Mother And Son Sex Stories Novels & Stories

It bobbed in the moonlight, pointing right at them. “On your knees,” he said. “Both of you. Kiss my cock and tell me how bad you need it.” Hannah dropped first. She wrapped her soft hand around the base and licked up the whole length, slow and wet. “I need your big fat cock, Father. I need it to stretch my naughty cunt again.” Rebecca knelt beside her. She was still a little shy, but she leaned in and kissed the tip, then sucked it gently into her mouth. “Please, Father… fuck us tonight. We want your big cock in us.”

They sort of had a psychic connection. “Mom!” Juliette cried, “I am so glad that we are getting together tonight. It has been way too long!” “Honey, I couldn’t agree more. You’ve been working so hard that you haven’t had a second for anything else.” “So much has been happening…” Juliette started, but her mother interrupted. “I know! So much has been happening. Martin and I went to Hawaii, you know…Remember that man I am dating?” “Yes, yes, I remember.” Juliette wondered how her mother could possibly think she might have forgotten the one and only man her mother had ever dated. They’d met a few months ago, and Juliette could tell that he made her mother happy.

"Wow. You're an amazing woman, Drew Appleby." I was about to ask him how he knew my last name but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the moment. "You're an amazing man, Cole Phillips." We kissed a long passionate kiss that morphed into laughter. Our conversation carried on for the most part of the day. On a whim I revealed my vulnerable parts to him telling him the story about my mom. Only Hyacinth knew about it—well until now. "My mother had been diagnosed with chronic schizophrenia which made her throw fits and act violent. It didn't help that my father was a piece of shit who didn't give a fuck about anything other than the end of a bottle and betting chips."

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.

I mumbled, still trying to wrap my head around the idea of having sex with my mother. "Mom told me that if you weren't her son she would've raped you the other day when she saw your dick all hard like that." "Seriously? Why?" This conversation was getting weird. "Why do you think dummy, mom hasn't had sex in nearly two years so that pretty much makes her one of the horniest women on the planet that's why." "You guys talk about those things?" I was more than a little shocked to find out how much her and mom shared. "Oh sure, we tell each other everything," she giggled before adding, "FYI, mom uses two ways to get to sleep at night. One is she drinks a couple of glasses of wine and the other w

I looked right at my son and said calmly, "Get dressed. We need to talk. And it's not about the noise. Your father and I are done. We are getting a divorce. I said, trying not to cry in front of my son and his girlfriend. I left the room and gave them time to put on their clothes, he came out to the sitting room, and stood close to the black sofa I was sitting down, his girlfriend was standing a bit far from him, she looked messy, her hair was wet, and sweat dripping to her lips, her nipples pointed out of her pink shirt,her black short skirt was unzipped,she was innocently quiet. Wtf happened mom, my son said to me, asking out of concern, your father has been cheating on me, he brought a wo

The mother lay back and without thinking spread her legs; she instinctually knew she needed to adjust her position so that her sons plundering phallus had more direct access to her fertile womb. Slowly, Jason began to draw his thick cock out of his mother, and Deborah found her voice again. "Oh sweetie!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around her son's waist and gripping Jason't taut butt. "You fill mommy so nicely!" She moaned sultrily while he sighed and graciously bottomed back out inside of her. Mother and son lay like that for a few minutes as Deborah took some time to allow her grippy pussy to adjust to her son's impressive girth and length. She ran her calves up and down the back of his

"It's a story about sex." "Depends on what?" My erection, which had softened, swelled again, and I made no attempt to conceal it. "I like sex stories." "It depends on what you're comfortable with," Mom said as she turned and looked out to sea. The sky had darkened; rain was on the way. She turned back and spoke just above a whisper, "This one is about her and her son." We weren't going to talk about Brooke and Rob. Well, we were, but we weren't. I looked into my mother's eyes, letting my fingers lightly brush over the bulge in my shorts, "I'd like to hear it."

TITLE: My Mom & I Introduction: Busty mom and well-hung son go on a cross country road trip. Hi Guys, This story describes the adventures of a busty mom and her well-hung son, both of them blessed with incredible sexual endurance. If that's not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere—I wouldn't want to disappoint you. Please note: This story contains a lot of erotic scenes. Readers discretion is advised. Enjoy.... ********* "Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?" Hal Preston asked his wife and son.

I had sex with that son of a bitch all over again after I had promised myself that I wasn’t going to do it and that’s when my mom saw us . My mom sees me in bed with her husband and she’s so furious, so angry , so mad at me and what she does . She told me the craziest thing that I didn’t want to hear . She asked my fucking step father to have sec with me , they wanted me to be a baby producing machine to them . I thought that he loved me , I thought that even though what we had was forbidden , I thought that we had something together. I thought that this is going to get something that would turn out to be better but I was wrong , I was so freaking wrong about it .