Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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 El’s question rattling in her frazzled mind, Sheila could do nothing but plunge deeper into those divine hazel pools. They were the only things that existed as her heartbeat thundered. How had she been so naughty? So sinful? Not only Donal, but Edward, too. At last, she gulped and shook her head to clear it.
Or tried to clear it. With the world still fuzzy, she gripped El’s bare shoulders and peeled her from the counter. After snatching the wrap dress from the floor and placing it over her own shoulder, she grinned at the brunette.
“Flip the sign, Kitten.” She coughed. “It’s break time.”
“Uh, yes, mistress,” she mumbled, but then glanced at the glass door.
The entrance was flanked by the broad display windows. On the street beyond, sunlight glinted off passing cars. Sheila held her breath. Would the little minx obey? When El moved past her, she exhaled.
Despite flashing her a nervous grin, she continued. The cute bell on the pink collar jingled with each click of her heels on the hard floor. After flipping the sign and throwing the bolt, she straightened. Sheila’s pulse thundered. Shoulders back and perky tits proud, El spun and marched towards her.
After flashing her a smile, Sheila headed for the rear of the store. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the dress to a chair. Her smile widened as the sharp clicks and rhythmic tinkling bell followed.
“Joint,” she said over her shoulder, while shoving open the back door.
“Yes, mistress.”
As soon as bright warmth struck her, she raised her face to the sun and sighed. It was time.
When El jingled her way out into the sunshine and eased the lit blunt into her waiting fingers, Sheila took a long toke. As she spoke, sending wispy spirals skyward, she stared at the scraggly trees and swooping birds. She held nothing back. Everything from Donal’s father in the bar parking lot to the camping trip.
“And so that’s...” After falling silent, she turned to the slender woman for the first time. Her pulse was racing a mile a minute. “Well, how I came to be here with you.”
“To take care of me, mistress?” She leaned over when Sheila placed the joint before her thin, parting lips.
“Yes. I’m sorry if it’s not a good—”
“No, it’s simply amazing. Miraculous even.” Smoke left her mouth and nostrils as she spoke, and those hazel pools remained locked on Sheila. “Without all that, you’d never have had the courage, mistress, to do, um, what you did.”
“No, suppose not.” She shrugged while taking a quick puff. “Before Donal, I’d never ... Well, maybe once or twice I’d been tempted, but nothing came of it. With you, it’s not ... Like I said, don’t want you to think this is pity or—”
“No, mistress. I can see that. Fuck, after what you just did, I can feel it.” She giggled before letting Sheila ease the blunt into her lips. After a quiet toke, she let the wisps slither from her mouth. “Really far inside me. Plus, I realize from the way you look at me. Like right now. Acceptance and ... Um, don’t wanna freak you out, mistress, but—”
“Yeah, I think so too. No idea why. Things have moved so fast between us. Yes, I have some, um, very deep feelings for you, Kitten.”
“You can say ‘love,’ mistress.” At her soft voice, Sheila trembled. The world trembled. Of course, she was correct. El skimmed a hand over Sheila’s arm. “Been a while, but I’m pretty damned sure that’s what ... I’ve never trusted or cared for somebody so much in my life. Even with Bernie, we were, um, slow on the romance.” She giggled. “But, uh, fast as fuck on the sex side. With you, it’s both. Almost overwhelming, if I’m honest, mistress.”
“Didn’t want to waste any time, Kitten. With you being ... sick. So, yeah, screw it, you’re right. I’ve loved you since we first met.” After a swift inhale on the joint that had its tip glowing bright orange, she released a curt breath that sent smoke swirling towards the concrete. “Not sure how I’m gonna explain any of this to Stanley.”
“Well, if he’s anything like Bernie, you’ll be fine, mistress.” She gulped, then bent to take a quick puff. “I kinda got close to a, um, partner’s wife. It was all above board. Her husband was fine with it. So was Bernie. Guys, right?” She shrugged. “If it’d been me with another man, that would’ve been problematic.”
“Yeah, Stanley sorta said the same thing.” After a slow inhale that had the joint glowing once more, she sent smoke skyward. “But I owe him the truth.”
“Ever gonna tell him, um, about your son’s real father, mistress?”
“Dunno.” Sheila smiled and took a quicker puff before holding the remnant to El’s lips. “But what I do know is while you sprayed pussy juice all over the counter and my fingers, I’m still horny as hell. Besides, thinking about spending more time with you is not helping.”
“Wish me to, uh, pleasure you, mistress?” she muttered, releasing curly wisps.
“No, Kitten.” She laughed before flicking the butt out onto the road. After slapping her hands on El’s shoulders, she shoved downward. “I want you to eat my fucking pussy, you filthy little slut.”
“Oh, fuck! Yes, mistress,” El murmured while falling to her knees with a grin.
At home, later that afternoon, Sheila was reclining in the hot tub as the sun dropped below the horizon. Deepening shadows stretched across the backyard. Although most of her hair was gathered in a messy bun, a few honey-blonde wisps swirled in a light breeze. With a sigh, she glanced at her phone. Busy at the office, Stanley would be late. The boys were at an after-school function.
Basking in the silence other than a gentle rustling of the treetops and the call of a few early night birds, she tried to slow her racing heartbeat. After El had driven her into the loudest screaming fit in a long-damned time, her body still trembled.
Those shakes wouldn’t calm despite puff after wispy puff of quality marijuana smoke drifting skywards. She hadn’t smoked at home in years. Since a mommy meeting that had gotten a bit wild. Tits were compared. Then bushes. Or in a few cases, the lack thereof.
“Stamina, my ass. Little minx knows her way around a pussy,” she murmured.
With a chuckle, she scanned a half-full glass of red wine on the rim beside her. Next to it was a mostly empty bottle. She’d opened it right after staggering home and stripping. As she sighed once again, the achy tips of her tits rose, dribbling foamy water.