Single Mom Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

I bit my bottom lip, and I still stood frozen without moving at all. The baby in my belly seemed to become slightly impatient. She urged me again and again. “Mom, please leave now. Don’t beg Dad in such a petty way. There’s no hope for you left. You should keep your dignity. That way, you’ll still be my best Mom. “If you don’t leave with the money, you walk away with nothing. How are you going to raise me, then?” When the guests saw such a situation, they gave harsh comments. “Some women are just ignorant. It’s unfortunate that Mr. Grant was married to such a wife. She got pregnant with a baby girl only after they had been married for ten years. If I were her, I would not have the nerve to j

She probably tells me. “Well, the thing is mom,” I say. She nodded her head. “Okay, you have to listen to everything I say and hear me out okay.” I took a deep breath, “Mom I had sex I tell her in a mumble. “Huh, I didn’t hear you, sweety.” “Say it a little louder honey.” my mom told me. “I had sex and you must know Elijah and Jake is my mate. But there is more. Also, I found Andrew and Matthew as my mates too. And I must be caring for their pups because I didn’t get on birth control.” I was nervous and I spoke louder for her to hear.

And Bryce had been so dedicated to his duties and work that he no longer had time to have a woman in his life or a date. Mrs. Jolly couldn't count just how many dates she had tried to set her son up for, but he always found a way of escaping the dates every single time. She wasn't worried about Chad at all because Chad was still moving around with the ladies, and she believed that it wouldn't take that much time before he finally brought a woman home. But it's not the same for Bryce. She's scared that her first son might end up unmarried, and she is scared that she wouldn't be getting a grandchild from him anytime soon. This brought her to the decision of calling his office.

"If they are your real daughter, would you have allowed them to just go get a house and live there alone, where they could have all the freedom to do what they want? Would you have heard they are in prison and not even ask what they did? You don't care for them genuinely. You only give them what they want and I've been a fool all this while to believe the showering of money and expensive things are the definition of love children could ever get from their father. I am such a bad mother and those brats have the guts to have a sex party with some hooligans and sluts!" She finally snapped at him. Chairman Charles was taken aback by what he just heard.

I even wondered if she had really gone mad. "You treated me the same way too when I was little, no?" Mom suddenly stopped laughing. The memories of her childhood, as described by her, became fragmented and cruel. It turned out that when Mom was a child, my grandfather eloped with someone else because Grandma couldn't give birth to a son. During that time, Grandma must have lost her sanity and would beat and scold Mom every day. Therefore, in Mom's memory, giving birth to a daughter was a misfortune, and keeping a husband was an instinct all women had.

In a faint voice, she asked, "If you wanted me, why didn't you just force me to marry you? You could have owned me without all this secrecy. You could have done anything to me if it meant atoning for what I did." Xavier gave a hollow laugh. "That’s exactly where the fantasy lies, Mommy. I want every single day to be a ticking time bomb for you." He patted Elara’s shoulder, then squeezed it hard before turning to leave. "Get some rest, Mommy. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day for you." To be continued...

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

I could feel him squeeze Charlotte’s hand because she tensed up immediately, shoulders stiff. “Charlotte, is there anything you want to tell us?” Mother Vivienne asked gently but firmly. “It’s okay, you can speak freely here”. I assured her. “They…” Her voice broke, cracking on the word. She swallowed hard. “They keep calling me immoral, saying I seduced their son. That I have no shame, trying to sleep with him in broad daylight.” “They all keep making things difficult for me, especially his mother. She uses every chance to insult me, make me feel small and worthless.”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”