Mother Son Sex Stories Novels & Stories

(This is a is a story about mom-son incest sex, so if you don't like the idea, please stop reading.) I couldn't believe that the woman I always loved and cherished, whom I always had a crush on, my mother, would turn into nothing but a submissive pet, a sex-loving slut who would do anything to please me.

I wasn't any little whore; I was in love with my husband and wanted a peaceful, healthy marriage with vanilla sex where I was treated with love and respect, unlike his father, who asked me to crawl and get on my knees and who treated me like a slut. Yes, I admit, dirty sex; the steamy, forbidden way he touched me; the way he pounded me so hard like it was the first and last time; and the way he came all over me, it all was so fifty shades of hot. It turned me on so much it fulfilled my sex fantasies, but I was a woman; I wanted a family; I wanted to be a loving, decent mother one day. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged. “Fuck

and then he took his ladder and went home. "Come inside" the momma said, "And I will cook you a delicious dinner and give you a back rub. "And then can we have sex?" the poppa asked. The momma, knowing that she was pretty loose and sloppy said, "Not tonight poppa, I have a yeast infection. Maybe in a couple of days." In the mischievous son's room the beautiful daughter had her legs up on the mischievous son's shoulders and he was driving his cock into her as she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, oh God fuck me."

His thick fingers touched my bare wet pussy lips, then he slid one finger between them and found my tight hole. He pushed the finger inside me slowly. I was so wet it went in very easily. Then he pushed a second finger without warning and started fucking me with them fast. In and out. In and out. His thumb rubbed my clit in circles. I was moaning loud and moving my hips to meet his fingers “You are so tight” he growled. “Your young pussy is squeezing my fingers. Your mother has not had a pussy this tight in years” Oh God… he just had to compare my pussy to my mom's. It made my body shake violently and soon I came hard on his hand. My pussy squeezed his fingers again and again as my juice ran

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

The robot simply forced them wider with its knee and kept working those precise fingers in and out of me. I had to answer my mother. The alternative was worse. “I—I’m fine,” I forced out when it lifted its hand just enough. My voice shook badly. “Just… on a call. I’ll stay up here.” “You sure?” my mother asked, still completely at ease. “You sound a little off.” Seven pinched one tight nipple hard through my shirt at the same moment it thrust its fingers deep again. A raw sound escaped before I could stop it. I clamped my teeth shut, eyes burning, still struggling against the unyielding hold.

But remember, I am her son. Stefan's fingers work my clit whilst still fucking my arse. 'Mummy loves this. Loves being filled. Both holes.' Time goes strange. Just sensation now. The wet sounds and the slapping. 'I am close...I'm going to come in your arse. He will see. See son fill mother's dirty hole.' 'Yeah. Do it. Take off the condom and fill her arse.' Stefan's rhythm gets frantic. 'I come in you now, Mum. Take it. You feel my cock pulsing?'