Son Fuck Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

Her shrieks echoed through the room. Dad, who had been frozen in place, finally snapped out of his daze. His eyes, bloodshot and wide with horror, locked onto Mom. "Nicole, please, don't do this! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm begging you, please don't do something so reckless." But Mom had become like a wild beast, driven mad by grief. She raised the syringe, already stained red with blood, and plunged it yet again into Denise's back.

Mom hadn't been this excited about anything in a long while, which saddens me especially on days I had to see her drink heavily while getting a hangover the next morning. “Hart!” Mom called like a teenager getting out from her sliver Honda with a big smile on her face. Mr Blackwood expression softened immediately at the sound of her voice. He approached her, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, while keeping his hand on her back. His eyes came to rest on me and Joey who slowly followed after her, giving me a clearer look at what he looked like outside the photo mom showed me, suddenly making so much sense why Mom had fallen fast for him.

My phone vibrated several more times. The other person lost it and kept sending me one voice message after another. [Do you think everyone in the group chat is dumb? Do you think people will believe a random CT scan image you found online?] [You're old enough to be his mother, yet you're still acting like some young girl and pulling tricks like this. Have you no shame?] [I'm the one Christopher is going to marry! If you still have any dignity left, hand in your resignation tomorrow. Don't make me go to the office and humiliate you in public!]

My body, which had been rigid with tension, just went limp all at once. But just as the traffic officer pulled back her hand and Dad was about to start the car, Mom chuckled softly. "You people are so gullible. My husband drank quite a bit at his class reunion today. If you'd let him go just like that, he'd definitely run over and kill a few people." The traffic officer's face turned livid. She yanked Dad right out of the driver's seat and barked at her colleague to take him back to headquarters for a blood test.

The bare wrinkled flesh I immediately felt was drenched in desire, my fingers plunged easily inside as her momentum picked up in my ear. "Oh my god Scott, you could actually have her! She's completely drunk and would have no problem spreading her legs and waiting for her own son to ease his aroused penis right into her. Is that what you were afraid of? How pleasing your mother's body might feel as you push your hard cock into her slippery walls of motherhood, fucking your own mom because she's so god damn drunk? Don't worry Scott, she loves to fuck, and you're next."

They were moaning like they were auditioning for a bad porno—loud, sloppy, drunk—her nails digging into his back, his hips grinding against her like he owned the place. Mom broke the kiss long enough to notice me standing there, dripping on the welcome mat like a drowned rat. “Well, well,” she slurred, not even bothering to push the guy’s hand away. Her eyes raked over me, sharp despite the glaze of alcohol. “Look who finally decided to come crawling home. My ungrateful little bitch of a daughter.” The guy—mid-forties, with a wedding ring tan line on his finger, cheap cologne that smelled like desperation and pine air freshener—lifted his head and leered at me, his lips shiny with her saliva

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

“When are you going to wake up? We could move to a different city together. “I’ve thought about it. I saved up some money over the years. We could buy a small house, open a little flower shop, and live a safe and happy life. How does that sound?” I wiped away my tears. “As long as you wake up… I’ll do anything.” Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Stella. “Quiana? Are you there? “Jaxon won’t stop throwing up. What should I do? “Shaun’s not home, and the nanny has no clue.” Jaxon shouted in the background, “Mom, I don’t want her help! Dad said she’s not my mother anymore!” Then, he started throwing up again. I let out a bitter laugh. “Did you give him mango?”

i let out a low gasps. I can hear my mind screaming about how wrong all of this is. If mom find's out her boyfriend is pleasuring me right now, things cannot be good for either of us. But dad voice is too intoxicating, i cannot stop. I climbed even higher in ecstasy as he slip his hands under my panties. My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing.

"Vivian's too scared to even leave the house now! How old is she? Everything she said was just a young girl being childish! She's just insecure. How old are YOU, still holding it against her!" "Samuel, you've had too much to drink. The door's right over there." "Dad, you're welcome to have the videos professionally examined. There isn't a single edit in them." Dad's mouth hung open like a fish tossed onto dry land. I almost laughed out loud. He'd probably never once heard Mom speak to him in that tone. He was used to the gentle, doting Evelyn who was always waiting for him to come home. The comments went off.