Real Mom Son First Time Novels & Stories

"You know, I'm going to have to kill her, right. Corrupting my little boy." "I was getting too excited, and I told her I had to come," I confessed. "And that was her opening. You didn't... you didn't fuck her, did you?" She was barely able to make herself say the word fuck. It came out as a whisper. "No. She said we shouldn't. I knew she'd let me, but I didn't think my first time should be like that, with her." "Your first time? You're teasing me right?" Mom asked, slowing her grinding to a near halt.

I giggled mom : when you will say that you're in a relationship me : mom do I look too old mom : no princess I wanna know your taste me : I don't have any specific taste mom mom : then me : I want someone to be genuine that's it I don't want anyother things mom : wow my baby girl is grownup now me : mom mom : its true sweety Rio : you always praise her mom : I'm praising you also rio rio : did you ever felt that your son is single here me : lol mom bring a mirror mom : why dear me : to show him that he is a parrot not a human rio : is there anywhere that parrots should be single

His cries quieted as I held him close, my hand trembling as I traced the delicate curve of his cheek. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I looked at my son for the first time. He was perfect, tiny fingers, a little button nose, and a shock of dark hair. His cries softened as he nestled against me, his warmth spreading through my chest like a balm. “Hi there,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m your mom.” The weight of everything, the fight, the fear, the pain, faded away in that moment. All that mattered was him, this little life that Dylan and I had created, this new beginning in the midst of so much chaos.

Seeing that she was about to scream again, I covered her mouth quickly, and my tears fell onto the back of her hand. I said, "Mom, I'm not a murderer. I'm your son. When I was little, you taught me to ride a bike, and when I fell, you carried me to the hospital. The day I got into college, you were so happy that you gave out candy to the whole neighborhood. Mom, please look at me!" Maybe it was the mother-son bond, or maybe my tears were too real. The madness in Mom's eyes slowly faded, replaced by deep sorrow. Her trembling hand reached up to touch my face.

"Oh Joel, that was perfect!" With that Mom slipped the tip of my cock into her pussy and sat down hard. We both cried out as my hard cock plunged into her hot wet pussy. Mom remained motionless for a moment, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she enjoyed feeling her son inside of her. Leaning over, she braced her hands on my chest and started lifting her hips, sliding my cock in and out her. "Oh, honey!" She groaned, as she started riding me faster and faster.

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—”

"You made your choice. I made mine." "You can't be serious. This is—this is incest or something!" "Hardly. You're not his biological son. There's no blood relation between us whatsoever." I smiled sweetly. "Which makes this perfectly acceptable. Unconventional, perhaps. But perfectly legal." Caleb looked like he might vomit. "So," I continued, "as I was saying. You should call me Mom. Or Mother, if you prefer something more formal. I'm not picky." "I will never call you that." His voice shook with rage. "Never. Do you hear me? You're nothing. A nobody from a worthless pack. You think marrying my father changes anything?"

"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.

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!