Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
With Sheila hugging Donal’s corded, steely arm, they walked in silence for a while. When they broke out into thinner trees, he slowed. Even as he lowered the pack, her heartbeat thundered. For a brief second, she took a silent inventory. As that sliver from so long ago wrapped her heart with its wispy tendrils, no more queries arrived. Nothing remained to restrain her. Not out in the remote wilderness alone with her son. The child of his father.
Before he could do more than turn to her, she’d begun undoing the shorts. As his grin widened, she let them fall to her ankles. When once more he held out the sunscreen, she shook her head.
“You sure, mommy?”
When her response was to grip her panties at the hips and roll them downward as well, air hissed from his lips. At the sudden surge in his already straining shorts, she jolted. It wasn’t nerves.
“Does it hurt, sweetie?” she asked while stepping from her crumpled clothing.
As her fingernails skimmed the taut cotton, he nodded. When she gave him a gentle squeeze, he sighed.
“You first, mommy,” he murmured while unscrewing the cap.
With the narrow trail blurring, she shot her gaze around. After selecting a nearby tree, she marched towards it. Once her palms slapped onto its rough bark, she eased her boots wider in the dirt. With a quick whip of her head, she flung the ponytail over the front of her shoulder.
“Oh, God, mommy,” he muttered while walking closer, rubbing his palms. “I want you so bad.”
“I know, sweetie.”
Before any more words could form, his hands landed on her pale, bare buttocks. A moan tore free of her soul to echo across the empty woods. Again and again, his sweeping, widespread digits drew ever louder cries. Arms shaking and nails clawing at the tree trunk, her frame twisted as he massaged the cream down each vibrating leg.
When he reached around to smear the sunscreen across the front of her pelvis, she shoved into his fingers with a stuttering cry. His rapid, heated breaths pummeled her rear as he leaned closer.
“M-Make ... Mmm, make mommy...” As she gulped, her nails gouged deeper into the bark. “P-Please.”
His fingertips raced through her fine hairs. One forceful nudge. The universe smeared as she flung her skull backward to scream at the spinning sky. Over and over, he rubbed her throbbing clit as she clamped the tree so hard its branches shook. High-pitched, her screams were ceaseless, seemingly forever, as pleasure overwhelmed all her senses.
Until at last, all she could do was huff. As those magical fingers slipped away, her head dipped forward. Words entered her ears. However, the roar of her pulse muffled them. Hands gripped her shoulders. Huge ones. A soft tug. Then a harder one that peeled her shaking nails from deep in the trunk.
When she was spun, she caught the concern on Donal’s face. His lips were moving. He had such pretty lips. Full, like his dad. She moaned as he wrapped her shuddering body in his arms. Only then did the warmth sliding down her inner thighs and the sweet smell of her leaking need strike her. She grinned at his blurry visage. Those beautiful blue eyes swallowed her trembling soul.
“ ... okay, mommy? I’m sorry.”
“Oh, mmm, sweetie,” she murmured before pressing her quivering pelvis into his still hard shorts. “That was just what mommy needed. Damn.”
Mommy? She gasped while pressing against his hardness once more. He was in pain. She wanted to be his good...
When she started to slip downward in his grip, Donal glanced around and tugged her upwards. After stepping away, he scooped her clothes into the pack and lifted it to his shoulders. With a grin, he moved closer. His eyes were full of both desire and promise.
Okay, he had a plan. After a slow nod, she slid under his massive arm. With her tight to his muscled torso, Donal marched onward once again. Neither spoke as the woods continued to thin. At the sound of rushing water, she glanced up at him.
“You’ll enjoy this place, mom.” As he squeezed her tighter, he beamed down at her. “It’s really pretty. Like you.”
“Mommy.” She pressed her lips to the T-shirt on his chest.
“Huh?”
“Not mom. Not when we’re like this, together.” She grinned. “I’m mommy. Or good mommy.” A giggle slipped from her as she ran a shaky hand over his bulging shorts. “If I earn that.”
“Okay, uh, mommy,” left him just as he stepped from the forest into a narrow but long clearing.
As she scanned the area, air fled her quivering lips. While trees framed the edge they’d entered from and stretched to the right, before them was a steep cliff. Down its rocky face tumbled a cascade of foamy water. It pounded into a broad pool. Lined by flat rocks, the pond fed a stream burbling along the left side of the grassy space.
