Real Mom Sex Story Novels & Stories

It never crossed her mind for once that Oleg can cheat on her, even worse, he picked her stepmother of all women. Her handbag fell from her hand and her tears blinded her vision. Her stepmother, Polina covered her body in shame and buried her head under the duvet. Polina felt ashamed and embarrassed whereas, Asa's husband, Oleg stepped down from the bed and walked up to her, "Asa, I know you will find out someday. I never really love you, it's your sweet, beautiful young stepmom I love."

“You’ve been in Italy for longer than planned, no assistant, no guard, what are you doing, taking risks like this? Camila and your son are worried sick. Why didn’t you tell her where you were going? Why have you been ignoring her calls?” “Maybe because I’m not four, Mom,” he said, his tone flat. “I don’t need to tell you everything.” “Of course you do! I’m your mother, Alex!” she said, a mix of frustration and hurt in her voice. Alex chuckled bitterly. “Oh, is that how it works? Just because you gave birth to me, you think you own me?” “You’re unbelievable!” she shot back. “We’ve been getting along just fine. What happened?”

“What’s the secret? Can somebody please tell me what’s actually going on here because I’m lost.” Mom didn’t even glance at him. She just waved her hand like he was annoying her. “Find out yourself Caleb. You can’t be that stupid after all this time. Figure it out.” Ava’s face went redder. She stepped right up to Mom and before I could even blink her hand flew out. The slap landed hard on Mom’s cheek with a crack that echoed through the whole living room. “You can’t talk to Caleb like that! Not in my house!” Mom rubbed her cheek slowly her eyes narrowing into slits. She didn’t even flinch much. “Why not Ava? We used to have sex back in the day. Or did you forget that part of our wonderful his

A release so he could function around Mom. But the rationalization felt hollow as another loud moan tore through the wall. Mom was cumming, loud and shameless. Marcus growled her name, or something close to it, and the thrusting sounds grew erratic and brutal. I could almost feel the impact of his hips, the way his balls would slap against her. My own body betrayed me, pulsing with empty need. I was so wet that it had soaked through to the sheets beneath me.

he growls. "I'm not lying," I whisper. He leans closer, and I move back. God, maybe he could smell it? I hadn't considered that, of course, he knows I have because he can sense it in the room. "I felt everything," he grits out, and I stare at him. Did he just say felt? As in, he felt it? "Fated mates have the ability to feel each other's pleasure. I was in the shower when I felt it. Because of you, I had to touch myself and then lie to your mother about it. You do not touch yourself, ever again! Do you hear me?"

My mom was smiling as I left. That night my mom came late when everything was quite. She came stealthily and locked the door. I was waiting for her. She was also eager to have sex. She directly came in my arms. We hugged each other and kissed frantically. I was only in my shorts. I did not realize when my mom removed it. She lifted her sari and spread her legs for me. The sex was really good that night. We were done with it in about half an hour. "You are really a good lover honey" she said

Mom: "God, baby, STOP! I appreciate what you are doing, but I just want you to do me, and do me hard. I am so horny, so ready. Let's both make this a night to remember...enough with hammer time...now, it's baby time." I pulled all the way out of mom till only the end of my cock lightly grazed her wet pussy, then I slammed it home. Mom winced. I withdrew it all the way, and then brought it forward. As I continued to pile-drive into my gorgeous mother, I carefully started moving her towards the bedpost. Finally, I had her where I instinctively needed her for breeding, with her legs on my shoulders, her slender ankles bumping into my ears, her beautiful smooth mommy feet dangling in the air. My

Mom moaned louder and moved her hand so that she could press her crotch against my hard cock as she moaned out, "I love how hard your cock gets for me, honey. I got so wet during the presentation when I felt your hard cock pressed against my ass. I don't remember anything that was said after that." I then snaked my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her pants. Mom moaned louder and pressed harder into me as she dropped her face against my chest. We continued like this for several seconds until she stepped back, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into her bedroom saying, "If we're going to get each other all hot and horny pretending to be a couple, I think we should see how much f

If I ever tell this story, nobody will believe me. I gripped Mom's slim hips and put the head of my cock at her entrance. I was asleep when Mom rode me, so this is different. That feeling of pussy lips caressing the head of your cock is amazing. Knowing you're gonna slide in and it's gonna feel so fine, so warm and wet and tight. Mom was panting into my briefs, mumbling something, wanting me in her. I pressed, and my cock slid in. Mom gasped and her juice flowed out around our union. I just made Mom cum. I looked over, the lady was in a chair now, legs spread, two fingers deep inside. There was more to this, this ain't real, but I was too busy to care.

"You're lying! I didn't steal any presents!" The words had just left my lips when Mom roared, "Claire Peterson!" She stormed toward me until she was standing in front of me. She grabbed my bloody arm and hissed, "How dare you talk back to Amanda and lie in front of everyone? You have utterly humiliated me, allowing everyone to ridicule me! I have no choice but to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." The pain should have been excruciating as Mom dug her fingers into my wounds. But I couldn't feel anything.