Mother Son Making Out Novels & Stories

A nurse at the hospital happily took me from the obstetrician and announced to my mother, "It's a girl! Her skin is fair and glowing—she'll definitely grow up beautiful!" When Mom heard her words, her tired expression immediately changed. She suddenly grabbed the young nurse's hair before slapping her a few times. The entire hallway echoed with Mom's scolding. "You witch! Did you secretly swap out my son? I ate so much salty food! How could it not be a boy?"

“If I hadn’t, I’d be dead. He tried to kill his mother at six years old. You should take him to a psychiatrist. “Also, this was your fault to begin with. You promised to take him to the amusement park, but then you broke your promise, and he blamed me for it.” His excuses just got on my nerves, so I chased him out of my hospital room. However, a man’s conscience never hurt for long. The next day, I saw him and Pearl on a concert kiss cam. My son sat between them, cheering for his father’s affair. Everyone online praised their good looks and wished their relationship well. I shared the viral video on my Instagram feed with the caption, [How sweet, I ship.] James immediately called to yell at

While I was waiting in the VIP lounge, I received a friend request. The profile picture showed Christine's cheerful smile. I accepted the request. A few minutes later, she sent me an audio clip. I tapped on it, and what I heard made my heart go cold. "Ethan, you came to celebrate my birthday today. If your mom gets upset, I'll talk to her about it." "Don't worry, Christine. She doesn't know." "Isn't today a day off? Didn't your mom want to take you out?" "I asked her to help me build a castle model. She won't have time to go out."

- Simon, I really didn't want to do this operation. Simon looks at me without showing any feelings. - What are you talking about? - I would like to have my child one day when I'm older. - I don't want children. - Simon, please. He slaps me. - Simon, I don't want to do this, please. He slaps me again, and this time, he busts my lip. Grabbing me by the neck, he says coldly:

His expression was ice-cold, completely emotionless, as if he were watching the weather report instead of… this. On the massive flat-screen TV mounted above the fireplace, explicit footage played in high definition. Selene, her mother, was on her hands and knees in what looked like a dimly lit hotel suite, surrounded by four men. One thrust into her from behind while another gripped her hair, feeding his cock into her mouth. The other two stroked themselves, waiting their turn, laughing and groping her bouncing breasts. The audio was crystal clear: wet slurps, skin slapping, Selene’s muffled moans of “Harder… fuck me harder…” as she pushed back greedily against them.

Instead, he slides his fingers back into me, slow and deep, and his mouth follows, tongue stroking with maddening rhythm. “It’s Mother,” I whisper. I wait for him to say ignore it. “I said answer,” he growls and goes back to teasing me. The heat in my belly coils tighter, building all over again as he holds me right on the edge of sanity. I press the green button, and put it on speaker. “H-Hello, Mother,” I say, voice broken, trembling so violently it’s a miracle I manage to speak at all. His growl rumbles against my skin in response, and he thrusts his fingers deeper just as my mother’s voice cuts clean through the air.

The other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, legs shaking. You gonna cum for me? “Almost. Almost!” Then she adds another finger. “FUCK!” I scream, gripping her head with both hands. I can’t tell if the wetness on her face is water or me. That’s when we both get a mindlink—from my mother. You two better get out of that damn shower! Ninety minutes until the ceremony and I still have to do your makeup and hair!

He looked down at me. Lying there on the balcony, barely clothed, I looked pitiful. Archie suddenly covered his mouth and giggled. Through the glass, he made silly faces at my corpse. "Mommy, you look just like that stray dog downstairs! So ugly! You're such a pervert, Mommy! Why aren't you wearing clothes? Grandma says women like you are indecent! I'm gonna take a picture and send it to the family group chat!" Then, he cracked the door open. A blast of icy wind rushed in. He shivered violently and quickly slammed the door shut again.

the mother moaned, clamping her hot and juicy pussy down on my dick. I slammed hard into Mrs. holiday, so ready to fill that pussy going wild on my dick. Her daughter moaned, head tossing as she came close to her own orgasm. Then the girl bucked and squealed out in delight. She climaxed. "This is amazing!" Riley moaned as she came on the vibrator. "Oh, sweetie, I am so glad you came!" the mother moaned, her pussy gripping my cock as I buried it to her. "Because... Yes!"

"A surprise for Mr. Gardner's precious son. I can't wait for the day he discovers it." In the comments, confused strangers asked questions. [Does your boyfriend have kids from a previous marriage?] Samantha, posting under a kitten avatar, replied: [He does, but I'll be taking over as the child's mom soon.] She added a row of blushing emojis. Then, there was the most recent video, uploaded the day I left for my trip. It was taken from the storage room of our house. Samantha leaned against the door with a selfie stick, smiling sweetly at the camera.