Sexy Mom Stories Novels & Stories

Forbidden Pleasures Sinful Affairs With My Stepbrother Nine The Parents Diana’s Pov The sun is bright outside when I woke up wrapped in Elijah ’s arms, his breath warm on my neck, his hand resting low on my belly like he was already claiming what might grow there. I didn’t move right away. Just lay there, feeling him inside me from last nightstill half hard even in sleep. My body hurt in places I didn’t know could hurt, but every ache reminded me of him. Of how deep he went. How hard he came. How many times I begged for more. I hated that I wanted it again. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Not once but Twice. I reached for it before he woke. The screen lit up. A message from Mom “We’re

“No, Tatum, not at all. It’s just...we told him that was a dumb thing to ask. You’re already under so much stress and we know you’d never say no to Nat. Plus, just months before, he’d asked one of us to take care of those needs for you.” My eyes bulged at what I heard. “Excuse me? what?” Remy sighed. “He wanted us to handle the sex stuff for him. Because he couldn’t anymore and you seemed so sad and lonely. We were like, ‘Hell no. We are not doing this.’ But he said he would rather the next man you sleep with be familiar and not a stranger. But we said nah, so I guess he concocted this Coverts plan.”

“Mommy needs your cum again. Fill my married pussy.” Liam flipped her onto her back, spread her thick thighs wide, and pounded into her missionary style. The bed creaked softly under them. He slammed deep, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Serena’s big tits bounced wildly. She grabbed them and squeezed her own nipples hard. “I’m gonna cum, Mommy,” Liam growled. “Cum inside me!” she begged, her voice shaking. “Fill Mommy’s womb with your hot young cum!”

“I’m not mad. Shocked? Yes. Traumatized? A little. But mad? Nah. If my best friend is finally getting some after that trash-ass ex… and it’s with a literal sex god cop? I’m here for it.” She looked at Liam—smirking. “But Dad—no. Wait. Not Dad. Officer Sexy. Whatever. Next time lock the door. Or at least put a sock on it. I need to bleach my eyes after this.” Liam laughed—shaky, relieved—rubbing his face. “Fair.” Sarah stood—grabbing her purse. “I’m going to Jake’s for real this time,” she said. “You two… finish whatever this is. But maybe invest in a lock. And condoms. And therapy for me.”

When Liam came he pulled out and painted her belly: thick ropes that ran down the curve and pooled in her navel. Jake took his place in her cunt immediately, sliding into the slick, pregnant hole like he belonged there. Connor moved behind the throne and fed his cock into her ass, the angle perfect because of the way the chair tilted her hips. Double penetration while thirty women watched and sipped mimosas. One by one every man who had used her at the barbecue came back for more. Some took her mouth and added to the glaze on her face and tits. Some chose her cunt and pumped another load into the pregnant hole.

We stayed like that—panting, shaking—his forehead pressed to mine. Until we heard Mom’s voice again—closer this time. “Kids? You up there?” Panic. Adrenaline. Post-orgasm haze. We scrambled. But the wet spot on the floor? The handprints on the window? The smell of sex thick in the air? Yeah. We were so fucked.

We came together, her squirting again, soaking the sheets, me filling her deep with another load. *My Mom's hot best friend is a squirter* Saturday came, we had the same routine of hot sex. We barely left the bed except to eat, her feeding me strawberries from her fingers, juice dripping down her chin, leading to me bending her over the kitchen counter and fucking her raw while she held unto the edge, screaming for more. “Right there baby boy…uh uh make sure I feel you for days,” she screamed, pushing back like a woman possessed. I spanked her harder, pulled her hair, left bite marks on her shoulders. I know she loves it, her voice a mix of pleas and orders

“I need my Daddies.” They stayed in bed for another hour, touching her gently now, cleaning her up with warm towels. But even in the quiet moments, the hunger was still there. John’s fingers lazily played with her swollen clit. Luke kissed the marks on her neck. James watched her with dark, satisfied eyes. This wasn’t romance. It was pure, raw passion. Three powerful men completely owning their little girl, and her loving every second of it. Precious closed her eyes, feeling their cum still inside her, their hands still on her body.

Alecia's pov Chapter 9 I sat there on the couch, legs crossed tight, feeling Haiden's cum still deep inside me, shifting every time I moved even a little. It was thick and warm, leaking slow into my panties, making the fabric stick to my pussy lips, and every small shift sent a reminder straight to my clit, keeping me half turned on even while everyone talked like normal. Mum was going on about some dinner plans for next week, Collins laughing loud at something she said, and Emily kept glancing at Haiden, her smile not as bright as before, like she could tell something was off.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.