Sex With Friends Mom Story Novels & Stories

I wasn’t supposed to be home this summer. College had been my escape—my excuse to avoid the suffocating expectations of being Aria Hale, perfect daughter of perfect businessman Victor Hale. But when Dad insisted I come home for his “important dinner,” I didn’t expect him to walk through the door. Jace Carter. My dad’s friend’s son. The boy who used to steal cookies off our counter and dare me to jump from the treehouse roof. The boy who moved away at seventeen and left behind a trail of rumors—fights, girls, a motorcycle accident that nearly killed him.

The baby will look enough like him, and given our close, trusting relationship, the two of us will be able to go on with our lives without the sex meaning anything, at least in theory. “Honey, if this is too weird for you, I understand.” Mom’s hand was a half inch away from rubbing against my cock, and my heart was racing out of my chest. “If you don’t find me attractive, or if you just feel like you can’t do it, I-“ “No!” I spoke with more force than needed. “No, uh, that’s not it, mom. You’re gorgeous. I mean, you should hear what some of my friends say about you.”

"Such a man. At least you're accepting of other people, though. Have you ever had a side girl?" I paused awkwardly. "Yeah. Well, even when I was with Gina, I might've gotten some action from another girl." "Oh? Who?" she asked, her mouth forming a cute little 'o'. Mom had great dick-sucking lips, I realized. And now that I was finding out about her sexual history, maybe I had no business being surprised. "Annie Clement," I admitted. "Remember her?" "But she comes from that really uptight religious family," mom said, clearly more than a little surprised. "How on earth did you get her to have sex with you?"

In the end, I decided it was better to give her the green light and set up something together rather than risk her sneaking it and doing God knows what behind my back. I’ve been told to “be a mother and not a friend” over and over again, but if my own mother was more of a friend who I felt comfortable going to with private matters, I probably wouldn’t have ended up pregnant. The only sex talk I got from my parents was: “wait until marriage because it’s a sin to have sex before you’re married.” And I believed Josh when he told me I wouldn’t get pregnant if I went to the bathroom right after sex so “it would all come out.”

she adds as she starts driving. “Mom, I can’t today. Maybe tomorrow?” “Sweetie, we’re already out. Why wait unless there’s someone you’re eager to get home to?” She smiles. I sigh. There’s no winning with her. “You’re right, Mom. Eriq and I were in the middle of something before you came over.” “Were you two about to have sex?” “Mom!” I shout, my cheeks flushing. “Sweetie, it’s just sex. Stop acting like a prude. I could even tell you some enjoyable positions for when you’re pregnant.” I groan, burying my face in my hands, praying this ride ends soon.

I do not know if this was a deliberate attempt to annoy me, but it was working. “How can you even say such a thing? Alpha Alex is way too old for me and is our father's best friend!” I said in my defense. Alex looked hurt by my words but I had to say it. “Enough of this nonsense,” Father said in irritation. “Doesn’t mean the child can not be his Elana,” Efanell said. He shot Alex death glares. Alex looked nothing close to being intimidated. “Efanell I was raped!” I shouted at him.

"I believe we females can also become excellent Alphas - better than these foolish men who think with their lower halves!" The women cheer and clink glasses. "To the downfall of unfaithful mates!" "To female power!" I can't help but laugh, feeling truly happy for the first time in weeks. We spend hours strategizing. Each woman will file formal complaints with the Alpha Council. The evidence is overwhelming. By morning, half the Alphas in the southern territories will be facing investigations. That night, everyone drinks until they're completely drunk on wine and revenge. But the next day, just as I'm sleeping off the wine in my silk sheets, my best friend Jessica shakes me awake with violent

“Isn't anyone going to talk? Then I'll start.” “I had sex with my teacher…” “Giulia?” Mattia shouts. “Mattia!!!” I scolded him for shouting at my friend. He turns towards me, gesturing towards my friend, who was smiling at us, amused by what she was seeing. “She said she had sex with a fucking teacher.” His face was red with anger as he spoke to me. “What about it? What did you do just now?” I ask with my hand on my waist. “Dad, what did you do just now?” I looked at her and realized the game she was playing.

"We don't have boyfriends or girlfriends, remember? We all have dicks and tits." "So ... I'm your sexfriend?" I couldn't help but chuckle. "Of course!" she agreed. "Except you'll be my boyfriend, too! That's so awesome. I really miss fucking your boy pussy." "Yeah," I sighed. "I miss fucking your cock, Shelly." "Get a room, you two," Mom said, shaking her head as I slipped my tongue inside my sexfriend's sweet mouth. I kinda liked that word.

It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."