Son Fuck Drunk Mom Novels & Stories

Maybe even let him slide inside me for a few desperate strokes before pulling away again. But tonight, something was different. At first, I thought I was imagining it. A faint rhythmic thump through the thin walls. Then it grew clearer. The familiar creak and slam of their bedframe. Mom’s breathy moans starting soft and quickly turning loud, unrestrained. “Yes, Daddy… fuck me harder…” Her voice carried clearly, raw and needy. My stomach twisted violently.

Mom cried out, "Fuck that pussy, it's your pussy baby! No one else gets it!' My mother's pussy was my pussy! Those words sent a thrill through me and sliding my hands up I grabbed her ankles. Spreading her legs open as far as my arms could reach, I started fucking her even harder. Mom started letting out those hot little yelps and I watched smiling at the sight of her just lying back, her arms by her sides, and her huge tits bouncing. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, emitting sounds of pleasure as she lied there letting her son fuck her the way she loved it, the way she needed it. I looked down and moaned at the sight of my glistening cock pounding in and out of Mom's pretty pink pus

I enter the door of our house only to find mom waiting for me, “have you been drinking?” she immediately asks me, “no” I respond but struggle to stand still, “your sister’s daughter is in a critical condition, instead of you staying and comforting her you find it okay to drink yourself to this?”, on any other day, I would put up with mom’s running mouth but not today, I had a bad day and am in a bad mood, I stand before her touching the wall for steadiness “your daughter is a hoe, If you care so much about her why don’t you leave this house and never come back, Dad is better off without you anyway”, mom slaps me hard making me fall down on the floor

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come

The phone call was from Isla, who said in her usual indifferent tone, "Alex Cohen, where the hell have you been? My parents are coming over tonight. Why don't you come back and clean up the house? Hurry up! After you’re done cleaning, you have to come out with me again…” "Clean up your *ss!" Alex was no longer short of money, so he could finally have a backbone. He no longer wanted to attend to her needs. He said into the phone, "I'm busy! I’m going to the hospital. Don't bother me!" It was said that alcohol could strengthen one's courage. In fact, money could strengthen one's courage better than alcohol.

He rubbed his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness. “Such a filthy family,” he murmured. “Mother and daughter licking and getting fucked in the same bed.” He pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust. I moaned into my mom’s pussy. The stretch felt so good after all the teasing. Lucas started fucking me with steady strokes while I kept licking my mom. My mom’s moans grew louder. She held my head in place, hips rocking against my tongue. “Oh God… Lira… that feels so good…”

Right after Mom hung up, my aunt, Meryl Turner, tagged me in the family group chat. She wrote, "Andrea, your mom's crying at home. Hurry over and comfort her!" I really wanted to reply, "I'm not going." But I had no choice. The Gorga River water was a moving plague. If Mom and Sheryl actually drank that water and got sick, could I really just stand by and watch them die? I rubbed my temples. My head was pounding. I arrived at Mom's house, but she started crying even louder the moment I walked through the door.

Soon, Dad passed out, his face pale. But Mom was unaware of it. She seemed to be in a state of paranoia, thinking that she could only win back Dad's love by doing this. I sat on the bed, quietly feeling everything that happened. Until the end, I didn't make any calls for help. After all, it was nothing but karma. They got what they deserved. It was only when Mom snapped out of her mania that she hurriedly acted. Blood had dripped from the bed and formed a small puddle. When she stepped on it, she even stumbled from the slipperiness.

I saw Riley walk past me few minutes later with a glass of juice heading to Finn’s office, I didn’t say anything to her neither did I try to stop her, I wasn’t in for any form of embarrassment. It wasn’t long before I heard her chatting loudly with Finn, they seemed so happy while Finn sipped from the glass of juice but after a few seconds, she got up and left, something wasn’t right, I walked into Finn’s office and noticed he was acting weird like someone who was drunk, but he only had a glass of juice, how could that get him drunk? Without further hesitation, I went after Riley, I saw her standing with my mother, I got suspicious. “Have you given him the juice?” My mother asked.

Her face was full of sympathy. "Sweetheart. You've never met your daddy, have you?" "Don't be angry at him, okay? Your mommy has to work very, very hard. She drinks with different men every night. It's utterly sordid." "That's why your daddy left. Try to understand him, okay?" Damian smacked her hand away. "Liar. My mom is not like that. Get out. I don't want to see you." I shoved the door open and went straight at her.