Romans & histoires Relatos Eroticos Filial

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingled with my breathless cries and his low, guttural praise. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take every inch because this tight little pussy is gripping me so perfectly. Your boys never reached this deep, never made you feel this full.” He rubbed my pearl again, his fingers slick with my yoghurt, circling with relentless pressure while his hips snapped forward. Tension coiled tighter, my body trembling on the brink. The forbidden reality — being bent over and claimed by my best friend’s widowed father in their own home — amplified everything tenfold.

"I don't trust anyone with affiliations with Luna. Even my own child. I avoid him because of his relationship with his mother." His words echoed painfully in my head. "She's not—she's—" I couldn't form the words. He thought I was working with Luna. He thought I was part of whatever she'd done to him. "She's not my family either. She—" "She took you in and raised you. You were going to marry her son." Each word was like a nail in a coffin. "That's enough affiliation for me." "You can't just decide that!" My voice broke, and I hated that tears were streaming down my face. "Last night you said I was yours. You said—"

He starts moving again, slower this time, drawing it out. “One more,” he murmurs. “Give me one more, little wolf.” “I can’t…” “Yes, you can.” He grinds against my clit with every thrust. “Come for your mate. Show me how good I make you feel.” The fourth orgasm builds slowly, a deep rolling pleasure that starts in my core and spreads outward. When it finally crests, it’s gentler than the others but somehow more intense. More meaningful. Because this time, we’re bonded. Mated. Tied together for eternity.

An argument leads to a mother and son becoming much more. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. ***** --1-- I'm writing this because I think other people can learn from my experiences. This happened about fifteen years ago, in the early 2000's. I'm not going to be more specific than that. I don't want to hurt the people...truthfully the person...that I love.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Double Penetration (using fingers/toys), Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the master bedroom felt different. It was heavier, scented with my father's expensive cologne and my stepmother's floral perfume. It felt like a temple to their marriage, which made the fact that I was dragging Jade toward the center of the California King mattress feel like a holy war. We had already spent the last two hours in the shower, but I wasn't done. I was never done with her.

I could feel her lust and passion through our bond so I shared that too. I flipped Kat over on her back and climbed up to straddle her torso, squeezing her huge, round tits together in my hands. I sent my brother the images in my mind as I began to slide my thick, long cock between her tits, fucking them. Her face was flushed and little mewls left her plush lips, adding to the eroticism. “Fuck! I have to pull over!” Reegan responded to the sight I was sharing with him.

He took a condom from the side of the bed. He will really claim her body! She didn't know why she didn't get up and just kept watching his every move. Eventually, he poked the head of his manhood to her wetness and rubbed it several times. She closed her eyes again and bit her lip hard. He slowly inserted the head of his maleness into her hole. "Ahhggghhh! Sh*t! Ahhh!" His successive growl as he slowly buried his "thing". He slammed into her as he continued to press it inside.

By the eleventh stair, the grunts turned to deep rooted growls mixed up with loud moans, all feral and needy. “Urghhh.. fuck me harder... just like that.” A sloppy, obscene sound followed, like fingers...A cock, thrusting into something wet and slippery. I stopped right in my tracks. My stomach flipped. No fucking way he was fucking someone in the same bed he shares with my mother.

“I think he misses you so much he’s calling from thirty thousand feet, Serena. You’re overthinking. The man left his own bed in the middle of the night to find you when you were hurting. That isn't a game.” I set my brush down, my hands trembling. “What if Lucian was right about him?” “What did that dog say?” “He told me Rowan doesn't do ‘bonds.’ He said Rowan just ‘claims territory’ and that the sex would be emotionless—just a physical release without any heart.” Valeria grabbed my hands, pulling me to the stool. “Listen to me. Missionary mating isn't ‘making love’ any more than a quick shift in a closet is ‘fucking.’ It’s about the soul behind the act. Do you feel invisible when he touches

Afterward we lay in each other’s arms, marveling again that each time brought something wonderful and new. “That masturbation log is a pretty perverted idea,” I said, snuggling close. “We’d better come back soon, or I’ll be reading my twisted fantasies to you all night.” “Did I go too far? Be frank now.” Sean grinned. I felt another sweet twinge between my legs. “No, honey, that’s your job.”