Novel & Cerita Real Mom Son First Time

He cried hysterically, "I'm sorry, Mommy! I don't want Ms. Cole to be my mom anymore! I want you! I promise I won't play on my phone anymore. I won't eat ice cream, and I won't hit you again. I want you, Mommy! I want you to be my mom!" Archie's cries and shouts drew the attention of passersby who stopped to look at the poor child.

she responds, finally turning those cobalt eyes my way. "Hey Dad, look at that... it's the moon! Isn't it too early for the moon to be here?" I get chocked up immediately, frozen in time, locking away this memory for the rest of my life. The first time my son calls me Dad. I turn to Ivy to share the moment, but she doesn't look as shocked as me.

Slowly opening my legs apart, I again reached for his cock and took him in my hand. For sometime he did nothing, but just stared intently at my cunt, clearly on display to him. Then without saying a word, Mike began to rub on my wet pussy, as I worked my hand over his big, young cock. I felt a huge rush of excitement as my son's fingers touched my pussy for the first time. I felt my muscles tighten and my clit tingle as he moved his hand around. "Oh yes Mike, play with Mommy's wet pussy baby" I said in a deep throaty voice.

Max chipped in. My mother staggered backwards, as if the words had physically knocked her off balance. She raised a shaking hand to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. "He's...he's your son?" she gasped, her voice barely audible. “Ok what’s going on?”. I yelled. “Yes!”. Max’s father, Lucian, responded emotionlessly. My mom looked at Max in shock, still trembling. My mother stood trembling, her eyes brimming with tears. "He's...he's our son," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"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.

"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?"