Sex With Mom Novels & Stories

As if I was some cheap whore who had tried to make a move at him to get into his pants. And to sit back and watch him in front of me yet again? To have to bow and say ‘yes, sir’ like he hadn't questioned my dignity and integrity? No…I simply couldn’t do it. As much as I loved Hayley…I don’t think I could do this again. I couldn't even imagine having to sit with my mom, to tell her a man treated me like garbage. Especially not one that she hoped I'd get interested in, or have something to do with, in the future. But sadly, I had no choice.

I stared at the open archway that Gavin once stood in, my heart feeling almost empty and my hands trembling uncontrollably. “Is my dad going to marry Miss Rachel?” Matt suddenly asked, finally lifting his gaze from the book to meet mine. I felt my face pale at his question, and I met his eyes. “Why do you ask?” I asked him, my voice coming out strained. “Because Rachel told me she was going to be my new mom,” Matt said, a grimace on his face. “But I don’t want her to be my mom… I don’t really like her. She’s different…”

I stumbled toward my bed, collapsing onto it with a heavy sigh. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will away the images that were now burned into my memory. But the more I tried to push them away, the more vivid they became. I could still hear my mom’s voice, the way she had moaned Ezekiel’s name, the raw intensity of it all. It was something I wasn’t supposed to witness—something that felt too intimate, too real. I pressed my lips together, a shiver running down my spine as the thought of Ezekiel’s dominance over her filled my mind.

Under the photo was a voice message. "Kyla, look at this!" Mom's voice exploded through the quiet room. "Is Bruce cheating on you? Don't be stupid!" Then she forwarded an article. [Don't Forgive a Cheater During Postpartum Recovery: Once a Cheater, Always a Cheater.] Every word screamed divorce. I tightened my grip on my phone as cold spread through my body. *** Ever since I was a kid, Mom kept saying we were broke. As the older sister, I had to sacrifice more.

Then, I just noticed he was playing a 90's song in the musical tape from the background, but the song seemed to amplify the smell in the room, causing my senses to choke upon me. He came up to wet kissing my lips with passion as if his life depended on it. He then moved to my neck, and then, to my breasts, and then, to my belly, then, back to my lips. I felt sore all over my body, and I tried to resist him, but his strong grip wouldn't let me. Now, I miss my mother the most. She left us in this cruel world a few months before my wedding. I knew my life wouldn’t have turned out this way if she was still alive. But what could she have done other than accept this fate as it is…

I moaned and stared pumping faster and trying desperately to push more of my cock into the forbidden mouth of my own mother. There was no doubt in my mind that the fact she was my mother made everything we did even hotter. The first couple of time we were together I had felt weird, like I'd done something wrong. But after I'd had sex with mom, I quickly realized no other girl, including Julie was anywhere near the lover my mother was. Now anytime the thought that we were committing a forbidden act entered my mind, it just made me harder. I quickened my thrusts and smiled as Mom was now pushing her head down further to take more of me into her mouth.

My small body rushed forward, using all my strength to hook a foot around the wheelchair’s wheel and lock it in place. “Don’t touch it!” I shouted with all my might. “Mom, the police officers said we have to protect the scene!” The wheelchair screeched harshly as it jolted violently. “Stop it!” Dad’s roar nearly shook dust from the ceiling. He rushed forward in one stride and yanked Mary away. She was flung to the ground in a miserable state, yet still tried to argue. “I… I was just anxious. I was worried about Ethan…” Dad looked down at her from above. There was no warmth left in his eyes.

It irks me the way she was speaking about that. My mom had never been the one to say these kinds of things and I was surprised at her mentioning "sex" a number of times. I decided to try and walk well to avoid any more questions from her , even though the soreness from my core was quite unbearable. As I walked back towards the kitchen , I heard my mom say : "There's nothing wrong with sex baby, especially if you've got a boyfriend. It's only bad if one does it with a stranger!" I sighed...

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

To teach my little sister, Esther, just how ruthless the online world could be, Mom hacked into my computer. She took all my chat logs, private photos, and even my browsing history, turned them into a PowerPoint presentation, and broadcast the whole thing live. While pointing at my photos, she laughed and said to my sister, "See? This is what men are really like. Your sister got fooled by her ex-boyfriend just like this. You'd better learn from her mistake." Esther suddenly understood. "Thanks, Mom. I get it now! Rebecca, I should thank you too." I stood behind them. My phone screen displayed the explicit messages between Mom and her lover, a personal trainer. I gently tapped the send b