“Like it?” His voice came from behind her as she swirled from his arm to spin in the sunlight.
Smile to the sun’s fierce heat, she nodded before once more finding the blurring giant. Paradise, in more ways than one. Her pulse was thundering almost as loud as the waterfall. Its tickling mist struggled to cool her.
Pack at his feet, he was removing his shirt. Everything but his swarthy skin gleaming in the sunshine faded into a blur. As she halted her spin to watch him, his grin widened.
When he dropped his shorts and that enormous mast bounced free, the entire world wobbled with it. Air hissed from her as the highest flames yet seared her body. In her melting mind, one last internal check. Nothing remained except a primal drive.
“Good mommy,” she murmured while staring at the massive dome. Its darkened skin was so tight it glimmered.
A glittery trail oozed from its fat slit. The silvery thread swung like a metronome as he gathered his clothes and shoved them into the pack. When he gestured behind her, his lips moved again. Heartbeat pounding in her skull and fixated on the approaching tower, she couldn’t hear.
At the sudden grip on her shoulder, she moaned. Her gaze flashed to his eyes.
“G-Good mommy,” she mumbled as her hand slid onto his pulsating stiffness.
“I know. Come on.” With a wide smile, he turned her towards the pond and tugged on her. “I want this to be special, mom, uh, mommy.”
With her fist tight to his hardness and his massive fingers on her shoulder, they moved under a tilted tree, leaning over the frothy pool. When he dropped the pack and eased his rod from her grip, tears flooded her eyes. With the heat so deep within her flaring, she was being driven insane. He couldn’t leave her. He simply couldn’t. As she stared at him, trickles slithered down her cheeks.
“It’s okay, mommy. Just taking off my boots.” He nodded at her. “You should, too.”
After a swift nod, she tore at the laces and tugged the boots from her feet. The whole time she kept her gaze locked on him, through her dangling golden tresses. When he smiled, her heart warmed. The tears stopped. At those twinkling silver-blue eyes, everything below her bellybutton fluttered.
Just as he was about to approach the pool, he paused. With a soft laugh, he tugged her by the wrist until her fingers could tighten on his thumping mast once more.
“Better?” he said.
“Yes, sweetie.”
Hand fast to his cock, she let him take her towards the water’s edge. The spray from the plummeting froth sent glistening droplets over his muscled frame. Although thicker, the chilly mist still failed to quell the fires raging within her as her feet eased into the shallows.
“Oh, wow,” shot from her as her fingers tightened on his pole.
“Yeah, it’s a bit cold.” He laughed while sweeping forward, dragging her by the hand still tight to him. “But I’m pretty sure we’ll warm up soon enough.”
As icy water swirled higher up her shaking legs, she glanced around before returning to his muscled frame.
“Gonna fuck me?” she said in a low, shaky voice.
“Yes,” he replied without turning.
Duh, of course he was. Body trembling, she gulped. They’d been building to this for days. Weeks, even. As he tore from her clasping hand to dive into the pond, a profound sense of abandonment swept through her.
She craved him.
The utter simplicity of that admission had the entire world spiraling around her.
When she stared at the still clenching fingers, her heart rate plummeted. Empty. God, how she needed him. It had been far too long. Since that car. And his father.
After he surfaced, those lasers twinkled at her. “Come on, mommy. I’ve got something you need.”
With a groan, she plunged into the cool water. Instead of chilling her, the flames grew ever higher as she aimed for that blurry behemoth. His widening grin. Those gorgeous, soul-devouring eyes.
Yes, she needed him. Why? Why not? He wasn’t a stranger. He cared for her. Plus—she gulped while slowing her approach—he’d never abandon her like his father.
Perhaps they would have had an affair. Maybe Stanley would have divorced her. Or not. She loved her husband throughout everything. So much she refused to mention it for fear of losing him. As she slipped into her son’s waiting arms, a heavy sigh left her.
Even as he hugged her tighter, she lifted to slide her legs around his waist. However, when her shaky fingers found his thundering piston, he tightened his grip, keeping her from lowering.
“Mommy?” His brow was tight, and those eyes widened as she squirmed in his steely hands.
“Yes, sweetie?” She gulped. The thumping heat in her fists was sending shockwaves through her scorched core.
“Do you want me?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered while plummeting into those soft silver-blue lasers.