Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 14
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14 - 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 dim orange light flooding her eyelids, Sheila woke to hushed voices and soft squelching footsteps in the mud. Car doors clunked. No more raindrops spattered the tent. With a groan, she rolled onto her stomach. Although the robe was crumpled in the foot of her bag, somebody had zipped it up. Plus—she giggled—flipped over her soggy pillow.
After changing and turning off the heater, she eased open the flap. Though it should’ve been lighter, threatening clouds reduced the sunlight to a murky smear. Down by the gray lakeshore, the boys were busy rinsing gear of mud.
“Mornin’, gorgeous.” At Stanley’s cheery call from behind her, she spun to watch him load a box into the car. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah.” She stretched her arms skyward and instantly regretted it as her insides spasmed. “Ooh, but, um, I’m a bit, uh, tight.”
For a split second, his eyebrows knitted, but they rose as he nodded towards the brothers. After lowering her arms, she followed his gaze.
“They’ve been really helpful. We’ve got a brief window before that storm wheels around for a second blow.” He cleared his throat. “They were, um, up early. After emptying our tent, they’ve been washing stuff.”
“They’re wonderful boys.” With a smile, she returned to him. “And you’ve been amazing as well, mountain man.”
At his gulp and quick turn from her, she started, but stepped towards him. Once beside him, she leaned to help him shift a box in the trunk. When she rubbed along his slender frame, her smile widened.
“You know, big boy”—she glanced at the dark lake—”I missed my morning ride.”
“Uh, did you?” He glanced at the boys.
“Um-hmm. Reckon you don’t have time to drag me out into the woods”—She nipped at his earlobe—”where you could fuck my mountain pussy flat into the mud.”
“Oh,” is all that left his shaking lips before a moan when her fingernails raked along his stiffening crotch.
“Oh, indeed. Hmm, what kind of”—she leaned into his ear to whisper—”mountain whore would I be if I let my handsome driver leave in such a painful condition?”
“M-Mountain, uh, whore?” he murmured as her fingers rubbed harder. “Umm, but the boys.”
Without a word, she gripped his arm and led him behind the car. After leaning him back against the glistening metal, she smiled at him. Then bounced onto her toes to mash her lips to his. Oh, shit. She yanked her mouth away and nipped at his chin. She’d forgotten to rinse.
But from his rapid breathing as she tugged at his zipper, he hadn’t noticed Edward’s lingering salty taste. When his stiff rod flipped out into her waiting palm, a giggle slipped from her.
“There it is. Silky-smooth, baby. Just like your mountain—”
“—whore?”
“Um-hmm, yes, baby. Your”—she slipped to her knees, splurching into the sodden ground—”hungry, and oh so horny mountain whore loves smooth cocks.”
When she surged forward, engulfing his entire shaft in one swift motion, he groaned. As her face mashed into his open zipper to rub in ticklish curly pubes, his hands slapped to the sides of her head.
“Oh, fuck, Sheila. God, you’re so hot when you talk like that. And do that.” His fingers tightened as she bobbed, twisting and licking along his rod. “Oh, fuck. That tongue. Mmm, wow.”
As she pulled from him until only the thrumming mushroom remained in her lips, she swallowed a giggle. Face skyward, he had his eyelids squeezed shut. Years of almost nothing and she’d all of a sudden become a cocksucking machine. Again. After slurping free of the pulsing knob, she brushed it with her tongue.
“Mmm, yummy mountain cock.” When she gave the slippery bulb another swift lick, he shuddered. “Like it when I talk dirty, huh?”
“Y-Yes,” he whispered as his fingers slid down to grasp her shoulders.
“Good.” She giggled. “Your horny mountain slut kinda enjoys it as well.”
And with that, she dived, taking him all the way into her throat once more. Almost immediately, his body bucked against the car. She drove her hand into his shorts to cup and fondle his spinning balls. When his pole swelled, she flew upward until only the engorging head remained in her lips. Her other fist raced along the spit-slick flesh.
“Oh. Ah, oh,” he stammered, but then she sucked hard. “Oh. My. God.”
The first jet of salty warmth flooded her mouth. As each succeeding pulse arrived, her cheeks puffed wider. At last, she drew her tight fingers upwards, forcing the final globule onto her tongue. With a groan, he lowered his head and opened his eyes.
“Wow, you’re so good ... Good at that. Um”—he chortled—”mountain whore.”
The laughter died when she let his cockhead ooze from her and tilted her face skyward. After parting her lips, she gargled his thick, salty ooze. At her tongue’s slow swirl, his eyes managed to widen even further.
“Jesus, Sheila. What’s gotten”—he flung his gaze behind him to the brothers at the lake before whipping back to her with a gulp—”into you.”
As she eased to her feet, she kept her mouth wide. Only when she glanced towards the lakeshore did she close her lips and swallow. After a second slow gulp, she returned to her husband and giggled wetly.
“Your cock.”
“Huh?”
“What’s gotten into me? Your big, bad, silky-smooth mountain cock. My belly’s all nice and full”—she leaned into his ear to whisper—”of tasty mountain man jizz.”
Rather than wait for a reply, she pranced away, brushing damp grass and muck from her knees. Behind her, it was a while before boxes started moving.
Pulse hammering, she gathered her gear and rolled the sleeping bags. Warmth wrapped around her heart. Not just a good mommy, she was a good wife. A quick glance at Stanley’s wide-eyed, flushed face had her chuckling under her breath. “And a sexy one,” she whispered before removing the last items from the smaller tent. At a deep shadow over her, she jolted.
“Morning, mommy,” Donal said while taking the gear from her shaking hands.
“Hi, mom.” Beside him, his brother smiled.
“Boys. Dad says we’ve gotta...” She sighed as a light drizzle began. “Hmm, before the storm returns.”
“Yep, got it.”
“Thank you both.” She looked at her husband across the campsite, tearing down the folding chairs. “For everything.”
“I’m not done with you, mommy,” Donal whispered as his hand wandered the rear of her shorts.
“Oh, fuck. Mmm, I hope not, sweetie,” she murmured as those flames roared to life once more. She glanced at her chest beneath a thick cotton top and flashed him a smile. “Sorry about the sweatshirt, but it was too cold for—”
“No bra?” he asked as those mystical lasers flicked over her.
“No. Of course not. Not with you, baby.” She peeked at Stanley before widening her grin. “I still want to be a good mommy.”
When his laughter echoed across the swampy campsite, heat wrapped even tighter to her racing heart. After a gentle squeeze of her butt that left her whimpering, he joined his brother, tearing down the tents. Once her husband appeared, all four of them packed the rest of the tentage and gear into the trunk.
On a gathering wind, the raindrops became heavier as they did a last check before dashing to the car. When Edward sat in the front passenger seat, Stanley clasped the steering wheel and looked over at him.
“Mom’s got room to stretch out back there, dad,” her youngest said. “Didn’t look like she caught much sleep on the drive up here.
“Yeah, dad,” Donal added. Atop creaking shocks, the car sank as he dropped into the rear behind Stanley. He patted a pillow atop a folded blanket beside him. “Mom can get nice and cozy.”
“Well, uh, okay.” Her husband looked up at her. “Don’t mind, do you, hon?”
Her pulse a steady drumbeat in her skull, she flicked from one boy’s smiling face to the other. Oh, they’d been chatting during the night. Or at the lakeshore. Another plan. The tug of Donal’s silver-blue pools on her soul drew her in. As harder rain fell around her, she shook her head before sliding into the open rear seat.
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