Son And Mom Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I scrunched my face at him. “What is it, Olly?” He jerked up at me. “I cannot believe you enjoy watching you own mother have sex.” I hissed at him. “If you don't enjoy it, you can leave.” I rolled my eyes on him and stopped replying…while continuing to listen. From what my mom and her husband were starting now, it seems like they were now fucking in the touch your toes style. “Yesss…fuck me harder my king!” I could hear the slamming of their bodies together and I could also imagine how they were with my mom's soft white ass against his groin.

She squeezed gently, her thumb rubbing over the swollen head, collecting the leaking cum. Without hesitation, she brought her glistening fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth, moaning softly as she tasted me. "I do," she whispered, voice dripping with lust. " Sienna told me you were big, but seeing this close is so satisfying. I want this monster stretching my cunt open." “Damn, I never would have thought my girlfriend's mother was such a slut” I growled, the sound raw in my throat, and climbed on the bed, grabbed the thin hand of her robe, and ripped it down her arms tearing it off in one rough pull.

Slowly, I looked into her eyes. “You really want to know what’s wrong?” I asked. She nodded and gently placed my head on her shoulder. “Talk to me,” she said softly. “Sebastian Whitmore,” I whispered. “Sebastian Whitmore.” “He’s Xavier’s father.” “No!” I suddenly stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I held my face in disgust, rubbing my arms in anger. “What have I done?” “No!” “This can’t be!” Vanezza walked closer. “Who’s Xavier?” she asked.

Please note that this story deals with taboo subject matter, and it won't be for everyone. It includes an incestuous relationship between a father and his son, graphic sexual content, dirty talk and pregnancy kink. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! Ronald’s P.O.V, “Oh, fuck yeah. Cum in me, daddy. Breed me,” the boy on the screen screamed while he was on his hands and knees getting fucked hard and fast by a man at least twenty years his senior.

Liam would hug me with his tiny arms and whisper that he was there for me, that I didn't have to be scared. I really believed things would get better. That was until a year ago, when I found out that Jonah had been secretly meeting with Suzanne. She was the daughter of the woman who had cheated with Dad and pushed Mom to her death. Jonah told me that Suzanne was just a business manager from one of their partner companies and that everything between them was strictly professional. He even went out of his way to give me detailed updates on every single conversation they had, just to ease my suspicions. Everything changed when I discovered Suzanne's social media.

"Mom, Dad, are you inside?" Christopher's voice came from outside. "Kylie is here. She says she has something very important to tell you." Adam and I looked at each other. We walked out. Christopher stood in the living room. His expression was complicated. Behind him, Kylie looked even thinner than a few days ago. "Ms. Lawson, I know you don't want to see me, but I really have something important–" Her hands subconsciously rested on her lower abdomen. "I'm pregnant. It's Christopher's child."

He wanted to be able to introduce her to his friends and colleagues who would then get the impression that he had a very happy, healthy relationship with his mother. So far that was very easy. I enjoyed role-play and am actually quite good at remaining in character. I am well traveled and comfortable in all social situations. Of course as expected this was not the end of the fantasy for this young man. He also wanted a sexual component to the mother-son relationship. I know I surprised my husband Brian when I did not hesitate to agree to this. He was quite use to me having a sexual relationship with other men; He just didn't think I would go for the role-play this particular man wanted.

My fingers found my swollen clit and started circling fast. “Oh god,” I whispered to myself, eyes closed. “Sean…” I pictured his face when Mom called — that mix of shock and hunger. I imagined him bending me over again, his thick fingers pumping inside me while he told me to be quiet so Mom wouldn’t hear. My other hand squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple the way he had.

"He's very open minded. He and mom haven't been together since he came out. I already spoke to him about it. He'd like to watch part of it. Being with a well hung stud is actually one of mom's fantasies." "You're okay with this?" "Remember when I told you we're touchy, feely, and open minded?" "Yeah." "We're really touchy, feely and open minded." "You have family sex?" "Mom and I do. I don't do Dick or get naked in front of him."

It bothered me a lot. "Are you still thinking about the call?" Brian asked. He frowned irritably. He was a sweet guy but he could be an asshole when it involved family. I nodded. I was still thinking about the call. Asking about it was his way of showing he was still a crappy boyfriend. He sighed before leaving the room. He was probably going back to the living room to hang out with the guys, doing nothing but drinking and playing games. I shook my head. According to the call, Mom had arranged a cruise on a yacht to take us to a resort of some sort—some Thai meditation kumbaya shit.