Real Mom Son First Time Novels & Stories

Instead, he slides his fingers back into me, slow and deep, and his mouth follows, tongue stroking with maddening rhythm. “It’s Mother,” I whisper. I wait for him to say ignore it. “I said answer,” he growls and goes back to teasing me. The heat in my belly coils tighter, building all over again as he holds me right on the edge of sanity. I press the green button, and put it on speaker. “H-Hello, Mother,” I say, voice broken, trembling so violently it’s a miracle I manage to speak at all. His growl rumbles against my skin in response, and he thrusts his fingers deeper just as my mother’s voice cuts clean through the air.

Silas begins to growl low, causing me to pull back my hands. “What’s the matter? It’s mom.” I tell him through our link, but his growling only gets lower. “Be quiet,” I command. He whimpers but goes silent as I turn my attention back to my mother. Why isn’t she saying anything? Why is she just looking out? This isn’t a normal reaction after seeing your son for the first time. “Mom?” I reach out to her again, but before I can touch her, she spins to face me. Her eyes look empty as If she’s looking through me.

She needed to inform our relatives and close friends. I shook my head. My family was crazy. Mom's clearing her throat caught my attention. The look in her eyes didn't make me that comfortable. "So, speaking of babies, now that you guys are staying together…" She trailed off. "You know, I never got to do the 'talk' with you as this is the first time you ever got involved with a boy." Oh God! Please tell me she isn't going to do that 'talk' with me right now. "Mom..."

Did it mean that she only remembers the event before she got married and have a son. “Son, can you bring me a cellphone, I just want to search something” she wanted to search the result of the “Iron Master Chef” competition. “H-here Mom.” the boy gives her the cellphone with a shocked look. It was his first memory of his Mom calling him ‘Son’. She tried to pick the cellphone but she can’t raise her hands. “I can’t pick the cellphone” “What do you want to search, Mom?” “It’s nothing, I can do it later, it’s not really important”

My mate gets on his knees before his parents and for the first time since I met him, I'm lucky to hear his voice. He finally talked. "Mum" he whispers raising his head to look at her with tearing remorseful eyes. "I'm sorry, I should have never done that. I don't even know who I am anymore" he says in a sob and I feel a tug in my chest. This is so deep. Like the good mother she is, she untangles herself from her mate's grip and kneels beside her son. "It's okay" she mutters embracing him to her chest and he breaks down more, clutching to her like his life depends on it.

His eyes locked onto mine, all desperate and pleading. Startled, I pulled myself together and shoved him back, totally blank-faced. "Pretty sure you've got the wrong person." "Mom, are you still mad at me?" he stammered, eyes filling with guilt. I just turned to unlock the door, ignoring him. But he stepped in front of me, refusing to move. Then, like he was trying out for a tragic soap opera, he dropped to his knees, his eyes bloodshot and pathetic. "Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!"

Mike looked down at his mom, her loving gaze locked with his. "Come for me baby,” she urged. “Right now." Mike felt her claw her nails down his back, and then his eyes squeezed shut as his orgasm shot through him like a bolt of lightning, his cock twitching and spurting deep inside his mom. Mike collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, her legs still clamped around him. She massaged his neck and whispered in his ear. "Congratulations Mikey. Mommy's so proud. Did you enjoy your first time?"

"I love you, Mom." I moaned my answer as my son's erection slid into me for the first time. "Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuck. I love you too, Molly." "Ohhhh Daddy!" Molly cried as Jim's bigger cock spread his daughter open, "You're bigger." "I'll go slow baby, but I won't last long. You're so wet."

When I got my first project payment, he was even more excited than I was. Our relationship grew stronger and sweeter after weathering that storm. One evening, the three of us were watching TV together. A parenting show was on, and one of the very put-together moms was complaining about how hard it was to raise kids. Felix watched for a bit, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Mommy, I think you're prettier than her." I smiled. "Why's that?" "Because…" He thought about it, then said seriously, "Because you're my mom. And also, when you're working, your eyes light up. Daddy says that's called having dreams."

She adds with a tiny measure of either surprise or acceptance I'm not really sure which maybe both. "I'm going to cum Mom!" The boy says on the TV. My Mom turns quickly to the television and I keep looking at her. My Mom watches as the boy steps back and the mother quickly scrambles between her son's legs. She takes hold of the boy's wet prick, opens her mouth, closes her lips over the head of her son's cock, and jerks him off into her mouth. She lets his cum pour out over her bottom lip for the camera and it's quite a load.