Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
The next morning, as Sheila worked at the rear of the shop, every jingle of the little bell sent flashes of heat through her. Not the one on the front door. No, the one on the glossy pink collar tight to her cute pet’s neck. Plus, whenever El glanced her way, her heart sped. She wore the same wide grin that was hurting Sheila’s cheeks. Yes, the petite woman was floating on air.
All night, the little minx had been insatiable, driving her over cliff after cliff. By the time she’d awakened with every muscle aching, El was gone from the bed. However, she’d laid out her panties, still warm from the dryer, and her dress.
After following the sound of distant pop music and jingling, she had found the kitchen. In only her collar, the little nymph had been prancing around, grinning as she set out a gourmet breakfast and the finest coffee. Despite eating in silence, every glance had both quivering.
Once finished, she hooked her finger into the pink leather and led El back upstairs to her closet. With a grin, Sheila selected a gauzy wrap dress like the one she’d worn to the movies. The one Dolan had eased aside as if it weren’t even there. Its crochet top was just as see-through, but the hem was shorter. The brunette’s face turned the most delightful shade of red when she snatched a pair of panties from her hands.
“Won’t be needing these anymore with me, Kitten.”
After a smile and nod, El had retrieved them to place them back into a drawer. As she followed the woman’s car to the store, the drive was maddening. In the call to Stanley, fending off his questions, her mind was on the enticing silhouette in the car ahead of her. He’d noticed.
“That good, huh?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Gonna share details?”
“Nope.” She’d gulped. “But, uh, perhaps later.”
He’d been chuckling as they ended the call, which had her grinning. He hadn’t mentioned that she owed him. However, any man that let her have El as a girlfriend ... Well, her husband deserved the most excellent care.
As they’d weaved through town, images of Donal and Edward appeared. His eyes. Those muscles. Their hands. Dolan’s laughter. The smirk, no longer on Edward’s face.
“Hmm, good mommy...” she muttered, then gulped. “God, my poor boys. They need me.”
However, once El parked and stepped from her car, everything but her still-hungry look, and the trembling in those gentle curves, spun away into a haze. While following her into the store, Sheila’s entire body began vibrating.
Not long after, her mind was spiraling into madness at every whiff of El’s subtle perfume. Or that cute dinner bell around her neck. Or the soft clicking of her heels on the hard floor.
Oh, and her ever more anxious glances made it clear; El was waiting. So what would Sheila do? When? How? Over and over, she reviewed their time together. What the slender woman had confessed. Plus, what she hadn’t said. At last, her smile widened.
“Good mommy,” she whispered while moving to the front of the store.
Simplicity. She’d provide El exactly what she craved. Make her—she giggled—girlfriend mad with desire again. Just then, an icy spike blasted along her spine and her breathing hitched. As she gasped for air, her chin quivered.
“Oh, no,” she murmured. “For as long as she lives. Please, God...”
At the tiny jingling from ahead, she fell silent and kept walking closer. When El popped up behind the front counter with a nervous smile and a fresh roll of register paper in one hand, she forced a grin.
It widened, and her fear eased when the sun struck those hazel pools. Not silver-blue lasers. No matter, glimmering, they also devoured sizeable chunks of her soul.
After shooting an anxious glance around the empty store, El looked at Sheila just as she halted before her. Along with the perfume and her flowery soap, the sweet aroma of El’s leaky need flooded Sheila’s flaring nostrils.
“Uh, yes, mistress?” She smacked glossy red lips.
With a gulp, Sheila leaned closer. The slim brunette gnawed at her lips, smearing crimson onto her teeth. She was wearing lipstick. Plus eyeshadow and a little rouge. El’s eyes widened when Sheila eased a fingernail along the waxy film on her lower lip.
“I, um ... I wanted to look, uh, pretty.” El gulped. “Uh, for you, mistress.”
“Well, you’ve gone and done it, Kitten.” She unleashed a lengthy exhale.
“What, mistress? I’m sor—”
“You were gorgeous yesterday. Now, hmm, you’re simply irresistible.” As Sheila chuckled, she moved to unfasten the woman’s dress. When it parted, hanging open from her slender shoulders, El gasped and glanced at the shop’s entrance.
“Oh, mistress. I, um—”
“You are my irresistible little toy,” she whispered while raking a fingernail down the center of El’s trembling body. “And I’m gonna play a game with you.”
“Y-Yes, mistress.”
“Don’t have the stamina, hmm?” As she eased the fingertip around El’s hot clit, the woman huffed and nodded. “Well, let’s use some imagination, shall we, my pet?”
“Y-Yes, mis—”
The squeaky voice ended in a moan when she drew the fingernail along the tiny dripping seam. With the other hand on the slender woman’s shaking butt, Sheila giggled.
“Oh, you’re so wet already. That cute little pussy is leaking all over my finger.”
“Sor—”
“Shh. Let’s say there’s a construction site just across the street, hmm?” While whispering, Sheila gave El’s rear a gentle squeeze and reversed her nail, gliding upward. “And, mmm, five, very tall, muscled, and oh so sweaty slabs of pure testosterone-oozing man walk into the store right now.”
“Oh, God, mistress. P-Please.” When she swayed forward, Sheila eased her fingertip away.
“Can you see them, horny little pet?”
“Um-hmm. Uh, yes, mistress.” Eyes white-rimmed, she nodded.
“Oh, and look. They’ve spotted you.” She probed El’s ear with her tongue while gliding her digit deeper. As El jerked, she puffed quicker. “Dress open and with your finger roaming this pretty little pussy. ‘Mmm, aren’t you sexy?’ the lead guy proclaims. His voice is so gruff, your titties shake. Dark as ink, narrowed eyes bore deep into you as his ruggedly handsome face breaks into a wide smile. ‘Like what you see, huh?’ he adds before gesturing to the rest to follow him closer to you.”
“Mmm, mistress. Oh—” El groaned and bucked again as Sheila’s nail found her tight opening.
“He grabs you by the arm, drags you to the middle of the shop. Among the stale sweat and dirt, you can smell their pure lust, can’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, I can, mist—” Her head flew backward, unleashing a moan, when the finger sank further. Slippery heat parted, then clenched her digit.
“Zippers go down. Smiles widen as rough, filthy mitts clasp your shoulders.” With her other hand, Sheila slipped the swaying material free of El. “Your dress drops away. Their eyes widen as they scan your sexy frame. ‘Oh, this little whore’s built for fucking,’ the boss man’s voice again rumbles. ‘And sucking, I bet,’ another towering stud, with coal-black skin, adds before laughing. Those massive hands press you downward. What do you do, Kitten?”
“Um, God help me, mistress. I let them...” She spun her head to stare into Sheila’s eyes as the finger inside her began a slow swirl. “Oh, ah, mmm. Yes. Oh, I fall to my knees.”
“Mmm, yeah, I bet a filthy little pet like you does just that.” She nipped at moaning El’s shaky lower lip. “You reach into their dirt-spattered, grimy jeans, don’t you, whore?”
“Yes! Yes, I do, mistress.” El bucked forward when Sheila shifted to run her nails along the woman’s trembling spine.