Mom Son Sex Storys Novels & Stories

When he stopped in front of me, close enough that I could still feel the heat from his shower clinging to his skin, he lowered his voice. “No.” I blinked up at him, heart pounding. “No?” I echoed, like I hadn’t heard him the first time. “I’ve had lovers,” he said evenly, without apology. “But I’ve never mated.” I’ve had lovers. For some reason, that stuck with me. I didn’t care about the bracelet in that moment, I cared about those lovers. Who were they? Were they still in his life? Was Kaela one of them? “Why haven’t you?” I asked instead.

“Spill.” And so, Amelia told her about Blake’s mother, her mother’s reaction, and how they were planning to reunite. Maya gasped. “No way.” "Yes way.” “That’s insane,” Maya said. “It’s like… fate or something.” Amelia snorted. “Or just a really weird coincidence.” Maya hummed. “Still. That’s so crazy. Your moms were best friends?” “Apparently.” Maya giggled. “Imagine if they force you and Blake to be best friends now.”

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.

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.

"FUCK ME IN THE STORM! SHIFT MY WOMB, DOMINIC!" The wind picked up, blowing more rain onto us. Our bodies were slick with sweat and rainwater, making the sound of the sex even wetter. Squelch. Slap. Squelch. Dominic was a beast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look at the dark sky while he hammered into me. "Tell me who owns this pussy!" he roared, his muscles bulging in the moonlight. "Tell me who owns you while the world sleeps!"

Keyla smirked, “I knew it. I knew she’d be a freak in bed. Did, -“ Mom stopped Keyla, “Young lady, that’s enough!” Keyla and I both laughed at my mom, who was acting like she had never had sex. So I decided to tease her a bit. “Momma, do you want to take your new boyfriend with us on the trip?” Mom hit me with a pillow again, “boy! Don’t even start!” Keyla and I ran out of the room into the kitchen, laughing. It felt good to laugh after being so angry.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations. But this time, Mom had clearly met her match. Not only did Dad's coworkers intervene, but even Dad joined in, dragging Mom out of the hotel as she continued her hysterical tirade. One of the younger women even called security. In the end, several people carried Mom out of the hotel and left her at the entrance. Never in her life had Mom experienced such humiliation. Dusting herself off, she stood up. Right in front of the security guards and Dad's coworkers, she slapped Dad twice.

My pussy juice soaked his finger as I rode his hand, intent on bringing myself to a much-needed orgasm. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I cried out, my eyes closed as he continued to stroke me. It felt so good, like a masseuse massaging my body. But this was way more satisfying. The way he moved his fingers felt way better than any toys, or Sean, my ex-boyfriend. “Come on, Daddy,” I moaned as he stroked my pussy continuously. Sir, A gentle knock broke the rhythm, and a voice behind the door. “Sir, your first course is ready. May I serve it in the lounge?”

I want you to fuck my pussy while you suck my nipples and bite at the little rings. ‘And?’ Ross said, his face impassive as he forked up the spicy tomato sauce. ‘And...and...I want you to push a finger into my anus, while you suck my clitoris and lick up my juices. I want to make you come inside me.’ Stacey squirmed on the cool seat, pressing her pouting, thickened sex-lips against the now warm wood. Her juices had seeped down to pool on the chair. She could hardly believe she was saying these things. They usually didn’t speak during sex. But that was then. Somehow this was now —a new time. A time of endless possibilities. Lord, what a birthday this was turning out to be!