Novel & Cerita Mom Son Sex Storys

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.

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."

Following the details in the email, she took a cab to a hotel. It happened to be the day of Dad's company's celebration banquet, which was also a welcome party for the new female supervisor. Amid the lively atmosphere, Mom barged in unexpectedly. Without a word, she slapped the female supervisor across the face as Dad was raising his glass for a toast. The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the room, leaving everyone frozen in shock. "You whore! I knew it! You're trying to seduce my husband!" Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations.

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!

While Bryan moaned so sweetly like his wife never touched him that way before. They continued in their mood for a long while, and Adrien quickly went to the door to make sure that it was locked, to prevent anyone coming in to see what they were doing inside. Bryan could not wait for her to go and return, he followed her as she was walking towards the door. Holding her soft and standing boobs made Bryan's mood for sex with her increased. He turned Adrien around after she was done locking the door, and pulled off her gown forcefully, and quickly dipped two of his fingers into her pussy, and she moaned like crazy... Bryan did not stop there, he kept dipping in and out Adrien's pussy with his fi

When I got my first project payment, he was even more excited than I was. Our relationship grew stronger and sweeter after weathering that storm. One evening, the three of us were watching TV together. A parenting show was on, and one of the very put-together moms was complaining about how hard it was to raise kids. Felix watched for a bit, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, I think you're prettier than her." I smiled. "Why's that?" "Because…" He thought about it, then said seriously, "Because you're my mom. And also, when you're working, your eyes light up. Daddy says that's called having dreams."

For six months, I pick through trash to scrape together enough money to buy Mom a beautiful dress for her birthday. I can't wait to give it to her. But the moment I hand her the dress, her gentle smile vanishes. She screams, shoves me to the floor, and grabs a chair. She brings it down on me again and again. "Did that monster put you up to this? Did he tell you to give me this dress just to hurt me? You've got his blood in your veins! I should've known you'd turn on me!" She beats me until I'm barely breathing, then runs out of the house, leaving me alone on the cold floor. As my vision blurs, a book suddenly opens before my eyes. That's when I learn the truth. I'm the tragic male lead

I said matter-of-factly. “Mom, please don’t get married to this man. You can marry any other man.” I held her hands, pleading. I really wanted to be happy for her. I was ready to be. But how could I, when she was marrying the same man who had given me my first real taste of pleasure? The same man I had wanted so desperately, even while praying we would never cross paths again. I looked him in the eyes. Anyone watching would think we were locked in some silent stare competition. Mom glanced between us while I stared at him, anger burning through me.