Sex With Mom Novels & Stories

I've given you too much leeway and you've forgotten your place! "Take a good look in the mirror. Look at how old you've become, how many wrinkles there are on your face. "My father used to bully my mom constantly, so on the day we got married, I swore I would treat you well. But you've only gotten more outrageous, acting like this at your age. You're not fit to be a mother! "Every minute I spend with you makes me sick!" Mom's eyes widened with shock. She seemed unable to utter another word. It was as if her soul had left her body. Then, her body went limp and she crumpled onto the floor.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

My mom was explaining to our relatives with a smile on her face, and they nodded doubtfully, their gazes alternating between me and the rest of the people in the private room. The door behind me was shut. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble?!” My dad released me along the corridor, his face dark with anger. “Must you ruin your brother’s big day? How is he going to face our relatives in the future?” I looked at the fury etched on my dad’s face and suddenly had the urge to ask him if he knew the truth. Did you know that Mom made me give my girlfriend to Jeff? Did you know that Jeff secretly added my girlfriend as a contact?

On the night of my engagement party, my mother and I were sipping champagne in the VIP room of a couture shop. That’s when my fiancé’s secretary sent me a video. In the video, Camilla was pinning a middle-aged woman to the floor. She drove her diamond-studded heel into the woman’s face. Over and over. “Serafina, you cheap, pretentious little bitch. Did you really think that just because you fucked the Boss and got a ring, your mother could sneak into his vault and steal his diamonds?” Another sharp kick from the stiletto. The woman’s face was a bloody pulp. A weak gasp of pain escaped her lips. “Rats from the sewer. Always wanting what isn’t yours. I’m the only woman the Boss trusts. Now I’

For six months, I pick through trash to scrape together enough money to buy Mom a beautiful dress for her birthday. I can't wait to give it to her. But the moment I hand her the dress, her gentle smile vanishes. She screams, shoves me to the floor, and grabs a chair. She brings it down on me again and again. "Did that monster put you up to this? Did he tell you to give me this dress just to hurt me? You've got his blood in your veins! I should've known you'd turn on me!" She beats me until I'm barely breathing, then runs out of the house, leaving me alone on the cold floor. As my vision blurs, a book suddenly opens before my eyes. That's when I learn the truth. I'm the tragic male lead

On the first day of summer break, my daughter, Mia Leighton, is scheduled to perform a solo at the closing ceremony of her youth arts camp. It's her final audition for a televised performance, but there's one requirement— both parents have to be present to sign off on her participation. Mia had practiced every single day for this opportunity, pushing her voice until her throat was nearly raw. My wife, Thea Sawyer, had promised her too. "I will definitely be there. I won't let anything get in the way of your dream." But on the day of the performance, Mia sings the entire song while staring at an empty seat in the front row. When the TV station's staff asks about the missing signature, I

As they argued from the hotel back home, the atmosphere grew colder and heavier. Mom kept talking, recounting her years of suffering and love for him. "Liam, do you even realize how much I've sacrificed for you over the years?" Mom sobbed uncontrollably. This was a moment of utter defeat and vulnerability I had never seen from her before. "You've always been my priority; I don't even think about anything else! Is this how you repay me in the end?" Mom clutched Dad's collar, crumpling it in the process. Even so, Dad remained motionless as he stood there cold and detached while Mom screamed her heart out.

Mom was younger than him, but certainly not the age gap my girlfriend and my Dad would be. "Well, I guess since he's not in a relationship, he can do that. You could too Mom." "Everyone around here is attached. I'm sure there are more singles in California." I shrugged. "Could be." I was still imagining my Dad fucking my girlfriend and wishing it was me he was fucking instead. A few weeks later Mom and I were talking, and she brought up how he liked dangerous sex. Public sex. Where at any moment he could get caught. "I loved it too, I admit," Mom said.

My mom had a special way of using her sharp teeth to play with my private areas, making me feel intense pain and even more intense pleasure. One day after school, Anna and I were ovulating and we decided to take the sex to my house since there was no one around. We got very carried away, forgetting to lock the door and my mom walked in on us, as we were rubbing our clitoris against each other. She was shocked at first that it was Anna, because my mom always thought she was straight but she did not care after some time. In fact my mom brought up the idea of a three some and not just any type of threesome. The type where we use sex tools and use sex cards to do.

he says in a sultry tone and in no way shape, or form in the mood to slow down "Honey," Mom says turning the door nob but it doesn’t budge. I need to give her an answer quick "Uhm I-" cutting myself off my lips part into an 'O' shape when Xavier lightly pinches my clit with his teeth "Honey if you're having some trouble I can help you," Mom says turning the door knob again Trust me the only person who could help me right now is the one who has his head buried between my thighs forcing me to have an orgasm whilst my mom is on the other side of the door