Son Buys Mom Lingerie Novels & Stories

About an hour later, Sonny appeared at her door. "Knock, knock," he said, while barging in. She could tell he held something behind his back. "For you," he said, while holding up a very short, strapless bright blue dress in one hand, then pausing for a moment before producing the heels in his other hand. "Sonny! I...no, no no! I'm not going. And I asked you not to spend any money on me," Victoria said, clearly pissed. "Hey, don't worry. I got this dress from a flea market. Seriously, there might be some stains on it." He quickly ducked from the box of tissues that Victoria threw at him.

Fear washed through me. Then I noticed the slinky outfit Mom wore. She had on a black party dress that barely covered her big, fake tits. The skirt was so short, she'd be in trouble wearing that at my college. It hardly fell past her rump. It was clear she was dressed up for her lover and his dick. The dick that Matti claimed she needed. Well, if Mom needed a better cock than Dad's, I had one she could enjoy. I wouldn't put up with this any longer. I aimed my remote at her and pressed the record button.

Mom wondered what other lingerie she could wear or body language she could use for future bouts of incest with her son. Even though he had promised to never reject her or turn her away if she came to him for sex, mom was still shy and nervous about actually instigating sex with her son. She longed for the confidence to be able to voice her desires, tease her son with erotic poses, wear skimpy lingerie and revealing clothing, or even physically initiate sex with her son. But she still didn't know how to do anything like that and didn't know what to say or do in order to start. She made a mental note to check the internet for suggestions on seducing men and younger men too. She needed instruct

Her breath on my skin tripled my mood and energy. "Emma, please go deeper, please," She begged amidst her moans. Sonia's room door suddenly swung open and my mom walked in. I fell to the side immediately and quietly sneaked under Sonia's duvet. "Sonia, what was that sound I was hearing from this room?" My mom asked, her eyes scanning the room. Sonia's face was sweaty but she forced a calm expression on her face, "it's nothing, ma, I'm only finding it difficult to sleep." She wiped her eyes in pretense.

Right before I finished I made her beg for it. “Come inside me… please… come inside my pussy.” I exploded deep in her, filling her up while the laugh track from Seinfeld played in the background. We were still connected, kissing, when the dryer buzzer went off and we heard footsteps coming downstairs. We scrambled. She barely got her leggings up (no time for the panties) as Dad walked into the kitchen with the laundry basket. He didn’t notice anything. I looked down and saw Mom’s white thong bunched around her ankle. While Dad wasn’t looking I pulled it off and held it up.

Jana frowned at me, then said coldly after a moment, "Sir, I don't know you. I have manners, but that doesn't mean I'll tolerate you repeatedly slandering my husband and son. Our company's legal department isn't to be trifled with either." Leah huffed in disbelief. "Mom, what are you saying? You don't even recognize me and Dad anymore?" The people around burst into laughter. "Hey, girl, aren't you taking this act a bit too far? You'd better take your dad and leave before Ms. Webster goes after you. Brighton Group isn't something ordinary folks like you can mess with."

His mother, in full Karen regalia—pearls, pastel heels, power hunger—turned to him with the flourish of a woman about to throw a tantrum at Buckingham Palace. “Wild animal?” Linda muttered under her breath. “Say it again, Grandma Prada, say it with your chest.” I elbowed her hard. She yelped. “Ow! What was that for?” she hissed, rubbing her ribs. “For having no self-control!” “Excuse me for not bowing to someone who smells like expired wine and funeral arrangements.” I jabbed her again. She jabbed me back. Then she leaned in close, barely suppressing a smirk, and whispered, “Okay, real talk. Are we seriously letting this go because her son is walking sex? Because I could be persuaded if—”

It was nice to have a young cock worshipping her body, she thought to herself. She removed her bra and revealed her creamy white tits, so perky they just begged to be touched. To her surprise, her son then picked her up by her round ass and put his mouth around her left breast, his free hand groping the other. He made his way to the bed and plopped her down, momentarily releasing her nipple from his mouth. She slid down her panties over her hot, wet pussy and then began to take off her stockings. "Leave them," Greg commanded, his mother still surprised at his forwardness in the bedroom. "You look sexy in the stockings"

He picked up his bag and walked out. I squeezed my son’s sweet body close. “Come on. Let’s brush your teeth and get you dressed so we can go see your daddy play.” *** That night I slipped into the purple and black number twenty, lacey, baby doll nightie I discovered online. It cracked me up because I just couldn’t see another man wanting his wife or girlfriend wearing it. Killian walked in talking, “He’s asleep… fuck.” I turned slowly so he got the full effect. “You are one hot momma.”

“Try them on later. I want to see how they fit my princess.” “You bought me lingerie?” I asked, holding up a black lace thong. “That is so naughty. What would Mom think if she knew her husband was picking out panties for her daughter?” I smiled at him, crossing my legs so my shorts rode higher. He stepped closer. “She does not need to know everything. This is between us. I like spoiling you. Now, about that shoulder rub I promised. You still tense?” His hands landed on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into my muscles. It felt so good I moaned softly.