Mother And Son Making Out Novels & Stories

Mary knew how to move, and make him forget everything else, and right now that was exactly what he needed. Their pace was rough, as Mary kept riding him like a pro like they were both trying to prove something neither of them could name. Mary kept going faster and faster, her head thrown back and her breath coming in sharp gasps. Dynan gripped her waist and matched her rhythm, his wolf finally quieting under the physical release. Afterward they lay tangled in the sheets, both breathing hard. Mary traced her fingers on his chest while her other hand rested low on her stomach, a gesture she probably didn't realize she was making.

my mother rambled to me and I squeezed my eyes shut as I refused to look at her. Though my head was sweating with information, I never had thought it through, the way I felt around her, but that wasn't enough, enough to assume she was my mate. "She is pregnant..." "She isn't," my mother blurted out, and I froze. "What..." She smiled as she brought out her fan and started to fan herself, a smile on her lips.

We were so lost in each other that we did not hear the front door open. The sound of keys hitting the entry table snapped us out of our bubble. My mother stood in the doorway of the living room, frozen in place. She was still wearing the dress from her date the night before, her purse slung over her shoulder. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene: her twenty-year-old son on the couch with her thirty-three-year-old best friend straddling his lap, kissing passionately, Rachel’s shirt ridden up and my hands clearly under it on her bare skin.

Thomas nodded and disappeared down a hallway. Margaret was in the middle of describing a painting in the foyer when we heard it. The sound came from upstairs. Faint at first, then unmistakable. A woman's moan. High and breathy. A man's grunt. Low and rhythmic. The sounds of bodies moving together. Of passion. Of sex. Margaret froze mid-sentence. Zoe's face went pale. Thomas emerged from the hallway, confusion written across his features. "Mother, Father isn't in his study. His coat is here, so he must be home, but—"

I made a pot of coffee when Steve walked in I could hear him talking to Jeremy, “Hey there little man, how have you been? I’ve missed you so much. I can’t wait until your mommy agrees to come closer to me so I could see you everyday.” I looked around the corner and he had Jeremy in his arms as he looked at him in his eyes talking to him. He put Jeremy down and began to try playing with him, Jeremy was in a swinging phase and had hit him several times, I was laughing from the kitchen. Steve saw my amusement and ran up to me, he grabbed onto my waist as he lifted me up onto the counter he kissed me roughly,

He glanced briefly at his son, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, "But you can only watch now, I am not letting you get a taste of it anymore, Aaron." I whimpered instinctively crossing my arms over my chest in a futile attempt to conceal my bare body. I was suffocating from shame being watched by two men- father and son both eyeing me hungrily in broad daylight. My eyes locked with Aaron who was drooling with his mouth open as if ready to pounce on me as Edrick held me in place not letting me move by an inch.

After signing all the necessary papers, the judge declares the process completed and leaves. “Now, you are officially my son's mother.” She nods and slowly approaches me to give me a chaste kiss. “Oh no, that's not enough for me.” I grab her by the waist and pull her as close to me as I can, melting into a kiss so full of passion that for a moment we forget where we are, only managing to separate because we are squishing Alexandre. “Now he is our son, my love.” I say as I move away from her, and we hear congratulations from my staff.

She reached round his waist and pulled him in again, “Relax and enjoy it.” “Enjoy what?” he asked. “This,” she replied and planted her mouth on his again. He knew it was wrong to respond the way he did, but he couldn’t help it -- his mouth opening and his tongue probing forward to meet hers. This time he didn’t break away once he realised, but carried on enjoying the taste and smell and touch of his Mom, no matter how taboo it was. His Mom was equally enthusiastic, her hands rubbing at the small of his back, massaging him through his shirt, whilst her tongue pressed forward into his mouth, swishing over his. They continued through the song and then the next, swaying and moving, gyrating and

We walked into the living room. The place was enormous, elegant and expensive. “Dad, I’m back!” Xavier called out. Then he turned to me. “Meet my dad. Dad, meet Chloe.” The moment his father heard my name, he slowly turned around. The cup of coffee in his hand slipped slightly. And the moment I saw his face, my entire body froze. My heart stopped beating for a while . “Sebastian Whitmore!” I stumbled backward in shock. “Your… dad?” I whispered.

Even her gentle voice makes me want to cry right now. She knows. Yea, what's the point of having me with her for years of growing up if she doesn't know? I calm myself and just smile at her. And when she hugs me, I close my eyes and I thank her for being with me through times like this. "Thank you, Na!" I sincerely whisper to her "And here we go again. Nana, we're just going to the Capital. I'm not going to get her away from you, so stop acting like you two will be apart forever," as soon as we hear him say that, we break from the hug and laugh together.