Mother Son Making Out Novels & Stories

It was slightly ajar. Another moan. Louder this time. My hand pushed the door open before I could stop myself. And I saw them. Jason. Shirtless. Behind a woman bent over his bed. The woman’s red hair was spread across the sheets. Her face was turned slightly to the side. And I recognized her immediately. “Jesus Christ,” I breathed. My mother. My mother was in Jason’s bed. Being fucked from behind by Gavin’s son. Everything stopped. My heart. My breath. Time itself.

“When are you going to wake up? We could move to a different city together. “I’ve thought about it. I saved up some money over the years. We could buy a small house, open a little flower shop, and live a safe and happy life. How does that sound?” I wiped away my tears. “As long as you wake up… I’ll do anything.” Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Stella. “Quiana? Are you there? “Jaxon won’t stop throwing up. What should I do? “Shaun’s not home, and the nanny has no clue.” Jaxon shouted in the background, “Mom, I don’t want her help! Dad said she’s not my mother anymore!” Then, he started throwing up again. I let out a bitter laugh. “Did you give him mango?”

"Legs together. I want to watch you two ride each other." Mom and I exchange a glance. Then we obey. We lie facing each other, our legs intertwined, our cunts pressed together. Samson kneels beside us, his hand between our bodies, positioning us. My clit rubs against Mom's, her swollen folds against my slick, neat slit and we both gasp. "Now fuck," he growls. “Fuck each other's cunts while I watch." I move first, my hips grinding against hers. Mom moans, her hands finding my hips, pulling me closer. We rock together, our cunts sliding against each other, wet and slick and obscene.

|Chapter 04| Zaitelle Axis A day before Kester's 20th birthday, his mom, Mrs. Aqua Quiner called me for a talk. I'm quite perplexed and a little bit nervous because of her sudden invitation even though we were doing it since my childhood days. I don't know why there are too many changes in terms of interacting with them when in fact, I shouldn't act like this. "Nana, is this okay?" I ask her while putting a dress in front of my body and watch how it looks in me.

She jumps into my arms and covers me with kisses as I lift her to start our dance. "My handsome doll, my first baby, do you want to dance with mommy?" Alexandre nods and eagerly throws himself into his mother's arms, who picks him up and starts dancing with our son in her arms. After dancing for a while, we approached Mrs. Marion and took the stroller where Brianna peacefully sleeps. I held her with my other arm, and that's how we began to write this new love story that will never end, just like the love Lilibeth and I share.

I was about to type back when I heard a knock on my door. Shit! I yanked my hand out of my pants and quickly threw my phone under my pillow. My mom opened the door and walked into my room “Mommmmmm!!!! What happened to waiting for a ‘come in’” I shouted, a little high-pitched. “Ohh, Ronny. Don't be such a sour girl” My mom smiled, ignoring my frustration as she casually strolled into the room, completely oblivious to what she had just interrupted. I sat up quickly, my cheeks still flushed from... well, everything. I did my best to compose myself, but my heart was still racing. My pussy still throbbing with the need to finish what I’d started.

I didn't respond. Later, I picked up my phone and tapped on Instagram, only to see that Adrian had posted again. The photo showed Rowena's profile as she held the baby, gently soothing him. The caption read, "Can anyone relate to how exhausting taking care of a baby is? It's a good thing his mom is here to help out. She's seriously amazing at calming him down!"

She seemed flustered about seeing me. “What were you up to?!” I clenched my fists and shouted. Bryan gave me the same innocent look as if he had nothing wrong. “I was giving Mrs. Bee a massage, Carys.” The excuse was ridiculous, with the massage extending to the bed. They would have probably taken things further if I hadn’t interrupted them. Bryan was 22 while Mom was pushing fifty. It was mind-boggling. Mom hurried over and grabbed my hand. “It’s not what you think, Carys. Bryan was giving me a massage.”

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."