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Dominic only shakes his head at me, “Well, look who has finally woken up. Were you a bit tired after that rough sex?” “I did not have rough sex.” “That is not what your clothes say.” He pushes aside Ava and my clothes that we dropped on the floor last night. “Fuck.” “Thank fuck I was not home.” I hear my mom say as she appears next to me. “Mom!” “Can you imagine me walking in on your naked ass?” “Mom, I am your son; you have seen my naked ass.” “Not with your cock inside a woman.” “Mom!” “Trayton, how can you have sex in the kitchen?”

"The best was when this guy straddled her. I mean, his junk was all up in Mom's business, and her hands were all over him, which apparently isn't really allowed, but he was getting into it so much that no one stopped them. Mom. The cougar. She was about to rip that tiny scrap of underwear off him, I swear. But he was no better. He was all over her, rubbing himself on her, leaning in close. I swear I can't even think about it being my mom because of how intense it was. At one point, he stood up and circled around her then slid into the seat so they were sharing. I'm pretty sure he did it because he needed to hide how it was affecting him, too, if you get my drift." Rex is so amused, he can't

We rented a car to drive us to the academy, and as we approached the gates, Uncle Ziah tossed a pack of condoms to his son. "Make sure to always strap," Uncle Ziah said, prompting Alex to burst into laughter. My dad's face contorted in irritation. “You're so fucking shameless, Ziah.” My dad had told me that Uncle Ziah was just as reckless in his youth until he found love. I also discovered that my mom was the mate of both my dad and his brothers, which made me cringe knowing she had had sex with both Uncle Zeke and Ziah before settling with my dad.

I grinded her more and more aggressively with my hardon. As we kissed more mom, and I worked our way over to her bed. I laid her down and got next to her. We started kissing again and our legs entwined. I felt her boobs and ass as we made out like teenagers. Mom went for my cock again. She started feeling it and gasped. "Son your cock is so big and hard; I've never had anything close in size." "Oh mom, you make me so hard, you are so sexy!" Mom went down to my crotch, she slowly peeled back my underwear exposing my throbbing cock.

She took another look at the DVD cover in her hand then turned it over and began to read the back out loud. "'A Mother's Seduction' The steamy story of a lonely frustrated Mother and her hidden desire, and the son who is determined to break down her defenses and take advantage of her weaknesses." I sat there waiting for the hammer to drop. I was thoroughly embarrassed and terrified at the same time. She looked down at me from the DVD case coldly then let her eyes drift to the TV. The son was working his hard dick in and out of his mother from behind and the mother was begging him to do it harder. Had he done it any harder he would have driven his mother into the next room.

Frank groped her breasts through her nurse uniform, making her moan. He started to undo her buttons. She pulled away. "Frank! Sophie's home!" she warned. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long time since we had sex.". She pecked him. "I know. But I promise, I'll find time.". I'd seen and heard enough, so I stomped down the remaining stairs. They quickly realised it themselves. "Sophie!" my mum exclaimed. I wasn't bothered; I was horny as fuck too. But I'd never be turned by a man like Frank. How did my mom even find him attractive?

Before getting married, Mom and Winston signed a prenup stating that she would never have children with him. She wanted nothing distracting them from their private world as a couple. Winston was a gym trainer making only a few hundred dollars a month, but he was lucky to meet Mom not long after starting the job. Armed with his eight-pack abs and smooth tongue, he succeeded in sweeping her off her feet. Just three days after Dad's funeral, Mom dragged Winston into the city hall to marry him.

The silver, piercing gray eyes that looked at me were the exact same eyes that had watched me whimper in the moonlight, the exact same eyes that belonged to the naked, monstrous billionaire who had just embarrassed me, paid me off, and thoroughly claimed my body only hours before. The man who had broken me, the man who had inside me, was my mother's new husband.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes—the picture of her standing there with Adrian Cole and his child—like they were a family of three, maybe I really would've believed her. On the day of our wedding, Rowena never showed up, and I couldn't get through to her phone. At first, I thought something had happened to her on the way there, and I was worried sick. It wasn't until I saw Adrian's Instagram post that I realized she had gone off to play mother to his child, Theo Cole. Looking back at it now, I was a complete fool. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn't want to cry over her, but my heart was aching despite myself.