Stories Of Mother Son Sex 소설 & 이야기

I’M A SLUTTY MOM 1. **ELENA’S POV** I never thought I'd end up like this, sandwiched between two men, my body trembling with need, my mind spinning from the filthy things they were whispering in my ears. But then again, I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who'd let her son’s friends fuck her either. Yet here I was, dripping wet, my pussy aching for them, my ass already stretched and ready.

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

she moaned, her eyes closed and still totally unaware that it was her son fucking her. In no time at all John felt his balls churn as the excitement of fucking his mother brought him to the point of orgasm. Slamming himself into her one last time, he felt his orgasm explode, cum pumping into his mother's pussy as she clamped down on him, milking his cock as he dumped his load of sperm to mingle with Tom Henderson's, Kelly and Becky watching. "Jesus, Tom, that was intense," Karin sighed, half rolling her upper body over to look back, her eyes popping wide open along with her mouth when she saw her son standing there, his cock glistening with their combined juices.

The lady she had been looking at, stood a far distance from them, she seem to pause, she got a call, and walked back outside to take the call. "Hello bitch, I see your prayer got answered and my son is out of Danger, but I just came to tell you to never in your boring life, call my son your husband again. You Lost the right to call him your husband. Yes you Lost it, the very moment you opened your legs to sleep with another man, and then get pregnant". Mrs Brown was really harsh with her statement. Amanda was close to tears.

The happy scenes stuttered, skipping unnaturally, and the sound distorted into a low, static noise. My smile faded, something was wrong. I leaned forward, squinting at the screen, trying to convince myself it was just a technical glitch. Then a new video started. It was unfamiliar, not a home video. The angle was lower, the lighting dim, and I immediately recognised the tiled floors of my bedroom. But the scene... the scene wasn't comforting. There she was— my mother. Scrambling on the floor, with her chest exposed...naked. A masked man loomed over her. Am I about to watch my mother's intimate video?

Not the grief version, not the managed memorial version — the actual man, the specific stories, the ones that made Jennifer laugh and made Dominic go still with the quality of a man receiving something he was going to keep. Jennifer told a story about me at seventeen that I would not repeat here. I told a story about my mother at my first university visit that she claimed was exaggerated. It was not exaggerated. Dominic said little and listened with the full attention and occasionally said something specific and accurate that made my mother look at him with the look of a woman who had spent four years knowing someone and was still, occasionally, finding new things in them. At eleven-thirty m

CHAPTER 1: GRINDING AGAINST DADDY JOANNA POV I knew this was the absolute worst thing I could do—betraying my own mother—but the throbbing ache between my thighs drowned out every rational voice screaming for me to stop. I couldn't help it; I pressed back harder, grinding my ass slowly, deliberately, against the rigid heat of my stepdad's cock like some desperate slut. I lay on my side, facing away from Mom, with Knox right behind me. The three of us were squeezed into one big family tent on this stupid camping trip Mom had planned for “quality time.”

His eyes were a piercing, icy blue—eyes that didn't look at her, but through her. "My father was a fool," Julian said, taking a slow step toward her. "He thought he could buy a piece of heaven to keep in his bed. But look at you. You’re just a girl with a pretty face and a black heart." He stopped just inches from her. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of the house. He reached out, and for a terrifying second, Mary thought he was going to strike her. Instead, he took a strand of her hair between his fingers, his touch surprisingly gentle and horrifyingly intimate.

Some of them even recognized her. I remembered the first day I started kindergarten. Back then, my parents had pretended to be loving parents just for show. “So that woman is the other woman. I knew it. She looks so flashy and even pretends to be weak.” “Exactly. Poor Jane’s mom. Not only did her husband get taken, but her daughter, too. So sad.” “That woman just looked at my husband. She’s not trying to steal him, too, right?” The gossip reached Quiana’s ears. Her face turned bright red. It was parent-child day, and my dad had not brought any bodyguards. He could only watch my mom throw a fit.

"Mom told me not to tell you she still had money! She said you two are asking for more! Now look at this. She's pretending to be poor, and you two are already tearing each other apart." Those words stunned both Ryan and Victor. They immediately turned on each other again. "You told Mom to hide her money from us, didn't you?" The neighbors shook their heads, whispering among themselves. One of them clicked their tongue and remarked, "What's with these three? Their mom is hospitalized, and they're here arguing." "It's obviously about money. Susan must have some savings. Otherwise, they wouldn't be arguing out in the streets, would they?" "I bet that's the case. Kids don't turn out like this fo