Mother And Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The friction on my clit was intense, building fast. “Oh fuck, Mom—I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my voice muffled by her pussy. “Do it, baby girl,” she moaned, grinding faster. “Cum on Mommy’s pussy while your stepbrother watches.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. My whole body tensed, thighs shaking as I squirted against her, soaking her cunt and the couch. Sarah followed right after, her pussy pulsing and flooding my tongue and face with her sweet cum. We kept rubbing through it, slick and slippery, drawing out every spasm.

The bathroom door opened and her mother walked in, folding her hands under her breasts. “Looks like today was a wonderful day for you,” her mother smiled, taking a step closer. “What's the special occasion?” The woman smiled to herself and took a sip of her wine. “I’m in a good mood.” “What’s so good that it made you whistle like a bird?” The woman let out a soft laugh. She tilted her head back and stared at the ceiling. “Kieran and Michelle had sex.” There was a short pause before her mother shouted. “What!!”

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

"Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent? "Forcing your own biological son to call your mistress 'Mommy' in front of everyone? You're probably the only person in the world who would do that. I have to say, you and Samantha are perfect for each other—a cheater and a homewrecker." I smiled flatly, then turned my gaze to Samantha. "Ms. Yates, I heard you're a language teacher. Tell me, did I use the right words to describe you and my husband?"

Mom: "God, baby, STOP! I appreciate what you are doing, but I just want you to do me, and do me hard. I am so horny, so ready. Let's both make this a night to remember...enough with hammer time...now, it's baby time." I pulled all the way out of mom till only the end of my cock lightly grazed her wet pussy, then I slammed it home. Mom winced. I withdrew it all the way, and then brought it forward. As I continued to pile-drive into my gorgeous mother, I carefully started moving her towards the bedpost. Finally, I had her where I instinctively needed her for breeding, with her legs on my shoulders, her slender ankles bumping into my ears, her beautiful smooth mommy feet dangling in the air. My

" Not a lie, again. There was a stunned silence before I could finally get my mother to compose herself and sit up straighter on the stool. "So what?" She pouted in haughty disdain. My mother was a classically beautiful woman, but she didn't have that radiance that comes from within. She was like a lifeless symmetrical drawing. "Men aren't sensitive about such things. So what if you have sex for money? You're most likely having fun doing it.". You're right—you should be thanking us. Not many men can do this.

Some said it hurt, others said it didn’t. In childhood, I heard moans and screams from my mother’s room and other houses where women prostituted themselves. In my innocence, I thought those men were hurting them. Some were. Just before turning ten, my mother sat me down and explained sex, how not to get pregnant, and said, “It’s fucking good, and use it to your advantage. Be good in bed, and you’ll get everything from men.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve seen the two of you have sex, and it just made me so hot.” “What?” “At first I would just listen to the two of you, then I started spying. Watching your breasts bounce as you rode his dick made my own nipples hard…” She began to open her bathrobe, exposing her round full breasts to her daughter. “And watching you rub your pussy as he hammered you made me so wet.” She fully opened her robe and exposed her cunt, glistening in arousal. April was in disbelief as she looked at her naked mother, and I knew that she was almost as horny as I was. Her ability to hide it was beginning to fail.

Frank groped her breasts through her nurse uniform, making her moan. He started to undo her buttons. She pulled away. "Frank! Sophie's home!" she warned. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long time since we had sex.". She pecked him. "I know. But I promise, I'll find time.". I'd seen and heard enough, so I stomped down the remaining stairs. They quickly realised it themselves. "Sophie!" my mum exclaimed. I wasn't bothered; I was horny as fuck too. But I'd never be turned by a man like Frank. How did my mom even find him attractive?

Frank finally looked up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at the tension between my mother and me. Pamela, undeterred, leaned forward. "Fine, not Chloe. But what about that older woman? The one you mentioned seeing a few months ago?" I froze, my fork hovering mid-air. I set it down deliberately, meeting my mother's gaze. "I don't have any woman in my life, Mom. And honestly, I'd prefer if you respected my decisions." Pamela sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I just want what's best for you."