Mother Son Sex Confessions Novels & Stories

My body was covered with frostbite. In a quiet voice, I said, "Mom…I really tried my best. Can you believe me just once? I want to be a good son, too. I'm not lazy. I truly gave everything I had. I'm so tired. I just want to be someone who can live without worry. My heart hurts…" The tear tracks on my mom's face had already dried. She stared blankly at the looping video on Jason's phone. So, it had all been a lie.

She wasn't the one who cheated on my father. She wasn't the one who tore my family apart. I couldn't destroy another innocent person just because my mother couldn't keep her legs closed. Though I still hated the idea of my father marrying Lena. I still believed it was a mistake. I pulled out of the driveway into the road. "So..." Roxy said excitedly. "Has your dad seen it yet?" I frowned immediately. "Seen what Roxy?" "Don't play dumb Adrien. The sex tape. You and his future stepdaughter."

It showed a younger Julian standing in this very library, talking to a weeping woman. ​"I gave her a choice," Julian whispered, his eyes fixed on the screen. "She could stay and live in a cage, or she could leave and never see her son again. She chose the door. She didn't even look back at your nursery, Lucas. She took the money and vanished." ​Lucas’s breath came in ragged hitches. The glass shard in his hand was trembling. The foundation of his entire life the idea of his mother as a martyr was crumbling under Julian’s cold, digital truth.

Mom patted my back and left me with my memories, I opened my journal, My wish: To become the best mom. My desire: To fall in love with a true man My goal: A big happy family. I closed it, how long I am going to stay in pain. The evening came as mother told me, Kevin with his wife and pregnant wife entered the house. "Look who came back?" Kevin winked at me, A tight hug, "Hello brother, hello Martha," "Congratulation," she is eight months pregnant,

When she opened her eyes, she saw a boy crying while hugging her legs. "Mommy..." he whispered without blinking with tears in his eyes. "W-who are you?" Fisya looked left and right. “Where are your father and mother?” "Mommy..." he whispered with sobs that began to echo. “Oh my… I'm not your mother—” "No! Mom can't be like that! Should not." Fisha took a deep breath. Just to support herself has made her frustrated, especially now that she is no longer working because she was dismissed by her superiors. “Son… I am not your mother—”

There wasn't any need to keep hiding it " I did it again " She was confused " what happened " " I had sex with Ace yesterday" I knew I was blunt but who cares right now" I know you now see me as a slut and a cheat. I slept with him even though I knew he is with Diane. I don't know what got over me. It's shocking to me too. I find it so hard to believe that I did that to her mom. I feel so ashamed of myself "

At that moment, the door was opened and my son was dumbfounded at the sight. An angry look appeared on his face. "Mom, Jason, what are you doing?" Jason and I immediately separated. Both of us were panicking but forced ourselves to pretend to be calm. "I sprained my ankle, so I asked Jason to give me a massage." "That's right. Mrs. Jackson sprained her ankle," said Jason. He tried to look calm but his voice still trembled a little.

And now the world might. The angle was perfect. His cock—thick and slick—disappeared into me with wet, obscene sounds. God, I looked so needy. So desperate. So fucking used. I watched myself fall apart. On camera. His student. His secret. My phone buzzed. Unknown Number: ‘Nice video. How much for the sequel?’ I froze. My lungs stopped working. Another message came in. Different number. Anonymous: ‘You fuck like a goddess come to life. What’s your OnlyFans?’

“You all are terrible friends to be around. I’m married, remember?” “Yeah, yeah, shove it in all our faces that you’re married to the most devoted man,” Lila says with a playful scoff. I hold back from a snarky reply. Devoted indeed. “Yvette, is it?” Chloe asks, her eyes shining with mischief. “How about you?” I shrug. “Nothing much. No man in my department interests me so I don’t waste my time. Just class and straight home.” “She’s not lying on that front. She’s gay.” Rosetta leans forward as her eyes sparkle. “Okay, new game. Most memorable sex of your life. Do not hold back. I’ll start.”