Son Mom Sex Stories Novels & Stories

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

My mom's voice, muffled but unmistakable. She was loud. Really loud. And I was lying there in the dark, listening to my mother have sex with the man who'd had his fingers inside me. I should've put in headphones. Should've turned on music. Should've done anything other than lie there and listen. But I didn't. I lay there, my hand sliding between my legs almost without thinking, touching myself while I listened to them through the wall. I imagined it was me. Me in that bed with him. Me making those sounds.

We came together, her squirting again, soaking the sheets, me filling her deep with another load. *My Mom's hot best friend is a squirter* Saturday came, we had the same routine of hot sex. We barely left the bed except to eat, her feeding me strawberries from her fingers, juice dripping down her chin, leading to me bending her over the kitchen counter and fucking her raw while she held unto the edge, screaming for more. “Right there baby boy…uh uh make sure I feel you for days,” she screamed, pushing back like a woman possessed. I spanked her harder, pulled her hair, left bite marks on her shoulders. I know she loves it, her voice a mix of pleas and orders

My body goes rigid, cock beats against her bare body. Our moans blend, heartbeat races alike. Thick sweat breaks out of my pores. It feels like a dream. I'm fucking my stepmom. The feel of her juicy pussy on my cock drives me nuts. I pull back and push in, this time, thrusting into her body. Holy. Shit. My body goes rigid for the tenth time, and I try to contain the vibrations that rock through me. “You feel so good…” My voice is caught in my throat, body moves in and out of her wetness without regret.

I said matter-of-factly. “Mom, please don’t get married to this man. You can marry any other man.” I held her hands, pleading. I really wanted to be happy for her. I was ready to be. But how could I, when she was marrying the same man who had given me my first real taste of pleasure? The same man I had wanted so desperately, even while praying we would never cross paths again. I looked him in the eyes. Anyone watching would think we were locked in some silent stare competition. Mom glanced between us while I stared at him, anger burning through me.

I rushed to her bathroom to get her pain killers. “ Damien!!!!!”. I shouted “ Mom keep it down”. Lisa groaned as I came out of the bathroom. “ Sorry honey, how do you feel? What do you want to eat? Should I get you hot chocolate?.” “ What happened mom”? He asked as he came panting into the room. “ What happened to Lisa?. “ She got her periods “. I stated. “ Oh my God”. He shouted, panicking, and running down the stairs. “ Dad!!! Lisa's got her periods, do we still have her snacks in the house?”.. he yelled.

It was a text from an unknown number, but I needed no one to tell me who it was. "We need to talk. Call me when you're ready.” I sent a message to Celine telling her I needed her. I sat across from Celine at a café, my hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. Celine's eyes were wide with disbelief as she whispered, "You slept with your mom's boyfriend?" I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "Keep your voice down!" Celine leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, but this is insane. Start from the beginning."

“My name is Zoe Grace Langston. I’m staying at this apartment for two weeks while my parents are out of the country. Zach’s my brother—he’s a doctor and had to leave for the hospital. I can’t contact him because I left my phone in there and can’t return alone.” “It’s alright, Miss.” The Black security guard who first welcomed me at the front desk looked at me calmly. “We’ll resolve whatever issue is happening. The receptionist already contacted your brother, and he’s on his way here as we speak.” I let out a deep breath of relief. At least I wouldn’t be alone anymore. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you until your brother gets back,” said the older woman beside me. “Thank you, Ma’am.” I felt li

"I just wanted Ms. Sulvan to be part of our family! "Ms. Sulvan is so nice, not like Mom, who wears those old pajamas every day with messy hair and doesn't look good at all! All my classmates laugh at me and say my mom looks like a maid!"