Son Fuck Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

I had spent my entire childhood in cold foster homes and lonely orphanages, always dreaming of the day I would finally create a real, loving family of my own. My mind drifted back to a rainy night that made this possible. It was the night after Grandfather died. Damian had come home completely shattered, reeking of expensive whiskey, his cold walls completely broken down and for the first time in twelve years, he let me hold him, burying his wet face in my neck. In that brief, vulnerable moment, we spent our first and last passionate night together. The next morning, he had raised back his walls, put his ice-cold mask back on, and cruelly told me it was a mistake.

"Oh, is Anastasia there? Put her on, I want to ask her about shoes." Tristan pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects my lips to his tip. I gasp for air, my face flushed, my neck marked by the belt. He grabs my arm and hauls me up, tossing me onto the king-size bed. I bounce on the mattress, breathless and dazed. He hands me the phone. "Try not to make sound babygirl," he whispers, his voice rough. I take the phone with a trembling hand. "H-hey, Mom," I stammer.

The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the sound of the pool water and her broken moans. “Listen to how sloppy this pussy is for me,” he snarled in her ear, tightening his grip on her throat. “Daddy’s best friend balls-deep in his little girl’s cunt. You love it, don’t you? Love betraying your father like the filthy whore you are.” “Yes— fuck, yes,” she sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in her belly. Victor’s free hand came down hard on her ass — a sharp smack that echoed. Then another. And another. Each one made her clench tighter around his cock.

"Kyla! Don't get too upset. Just divorce him and let your sister—" Her words cut off the second she saw the spiky-haired guy on the couch. Then her eyes landed on Bruce, fully dressed and calmly holding the baby. She froze. Pointing at the guy, Mom yelled, "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" The guy was still yanking up his pants. "She's the one who called me over." "That's a lie!" Zoey screamed. "I didn't!" Mom completely lost it. "Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!"

I saw the flash of crimson in Luke's eyes and knew immediately---too much rare steak had triggered his vampiric instincts. Now all Luke wanted was more blood, his gaze fixed on the kitchen, on the refrigerator. Inside it was the animal blood I'd stocked for Lucien. "Daddy, can I have a drink before bed? Please?" Lucien stiffened and refused instinctively, his tone sharp. "No. You've had too much rare steak today." The moment the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake. He paused, softened his voice. "Why don't you ask your mom? If she says it's okay, then fine."

' Her cheeks burned recounting it, the phantom sensation of his lips sucking her clit making her shift in the seat, a fresh dampness between her thighs. Mira's mouth fell open, but she stayed silent, urging her on. 'But earlier this morning, after his argument with my mother about the wedding, he kissed her, hard, right in front of me. Grabbed her tit, squeezed it like he owned her, and they went back to the room. I could hear everything: her begging, him growling, the bed slamming as he fucked her senseless. And to top it all off, my mother sold our house without telling me. Auctioned it off like it was nothing. Now I'm stuck in that house forever with them. Selene... I don't even know what

“Jeremy, who’s the one making a scene here? While I was away on business, you brought your little fling into our home and had our son call her ‘Mom’! And now you want me to just let it slide? Dream on!” Taking a deep breath, I tried to keep my emotions in check before delivering the final blow. “Jeremy, we’re done. Let’s get divorced.” Dan immediately started sobbing. “Mom! Mom! You can’t leave me and Dad!” He wailed, “Auntie Shannon said if I called her ‘Mom’ when she picked me up from school, she’d buy me my favorite toys! Wahhh!” Shannon looked pitifully at Jeremy. “Jeremy, it’s not what you think… I just wanted Dan to feel like he had a mother since he’s been missing his real one for so

I retorted, "Your mom's health started failing quite a while back. I told you about it several times before, but you were just too busy taking care of the 'terminally-ill' Phillip to heed my words. That's why you were unaware of her situation for so long! "That day, I called you when the doctors were performing emergency treatment on her. However, you only picked up after multiple calls, and even then, you barely spoke to me before running off to soak in the hot springs with Phillip! Have you forgotten about that?"

She grabbed my head and slammed it hard against the counter. The sound of shattering glass exploded in my ears, and blood blurred my vision. But Stacy was not satisfied. She lifted her four-inch heels and drove them into my abdomen. Pain exploded through me.

Sonny, who was sitting in the child safety seat, suddenly asked, “Mom, that mister said he was looking for you all night. Do you know him? He smells heavily of alcohol.” Sonny disliked the smell of alcohol. Uncle Zak, Dunc, and Uncle Jul had always smelled fresh. There was rarely the smell of alcohol or cigarettes on them. “I don’t know him. He was drunk.” “He looks at you like how Dunc does.” Liberty was speechless. Sonny was clever. Although he could not understand the drunkard’s words, he could feel the man’s burning gaze directed at his mom. It was just like how Dunc looked at Mom.