Romans & histoires Son Fuck Drunk Mom

A broken sob escaped my lips as my mom came hard on Xander’s dick, shuddering violently, her pussy gushing around him while he held her close and cooed, "Isn't having your step son make your pussy tremble better than bitching about things you can't change? Cum for us, step mommy. Cum hard enough and you might not have to fuck other dicks anymore." My mother screamed while both men roared, pumping her full of dick and cum. "Fuck, that's it!" Alec groaned deep as he flooded her ass. Xander joined in with a breathy laugh, sighing heavily in relief as he emptied himself in her cunt. My despair knew no bounds. Other dicks? Dear God, my life was a living nightmare.

It's been a few minutes since Yelena and Travis returned to dancing, Yelena says a lot and Travis always has an answer to what she says, but when I'm in front of him, he can't say more than ten words to me. And often if he talks to me he is hostile because I do something wrong with his girls. I kept getting dizzy from what was happening, I kept standing up from my seat. "Kourtney!" Mom immediately said, because you are quite strong I retreated from the chair I was sitting on. "Sorry!" And I don't know why but I suddenly laughed. I moved from where I was standing and I felt an earthquake because everything around me was moving. "Oh my God! Frank your son is drunk!" Mom said worriedly but I co

35 This is your Uncle. This is my Friend. That slow, sick wave coming up my insides and sloping down my scalp. Those other things she’s said to me. Open your legs. Flash. “Fuck you, Susie.” I say this out loud, looking at my mother as she lies asleep across from me. Naked and weak on murky-white sheets. Passed out, wasted, drunk, drugged, or just very tired, or sexed-out, or whatever. I don’t know and I don’t care. Her breath catches in the back of her throat in half-snores. She won’t wake up.

"I'm sorry I was such a whore, but... I just got so lonely. Even with my new tits, you just didn't pay attention to me." "Yeah," he groaned. "Just... busy at work. Things are stressful. I'll pay more attention. To you. To Matti." "And so will our son," Mom purred as she reached behind her and parted her butt-cheeks. She flashed her asshole at me. I hurried to her and pressed my cock against that naughty hole. Matti whimpered behind me. I glanced at her settling on the couch and fingering her sloppy cunt full of Dad's jizz. She masturbated as I thrust my cock against our mother's asshole.

“What’ll it be?” “Tequila,” I said. The word felt foreign on my tongue. I’d never touched it, not once. I knew better-our family history was a long list of livers that failed before their time. But tonight, I didn’t care. Tonight, I wanted something strong enough to burn the betrayal out of my throat. “One shot?” I laughed bitterly. It sounded ugly, like something broken. “Keep them coming.”

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

"Wow! Do you have any of mom? Can I see them? Can I watch them with you. Please! I'll eat your pussy if you let me see them." "Honey I've got a feeling you would eat my pussy eve if I didn't show you, but yeah why not. It would be real kinky for a son to watch his mom fuck even before he was born. Let me clean up and I'll set things up. You got get us some drinks and meet me in my bedroom."

Then they made us kiss deep, tongues tangled, while the men took turns in our holes. “Deeper, you filthy mother-daughter dykes!” Uncle Richard shouted. They forced us into a 69 right there on the platform. I licked Mom’s cum-filled pussy like crazy while she ate mine, sucking out all the loads from the club and Dad. The guys stood around us jerking off, slapping our asses, spitting on us. I came so fucking hard, squirting into Mom’s mouth. She drank it all and kept licking, moaning “That’s my good girl… eat Mommy’s whore cunt…”

I leaned my neck to the side, granting him more access, as his mouth moved to my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "You drive me insane," he muttered against my throat, i felt each word like a brand against my skin. "Good, don't stop," I gasped, my fingers threading into his hair, desperately begging him not to stop. I needed more…more than just his touch. My pussy clenched desperately in need. I needed to feel his big dick deep inside me. And I didn't hesitate to tell him what I wanted. “Fuck me” my voice slurred. I couldn't even say the words straight without sounding drunk.

The man couldn't even fix a broken pipe. Every penny his unemployed ass could punch out of mom and I was used to sponsor his drinking habit. Mom pranced around on autopilot, serving food and drinks to people who turned their backs on us when we needed them the most. I prayed they'd choke on their food. I know, I'm evil. A drunk guy grabbed mom by the arm complaining about something. Mom looked distraught, like she was one second away from breaking down again. It was a mystery how someone as fragile as she could've ever been in love my rass, uncouth, good for nothing, asshole Father.