Sexting With My Mom Novels & Stories

I’m rock hard sitting here next to your mom, thinking about bending you over later. Every new message made her flush deeper. Her breathing grew slightly uneven. Bianca laughed at something on TV and leaned closer to me, kissing my cheek, completely oblivious that I was sexting her daughter right beside her. Marcus: Tonight, after she falls asleep, I’m coming to your room. I want you on all fours again, ass up high, back arched deep like the good slut you’re becoming for me. Beverley squeezed her thighs together tightly, clearly fighting the ache. I loved how responsive she was becoming.

Mom spit out. "Mom , I'm twenty, stop treating me like five." I snap at both my parents. "Twenty ? And you're not even a virgin. What happened to all the teachings in morning mass ? You learned nothing. You went ahead and commit fornication after our teachings of marriage before sex. Why can't you be like Leslie ?" Mom yell. Be like Leslie ? Wait, What ? I shake my head and absently play with my fork. "Ariel , who gave you those hickeys ?" Dad asks , glaring back at me.

"Things? What kind of things, mom?" I ask, my cock springing to life at the thought of my mom with another woman. "Sex." She answers matter-of-factly. "We rubbed our tits together and ate each other to orgasm a few times." I think about Susan and Sherrie and realize that mom must have been doing the same thing when she was in college. Thinking about Susan, I decide to give mom another Post Transmission Suggestion.

But, why don’t I regret it? I just smiled and glanced at my phone. I read my messages. Mom sent one, and I was about to ignore it but then I remembered something and replied. “Mom, can you give me Ninong’s F* or number?” I waited for a few minutes, biting my lip. I was excited. Then I smiled widely when Mom sent it without even asking why. “Thanks, Mom! I love you!” I quickly searched for his F******k and found it right away but I noticed that only Mom and Dad were his friends. Does he really have no other friends?

It was soaked and smelled of woman musk. No talk til we closed the doors of Mom's truck. I looked straight ahead as I asked, "How?" Mom started the truck and put it in gear as she answered, "Reddit, incest group. We chatted, no names, of course. It was a mutual fantasy. She has sex with her daughter, and no, there are no pictures." Mom turned and gave me a whimsical smile. I smiled back. I love bad mom.

"We'll just have to exchange it." When I reached for the sex shop box, my mom slapped my hand. "Get your dirty hands out of here. This gift is mine, and I'm not giving it back," my mom said angrily. "Give that one to your little friend because she must need saving. I already have one of those, but these are new. I'll keep the toys." My mom's eyes sparkled as she stared at the sex shop box. I looked at my mom in shock and turned to Melissa for help. She was more than amused by the situation. And she was already explaining to my mom what each gel was for.

The moment I found out something had happened to Dad, I called him for help. "Chester, I've already had your father cremated. I have his ashes with me. I'll give them to you now. Where are you? Hello? Chester, are you listening?" The more he asked, the more anxious he sounded. I forced myself to speak, though my mouth was wrapped with tape. "Mom locked me… in the sauna room. I can't… hold on much… longer." Larry let out a horrified cry. He started cursing Mom nonstop, then repeatedly shouted my name to keep me awake.

A faint smile appeared on his face. When we got home, my mom’s things had already been thrown out. Quiana stayed for a while, but then got up to leave. I grabbed her hand and whispered, “Ms. Sullivan, I’ll help you be my mom.” She froze for a moment. I pouted at Dad, acting like a spoiled princess. “Dad, if Ms. Sullivan isn’t with me, I’ll have nightmares at night. I always dream that Mom pinches me and hits me.”

Our increasing obsession with each other eventually manifested itself in the form of sexting and sending each other filthy nudes. My parents were more controlling than I had given them credit for. I had no idea they’d been snooping through my phone until they confronted me about its contents. It was awful. They forbade me to see him. They, of course, dangled their money over my head. Their threats only intensified my feelings and resolve.

“Okay, what’s going on? This better not be about your sext buddy.” Amaya avoided her eyes. Zara scoffed. “Are you freaking serious? Still? You haven’t even seen his face!” “I know, Zara,” Amaya sighed, pressing the heel of her hand against her forehead. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just... he made me feel something. It was fun at first, mysterious. But now... it’s like I can’t get him out of my head.” “Amaya,” Zara leaned closer, exasperated, “You haven’t heard from him since the photo, right?”