Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Newly-married, drunk and high, Sheila made a mistake. It’s not long before she realizes the resulting son resembles his shadowy, powerful father. While struggling for a normal life, she’s pushed to make decisions. Ones that proclaim her a good mommy, but, when she also falls for a pretty widow with little time, threaten her role as a good wife.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Oral Sex
Once Stanley stood and put his shorts back on, Sheila got to her feet and leaned against his arm. After reentering the campsite, she scooped her clothes from the dirt. Instead of dressing, she slipped into the tent while gathering her matted hair into a messy ponytail.
When her husband arrived, he gave her a quick scan. Just as his mouth opened to speak, she placed a finger across it and smiled.
“Shh, mountain man,” she whispered, then eased into his sleeping bag. With her arms held out for him, she smacked her lips. “Mmm, come snuggle with me.”
After a quiet chuckle, he slipped the shorts back down his legs and crawled into her embrace. With his spine to her, she sighed and pressed her mouth to his ear.
“My mountain pussy already misses you,” she murmured as her hand descended his torso to cup his softened shaft.
When he whimpered, she pulled herself tighter to him. That was her last action. A switch flicked. Darkness took her. For the first time in ages, she had no dreams. One moment, she was fondling him, the next, his smooth, heated rod was in her grip. Faint orange sunlight was filtering through the thin tent walls.
“Wanna fuck me, mountain man?” she whispered before nipping at his earlobe.
Rather than wait for a reply, she shifted and eased her husband to his back. As she rose above him, his eyelids fluttered open. The most magnificent grin spread across his reddened face.
“Yes,” he murmured.
“Yes, what, babe?” she asked with a giggle, while stroking the throbbing silken hardness beneath her.
“Yes, I want to fuck you?”
“But not my pretty ass?” Her eyes narrowed as her grip tightened. She knew the answer wouldn’t change, but once more, she became a tease. When he shook his head, another quiet giggle escaped Sheila. “Just figured to ask. You hunky mountain men can be so naughty.”
Before he could reply, she dropped. When his shaft pierced her, he gasped and flung his palms onto her descending hips.
“Mmm, that’s real nice, big boy,” she murmured while running a hand through her hair.
Once settled on his pelvis, she squirmed, pulling a low groan from him. At her slower clenching, his eyes widened. As he gulped, she gripped his wrists to place his spreading fingers on her tits. At their first squeeze, the tent’s interior distorted. Air hissed from her shaking lips as she flung her head backward. Fires again roared to life inside her core. With a full-throated moan, she pressed his digits tighter.
“That’s it, baby.” As she lifted, a quiet slurping noise erupted from his reappearing slick rod. She was squeezing hard enough to stagger his breathing. “Mmm, yes. Play with your mountain bitch.”
At his sudden tensing, she looked down. His brows were knitted, and his fingers had frozen just shy of her achy nipples.
“What is it, baby?” she whispered while sinking on his shaft. Once her spread petals were flat to him once more, she gulped.
“Mountain bitch?” he mumbled, tugging his hands free of her to grip her heaving ribcage. “What’s going on, Sheila? I get it, mountain air. Sure, but—”
“—you said it would be hot.”
As soon as the words left her, she jerked. Some part of her brain was whizzing faster than others. No way she’d tell him the truth. Not yet, anyway. That the massive boy giant only a few yards away was somehow driving her into a slow madness. Or, rather, she was letting him tumble her into insanity.
“What? Hot?” His eyebrows arched as he held her tight. “What would be hot?”
“Me with El?” She ran her hands over his slender but corded arms.
“El? Who’s El?”
“Um, my boss.” She swallowed and flashed him a grin as heat flared along her cheeks.
“What do you mean?”
“She’s kinda cute, and—”
“—and what?” For a second, time wobbled. The universe wavered. Then his eyes widened. “Oh. Oh, I get it.” He gulped. “And you, uh, want to—”
“Only if you don’t mind. It may not be anything.” Her shaky fingertips dragged over his skin. “Maybe I’m misreading her. It was only a quick kiss.”
“You kissed her?” His arms trembled under her hands.
“No. I mean, well, yes. But she started it.” Pulse fluctuating, she struggled for words.
“And that’s gotten you all wound up?”
“Um-hmm,” she murmured the lie while clenching him once more and starting to rise. “I’m such a naughty girl, mountain man. I don’t—”
“Cute?” he asked as his hands loosened and glided upwards.
“Y-Yes,” she stammered, as his fingers went right for her achy stems. At the gentle twisting, she arched into his small palms and moaned. “Yes, baby. She’s cute.”
“So what you gonna do?” He chuckled as he eased his hips up and down.
“Oh, baby.” The slurping grew ever louder as she bounced quicker. Sizzles rippled through her as his hands tormented her stiff nipples. “Mountain man, I’m gonna own her.”
“What?” His voice trembled. “What do you mean?”
“I know the type.” She dropped her head to gaze deep into his white-rimmed eyes. “Her name was Pamela. College. Cute like El. Quiet. She just ... She was a lot of fun.”
“Uh, I never.” His thrusting quickened. “Why’d you never mention that?”
“Water under the bridge. It was a onetime thing. And, mmm, you came into my life.” She smiled at him as her hands drifted to claw at his chest. “Mountain man, you gonna be mad if I—”
“No,” hissed from him as she raced up and down quicker, still clenching. “Jeez, Sheila. If she gets you this turned on ... No. Just promise me...”
“What baby?”
“You’ll still love me, right?”
“What? Of course, Stanley.” She gasped for air as the first wave broke free of her soul, roaring across her frame. “You’re ... Oh, baby. You’re my husband. Oh, yes. That’s it. Here it comes. I’m gonna ... Come inside me. Mmm, make me your—”
“–sexy mountain bitch? Oh, yes. Okay.” Through a hitching chuckle, he bounded upwards ever faster while his hands crushed her bouncing tits.
Just as the scream tore from her, she twisted downward to drop her lips onto his, muffling his groaning. As he spurted into her shuddering frame, she continued racing her hips up and down, pumping his flexing rod. Images appeared. They weren’t of El. Well, most of them weren’t.
After rolling from him to pant beside her husband, she kept shaking for a long while as they both stared at the tent ceiling. At his soft laughter, she skimmed nails along his chest.
“What’s so funny, mountain man?”
“My sexy wife is attracted to another woman. Who’s also cute. It’s every man’s fantasy.” Shaky, his fingertips slipped onto her forearm. “And you were worried about me?”
“Well, you were the one who thought I’d leave you for a woman.” When her fingers descended to clasp his tacky, drooping flesh, she giggled. “Ain’t happening, mountain man.”
With a lengthy sigh, he relaxed while clasping her arm, holding her hand in place on his warm softness. At last, she let her eyelids flutter closed again. That had been close. Too close. Her brain slammed to a halt. What was going on? That was madness. Her son? No, both him and her wistful boss. How had they stirred her up so much? Teasing was one thing, but...
At the sudden image of El’s gorgeous smile coming into focus, she gulped. Okay, she had not been entirely untruthful. There was a certain vibe from the woman. Plus, she was far more than cute. The way her hazel pools softened each time she gazed at Sheila. The alluring hint of slender curves if the sunshine slanted through her thin dresses at just the right angle. After a quiet groan, she yawned.