Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - 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
After a lengthy shower of icy daggers, Sheila was curled tight in bed when Stanley arrived. Though his footsteps approached, she kept her eyes closed, and he passed her for the bathroom. As the shower ran, the universe continued to slow, smearing spirals across her mind.
In a continuous loop, images of sexy El, powerful Donal, and smiling Edward flowed in and out of the soupy haze. With a whimper, she hugged herself tighter while one more aftershock meandered. With the weed and most of a bottle of wine still in her blood, she giggled into a fluffy pillow.
At the bathroom door opening and her husband climbing into bed, she quieted. Just as she was about to whisper to him, hands gripped her hips. When he yanked her rear upwards and ripped aside her panties, she yelped.
“Woah, mountain man,” she murmured even while spreading her knees. “Hungry for—”
Her voice became a warbling moan when he shoved his dick far into her with one swift shove. Once deep in her clenching walls, he grunted as his pelvis slapped into her shaking butt.
“Oh, fuck! That’s it, big boy.” She groaned into the pillow while he pounded her faster. “Mmm. Oh, yes. Mmm, take my mountain pussy.”
Although the bed’s creaking grew louder, her husband remained silent but for his loud huffing. Fingers tight on her hips, he raced, smacking into her rocking frame as she clawed at the sheets. With flames roaring higher within her, her moaning intensified. The world became only the pumping flesh within her and his clamping hands.
All of a sudden, his rod bucked inside her. When he shoved deep, holding her pinned, those flames sputtered. With a groan, she flicked her hair away to stare up at him. In the shadows, his eyes were glinting coals, fixed on her arching back. Although she wanted more, his focused expression had her gulping.
“Mmm, you, uh, enjoying that mountain pussy?” she murmured at last, just as he spurted into her.
Though his gaze shifted to hers, his lips remained pursed. Instead of replying, he thrust harder, drawing another groan from her. As his dick continued filling her, she dropped her head to gnaw again on the pillow. After the final pulse, her husband withdrew with a wet slurp and rolled onto the bed.
With her rear remaining upturned in the chilly air, she stared at his back as he curled, facing away from her. “You okay, Stanley?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah.”
Except with that shaky tone, he didn’t sound sure at all. As she lowered herself, a tiny dribble tickled free of her still-closing tightness. Despite trembling with need, she covered herself with a sheet and hissed out a lengthy exhale.
“I’m leaving,” he whispered.
At his words, her entire body froze. Ice tumbled through her core. Too much. He’d rethought El. Or, perhaps, discovered...
“Leaving?” she forced through shaking lips.
“Tomorrow night. Tried to get out of it. Again.” He sighed and added in an even shakier voice. “But, um, Harriman insisted. Going to Sullivan for a couple of days. Gotta link the server farm into the DCS, uh, Distributed Cloud Service.”
“Oh, for work?” She relaxed, then swallowed.
“Yeah.”
“Gonna miss my mountain pussy?” A quiet giggle escaped her as the weed tried its best to mellow her once more.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he curled tighter and sighed. Should she grab him? Have him tell her what was eating at him? Harriman could be an asshole. As her pulse sped, she smacked her lips.
“I think I love her,” she murmured.
“Yeah, figured.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“So what do—”
“Do you still love me, Sheila?”
“Uh, yes. Told you that.” Although she slipped a hand onto his bare shoulder, he didn’t move. “Nothing’s changed, baby. Pretty sure I had feelings for her from the beginning.”
“Yeah. Like I said, kinda figured.” With a heavy breath, he tensed for a brief second, and she expected him to say something more. Instead, he only whispered, “Good night, mountain whore.”
That got her eyebrows arching. The way he’d spoken those last words. Such an icy, even tone. No amused chuckle. After a quick squeeze of her fingers, she pulled them away and rolled onto her back. A careful tug pulled her panties back into place. There was more. But he’d tell her in his own time. With a slow exhale, she let her eyelids flutter shut.
Such wonderful dreams. Stanley dragging her by the hair deeper into the darkened woods. El’s glittery hazel eyes as she slurped on Sheila. Donal’s laughter. His hard body, using her. Edward’s new toy, her twitching butt, also being used.
By the time she awakened to slanting orange sunlight, the sheets were empty. From below, wandered voices and the aroma of fresh coffee. After easing from bed, she steadied herself for a second as the room spun. World still wobbly, she gathered her hair into a messy ponytail and made her way downstairs.
At the kitchen sink with a mug at his lips, Stanley was dressed to travel. Unfocused, his eyes scanned the distant trees. At the table, the boys were on their phones, laughing and joking.
When she passed them, a massive warm hand slid onto the back of her thigh. She slowed, holding in a whimper. At Donal’s gentle squeeze, the room spiraled. When he released her, she staggered onwards to the coffeepot.
As she filled a mug, Stanley looked at her, then jolted with his eyebrows arching. She followed his gaze downwards. Again, she’d skipped a robe and only wore a thin loose tank top and silk panties. Pink, in El’s honor.
“Mornin’, big boy,” she said. After a wink, she lifted the coffee.
“Gotta go soon.” He glanced at the brothers. “You, um, gonna be...” He gulped while returning to her. His face was ashen. “Shouldn’t be too long. I’ll hurry, uh, home.”
“Okay,” she murmured, then sighed.
After the boys left the kitchen to get ready for the bus, an awkward silence stretched. As he sipped, she made a bowl of cereal. Rather than eat at the table, she stood beside him, munching, while he finished his coffee. The heat of his body was nudging the flames within her ever upwards.
When at last he exhaled and placed his mug in the sink, she flashed him a smile. He didn’t return it. After a quick peck on her cheek, he moved past her and lifted the handle of a small suitcase.
“Bye,” is all he said.
“Love you,” she called after him as her brows knitted.
“Uh-huh.” He disappeared into the garage.
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