Son Fuck Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

well, mostly for Mom. "Great game, Jerry," Mom slurs, wrapping her arms around him in a drunken embrace. J's eyes narrow as he pulls away from her. "Are you drunk, Mom?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "I might've had a couple beers," she shrugs nonchalantly, like it's not a fucking big deal. "I can't believe you. For one night, you couldn't go without drinking? What is wrong with you?" "What's the big deal? I'm here, ain't I?" She's shouting now, drawing the attention of people around us.

Mom stands her legs trembling and body shaking. He lets go of her hair and wraps his hand around her neck from behind. His other hand tugs on her chin. "Shhh…" he coos. "It's okay now." He places a rough kiss on her lips. He breaks the kiss and pushes her back to the ground. "Wait…you're drunk. Don't go out right now." Mom pleaded with him. He spits on her and walks out slamming the door behind her. I run to mom and wrapy arms around her.

His eyes were swollen and puffy from crying, his nose was red, and he looked utterly pitiful. The moment he came in, he ran over and threw himself at my feet. "Mommy, I was wrong!" He grabbed my legs and cried so hard he could barely breathe. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. Please don't leave me. Don't divorce Daddy!" I looked down at him, feeling a mess of emotions. "Felix, tell me. What exactly did you do wrong?" "I-I shouldn't have said you weren't pretty. I shouldn't have told you to get out of the house. I shouldn't have wanted Ms. Sulvan to be my mom…" he sobbed, his eyes darting around nervously.

“You know I look at you. It’s because I’ve wanted to fuck that body of yours for as long as I’ve known you. Shit, since we were little kids.” “You helped me because you want to have sex with me?” He laughed. “No, not exactly. My mom is like your dad, you know. Except I’m bigger than she is. I guess I noticed you needed someone bigger than your dad to help out.” “Oh,” I said. “Your mom drinks?” “Like a fucking fish. Your dad would like her.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “How didn’t I know that?” “I keep that shit under wraps. Been bigger than her for a long time now.”

Her lips curved into a faint chuckle, though it lacked warmth. “So... how’s the alcohol party scene treating you?” The jab was clear, but I refused to flinch. “Mom,” I said firmly, swallowing my frustration, “it’s not exactly my first time drinking alcohol.” Her laughter came again—low, biting, and filled with scorn.

"I'll treat Mike well from now on. I'll treat him like my own son. I'll treat him even better than Drake. El, please... Please let me go..." Mom didn't loosen her grip. She looked at him as though she were staring at a corpse. "That won't be necessary," she replied. "Mike already has a father. He doesn't need you to play the role—and frankly, you don't deserve to." Only when Uncle Donald's eyes began rolling back from the lack of oxygen did she finally release him. With a violent shove, she threw him to the floor. "I'm not going to let you die that easily." "You and your son have always wanted to go to Esterica, haven't you?"

The wet sounds of two thick cocks stretching my pussy were unmistakable, but Mom remained completely clueless. “You’re such a good girl,” Mom said warmly. “Call me tomorrow, okay? Love you!” “Love you too, Mom— ahh!” I cried out as another powerful thrust made me see stars. The moment she hung up, both men lost control. “Such a naughty little slut,” Marcus growled, slamming up into me. “Talking to your mother while your stepdad and uncle wreck your pussy.” They fucked me mercilessly — two massive black cocks destroying my stretched cunt at the same time. I came violently, screaming as my pussy gushed and spasmed around both of them.

I just want him to fuck me untill I lost my sense. Mummy, I’m sorry for fucking you and my stepmom husband. His dick Is just too addictive “Let me show you something quickly,” he said out loud, voice casual but rough.

Unfortunately, no matter how loudly I yelled, Mom stayed busy with her chores over there. After a while, I heard her grumbling in confusion, "What is this junk in the sink? It's stuck, and I can't pull it out." My eyes lit up instantly. That wasn't junk; those were my fingers that Grayson Moore had snapped off by force. Before killing me, he had chopped them into pieces with a kitchen knife right before my eyes and flushed them down the drain just to break my spirit. Mom was a doctor, so she would definitely be able to tell that those were chopped human fingers!

"Mr. Ford, you're back. Rowena was worried I wouldn't be able to take care of Theo properly after being discharged from the hospital, so she brought us here." My eyes locked onto the pajamas he was wearing, and I clenched my jaw. "Take that off. Who said you could touch my clothes?" Adrian set Theo down to the side and walked toward me, the smile on his face growing even wider. "Rowena did. And it won't stop at your clothes. I'm going to take everything you have!" The second he finished speaking, he swung a fist at my face. I immediately raised my hand and retaliated, but he flew backward from the force of my punch.