Mother Erotica Novels & Stories

He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk. "Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose. "Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered. His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.

Mother knows best, doesn't she? NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I looked at her standing there naked except for a pair of high heels. She ran her hands over her breasts and smiled at me, "You like?" I smiled back at her, stroked my cock and said, "No, I don't like, I love." Oh baby, for a young man you sure do know the right things to say."

Chapter 2. Her mother was arched in a perfect doggy-style position on the bed, completely naked and glistening with sweat. Her curvy, mature body looked incredible... her big, heavy breasts swinging and bouncing deliciously with every brutal thrust, the dark nipples rock-hard and swaying. Her round, full ass rippled and jiggled each time her partner slammed into her from behind, his powerful hips driving forward with force. Layla could see the thick, veined shaft of the man’s cock stretching her mother’s pink, dripping pussy wide open on every deep stroke, pulling out shiny and coated in creamy juices before slamming back in.

“It’s been…what, fourteen days? And every morning I wake up and realize I slept with my ex-boyfriend’s elder brother. Not just that, I had angry, vengeful, phenomenal sex with him!” “He must have made your toes curl if you describe it as that.” She turns on a vibrator shaped like a lipstick, making a comment about needing a new one. Then she turns to me. “You’ve never for once called sex with Colt phenomenal.” I nearly hurl the brain ball at her. “Stop joking around with my predicament. It’s wrong! It’s a violation of like, five different morality codes!” Emma, still completely unfazed, holds up two bottles of creamy liquid. “Which lube should I get? Strawberry or peppermint?”

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

She thrusted her fingers fast stretching and fucking herself hard, moaning softly. Dave came in early today, heading to his room when her loud moans got to his ears. “Arghhhh…. Fuckk…. Yeahhhh” she moaned as she curled her fingers faster. He knows his dad won’t be home. “She must be a cheating bitch” he said to himself, tiptoeing to her bedroom. Her door was wide open, and he saw she was alone. He has never watched a woman touched herself, except in pornos. He drooled at the sight of her fingers curling in her dripping pussy.

The room was intimate: dim lighting, a large one-way mirror overlooking another play space, deep couches, and a fully stocked bar cart. Through the glass, a scene was already unfolding. A beautiful woman with crimson hair was bound in intricate rope to a padded St. Andrew’s cross, her body arched and gleaming with oil. Her Dom—a muscular man with a commanding presence—teased her with a flogger, the leather tails kissing her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her moans carried faintly through hidden speakers. Damien sat and pulled me onto his lap again, my back to his chest, legs spread over his thighs. His hand slipped under the robe and between my legs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. “W

Chapter 3: Second Half Craving The third quarter had started on the TV, but the score no longer mattered. Mike and Derek lay tangled on the cum-and-oil-soaked couch, chests heaving, bodies glistening under the flickering light of the football game. Derek’s thick cock was still half-hard and leaking against Mike’s thigh, while Mike’s own dick rested heavy and spent across his abs, twitching at the slightest movement. The scent of baby oil, sweat, and raw sex hung thick in the air, making the living room feel like a private den of sin.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

I was going to exorcise it. I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Then I turned my back to him, bent over, and placed my hands on the mattress. I arched my back, presenting myself. The cool air of the room kissed my wet, exposed pussy lips. I looked over my shoulder, my hair a messy curtain. “Fuck me,” I said, the words vulgar and perfect. “Fuck me like you fucked my mom.”