Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - 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
Right after Donal ducked back inside, thunder rumbled in the distance. Behind his towering bulk, she caught Stanley clanging the grill shut. With a grin, her son handed over the bag with her toiletries. Then, with a low chuckle, he spread her husband’s sleep sack along the fabric wall, beyond his own. When he placed hers between his and Edward’s, flames licked higher within her core.
“Hmm, plans, sweetie?” she murmured.
Before he could reply, the flap whipped open, and Stanley surged into the tent. On his heels, a powerful gust of wind sent enormous droplets sideways across the darkening campsite. Although the sun still shone somewhere overhead, heavy clouds blocked any remaining daylight. With a grunt, he raced the flap’s zipper closed, blocking the next spray of icy rain.
“Whew, just in time,” he said while shaking from the slicker. After scanning the interior, he met Donal’s grin.
“Mom’ll be warmer in the middle. So, I figured Edward and me...” He rolled his lips while glancing at his brother, then her, before returning to Stanley. “Well, after all that fishing. And working the grill. We didn’t want to keep you awake if we were talking.”
“Okay.” Her husband nodded. “Good thinking.” A yawn broke free of his shaking lips. “Oh, sorry. Been a long day. You kids chat all you please. Daddy’s gonna crash.”
“Hmm me too. A, uh, very hard day.” She giggled while brushing her still damp hair into some semblance of a ponytail.
After gathering it in a tight band, she unzipped her sleeping bag and placed the pillow. With a lengthy sigh from behind her son’s massive form, Stanley stripped to his shorts and eased into his bedroll. Once her husband had settled with a softer exhale, she lifted her sack’s downy flap.
While holding Donal’s gaze, she undid the robe. At his eyes widening, heat sluiced up her cheeks; she still wore nothing. Smile on her heated face, she twisted into the chilly polyester fill. With Stanley somewhere beyond the cause of the flames scorching her soul, she held the flap open, letting Donal scan her naked frame.
“Good mommy?” she mouthed.
At his slow nod and widening grin, she smiled. Her pulse soared. Behind her, the zipper of Edwards’ bag opened. His sigh as he slid inside was buried by an abrupt, quicker, loud spattering of drops across the tent. When Donal lowered himself into his nylon sack, it was her turn to watch wide-eyed as he stripped off his T-shirt, then shorts. Stiff and glimmering in the dim light from the heater beyond their feet, the throbbing beast between his muscled thighs beckoned.
For a long while, they were unmoving. Well, with every thump of that massive rod, the whole tent shuddered, but neither she nor Donal shifted. Even when she let the cover drape over her, his shimmering eyes continued plumbing her soul. Soon, steady snoring came from beyond him.
The heater was good, but not that good. No, it was his gaze, sending trickles of sweat slithering down her face. At a shuffling and quiet huffing from behind her, she sighed. Edward was also still awake.
“Mom,” her youngest whispered.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“It’s hurting again.” His voice was followed by a soft gulp.
After flashing a smile at Donal, she rolled to find his brother. Face drawn, he lifted the top of his blue sleeping bag. He’d stripped as well, and his swollen rod shimmered. With a grin, she curled downward as he shifted closer. With the fluffy nylon gathering beneath her, she pressed her lips over his sleek hardness once again.
“Mmm, God,” he mumbled. “That’s so good, mom.”
“Shh, don’t wake dad,” Donal whispered from behind her.
“Oh, yeah. S-Sorry,” Edward said in a quieter voice. “But mom’s tongue. Wow.”
“I know, right,” Donal muttered as his body heat approached her spine.
While easing Edward’s shaft through her lips, she stared up at the grinning boy. Shaky, his hands kept roaming her spine. At that angle, she couldn’t throat him, and since he’d already fed her earlier, he would last longer. With a sigh that sent heated air from her flaring nostrils along his shiny shaft, she relaxed to enjoy a languid suckle. When Donal pressed into her rear, her quiet slurping was interrupted by an abrupt, wet, bubbly moan. Once he wrapped tight to her frame, his massive rod smeared slickness up her arching back. As his sharp, stubbly cheek slid alongside hers, she squirmed in his grip.
“Hmm, mommy having fun?” he whispered into her ear.
“Un-hungh,” she murmured while swirling her tongue around Edward’s trapped mushroom. It was simple honesty as a strange calm flooded her core.
“Oh. Oh, wow. Do ... Do that again. Keep her talking.” Edward huffed. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“Eddy thinks you’re a fantastic cocksucker, mommy.” Donal’s forceful press into her sent electricity arcing along the flames roaring inside her body.
“Ungh, hungh.” She bobbed quicker and slid a hand forward to fondle her younger son’s balls.
“Y-Yes. Like that.” Edward clenched his jaw and bucked, shoving his cock deeper. “Oh. Oh. God, I can’t...”
So lost in Donal’s embrace, Sheila jolted at the abrupt pulsations and the sudden flooding of her mouth. As she gulped the salty warm thickness in time with each pulsing jet, his low laughter filled her ears.
“Oh, she really likes your cum, Eddy.” Large hands slipped under her to wander her stomach and chest. “That’s twice already. Fuck, I’m so hard.”