Novel & Cerita Son Mom Sex Story

The exact thing I needed. I added another finger. “I need… Ahh… you to fuck me daddy…” I moaned louder. Brenda is a heavy sleeper, she wouldn't hear me, and her room wasn't close to mine. I pushed the fingers in deeper, stretching myself, thinking of how much more Damian's dick would stretch me. “Fuck!” I'd do anything to have his dick in me… Just anything. Suddenly, the door sprung open. I quickly removed my hands from my pussy.

“Well, you played your part well too. Evil boyfriend pounding down the hallway looking for his drugged girlfriend. He believed every second of it.” Kai’s eyes darkened, lingering on me longer than they should have. “And what did he do? Fuck you?” “No.” I licked my lips, smiling at the shock on his face. “He stopped. Can you believe it? Big bad Dominic King, the CEO who screws his way through half the city, couldn’t even put his cock in me. He fingered me until I came so hard I nearly cried. He had me writhing, begging and dripping all over his hand but then after that he just stopped, tucking me into bed like some precious little doll."

Ten years of marriage, over. And for me and my son, life was just beginning again.

Beside her, Vivian's mother Linda accepted a crystal champagne flute from a bow-tied server. "This spectacle should prove entertaining, if nothing else," she remarked dryly before taking a delicate sip. Vivian let out a derisive laugh. "Please. My hapless ex-husband was always useless with numbers and business. I'll be shocked if he lasts an hour before embarrassing himself and his family." In the adjacent box, Tristan's surly cousins Brady and Blaine claimed their seats and immediately began passing a discreet silver flask back and forth. "I still can't believe the old man is letting that twerp wager the family company's money," Brady grumbled, face already reddening from the liquor. "It's

"Internet friends, we have an update on the trending mother-daughter duo who tried to seduce a corporate magnate! Follow quickly, I am livestreaming! Watch as the powerful tycoon tears these gold-diggers apart!" Monica gazed at Samuel affectionately, her face full of delight. When she looked back at me, the arrogance and smugness on her face were completely undisguised, while Milo beside her stood with his nose in the air.

Now it's Bryce who's having the last frown. As if knowing she won, she wore a passive expression. "Come stay with me and I will tell father you're seeing someone and using my home as an excuse." He fired back. "How about I call him over now and we could do this interrogation together." She fired in return. Bryce knew he would be the one who gets tired, if they continue. "Mom, you can't just come here, demanding to know about my love life. I will consult you when it's the appropriate time." He said in a soft tone this time.

"Caleb isn't 15 anymore. He's 35 and perfectly capable of deciding who he wants to love and date. What gives you the right to interfere in our lives?" Then, she drawled a long, knowing "oh" and continued, " I get it now, you pervert. Your wife can't move or satisfy your needs, so now you're eyeing my body, aren't you? You wanted to keep Caleb away from me so you could crawl into my bed, right? "I let it slide when you secretly stole my underwear, you absolute monster! If you didn't want your son carrying on the family line, why did you bother having him in the first place? You might as well keep your pants zipped!"

Adrian lifted his chin and said, "No, the one she's not in love with is the real homewrecker." Just then, the ground suddenly started to shake. "Earthquake!" someone shouted. Rowena, who had been standing in line to get my medication, immediately ran toward us, grabbed Adrian by the arm, and bolted for the exit. "Rowena, the baby!" Adrian reminded her in a panic. She immediately spun around, ran back upstairs to get Theo, then took both Adrian and Theo with her as she fled. My eyes stayed fixed on her the entire time, but she never once turned back to look at me.

Thomas nodded and disappeared down a hallway. Margaret was in the middle of describing a painting in the foyer when we heard it. The sound came from upstairs. Faint at first, then unmistakable. A woman's moan. High and breathy. A man's grunt. Low and rhythmic. The sounds of bodies moving together. Of passion. Of sex. Margaret froze mid-sentence. Zoe's face went pale. Thomas emerged from the hallway, confusion written across his features. "Mother, Father isn't in his study. His coat is here, so he must be home, but—"