all, practically knocked off my knob with each thrust. Some spilled out of her mouth, some ran down my cock and into my balls. Apparently it was one hell of a climax Mother had. She was shaking and shuddering with each thrust.

Every thrust felt like a million pinpricks of pleasure running through my body. He dragged me up that cliff and I made a mental note to kill him if he let me fall again. He kept thrusting, each one more brutal than the last. The only sounds in the silent room were my moans, his silent groans, the headboard hitting the wall and the sound of wet flesh slapping. The room smelt like sex, like dirty, filthy, forbidden sex. “I’m going to cum.” “Do it,” he ordered, “Cum all over my cock like the naughty little brat that you are.”

His cock was still inside me, cum dripping down my thighs, my shirt half torn open. I froze, shame and pleasure crashing through me in one unbearable wave. Mum’s hand flew to her mouth, her face pale, horror struck. Elijah finally pulled back, but only just still holding me against the fridge as if I were his. His voice was calm, dangerously calm, when he looked her straight in the eyes.. The room spun. My mum gasped, stumbling back, her voice breaking, “What the hell have you done—” (This story would be continued as the title: My Step Mum Looks Hot)