Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - 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 Stanley recounting the technical details of his trip, the boys had been quiet during dinner. Although she tried to pay attention, her mind kept wandering to El. Alone in that enormous house. Her little jingling bell echoing along its empty marble halls.
But with Donal’s gleaming lasers on her as he ate, and his thigh pressing against hers, images of what her poor son needed also bubbled. While that was the only contact he’d risk, it was enough to keep the fire stoked within her.
Once they’d cleared the dishes from the table, she had washed them in the sink. Beside her, Stanley dried. Both gazed out at the steady rainfall splattering the window. Only mist-shrouded shadows, the trees were whipping in a gusty wind. The dark chill matched the sputtering flames restricted to the ashen floor of her soul. Her poor sons. Donal’s ... needs. Both their needs.
“You wanna—”
Stanley’s whisper in her ear shocked her back to the kitchen. After a glance at the boys tromping upstairs to get ready for bed, she met her husband’s wink.
“Really, mountain man?” The guttering fires reheated as his hand slid along her rear. “Missed me, huh?”
“Yeah.” He nodded and gave her butt a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I did.”
With a broad smile, he was waiting in bed when she came out of the shower. As he lifted the covers, she chuckled while tussling her damp hair.
“Mmm, my favorite.” After tossing the towel aside, she bit into her lower lip and clambered onto the bed. “Good stiff shiny mountain cock. All nice and full of yummy mountain man juice.”
“God, you talk so dirty, nowadays,” he muttered before gulping as she slid over his warm pelvis.
“You said you didn’t mind,” she replied while running a fist along the hardness beneath her.
“Oh, I’m, uh, not complaining.” Heated and comforting, his hands skimmed up her tensing thighs. “It’s, um, quite the turn-on.”
“So, hmm.” She lowered just enough to swaddle his rounded tip with her spreading petals. As its subtle beat wandered through her, flames roared higher within her. “Want your sexy mountain whore to take this lovely cock into my dripping wet pussy?”
“Y-Yes,” he murmured.
With a smile, she dropped. As he growled, she thrust her chest skyward and unleashed a primal groan. Even she was startled at the need surging inside. Before she knew it, his hands were on her bouncing tits as she flung herself up and down. With nails clawing along his stomach, she clenched for all she was worth. No, he wouldn’t be the only one satiated.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, babe. Sexy mountain whore.” Stanley’s voice warbled into a muffled roar when his fingertips found and crushed her nipples. “ ... pussy. Wow! That’s tight.”
“You like?” she said before groaning as she shifted her angle, leaning forward and speeding her pelvis along his.
As she rode him, her full tits swayed almost low enough for his mouth to reach. Except not quite, and only his fingers and rapid, heated breaths tormented her.
“Fuck, yes, I like.” He smiled into her flushed face. “My lovely mountain whore.”
With a snarling growl, she dropped her lips over his. As her tongue thrust deep, she drove herself faster. Atop the creaking bed, the wet squelching and liquid slapping of their bodies grew quicker. He tore his hands from between them to grasp her speeding rear, tugging, squeezing, and pulling on her cheeks. His thumbs were so close. So very close.
Then they tapped her little rosebud.
And a trigger detonated. At last.
As she bucked, ramming her hardened clit into him, her screams filled their mouths. The entire length of her pussy clamped tight. With a grunt, he thrust upwards into her speeding frame. Warmth wetness. Then again. A third time.
The fourth and fifth thrumming blasts took her by surprise. When his hands started to shift, she flung one of hers up to grip them, holding them in place on her rear as she continued stroking his pulsating rod.
When at last, the hazy fog that the world had become parted, she gazed down into her husband’s white-rimmed eyes. Once she’d lifted from his lips, she smiled, then bit deep into her lip.
“That was fun, mountain man,” she murmured. “Missed you, too.”
After panting for a while as he nodded, he cleared his throat. “Me, too. Me, too, Sheila.” He chuckled. “Mountain whore.”
With a giggle, she leaned to nip at his lower lip. “Your mountain whore.”
When he sighed and closed his eyes, falling silent, she knitted her brows but lifted until she was once again sitting astride him. As she raked fingers through her still-damp hair, his stiffness was fading fast. When at last it plopped free, she raised a trembling leg and tumbled sideways onto her back.
“Mmm, my mountain pussy is all nice and full, thank you very much,” she whispered, while running a hand along his stomach.
“You’re, uh, welcome.” He chuckled.
That brought a grin to her face. Whatever was haunting him had passed. As her breathing slowed, she bent both legs and let them spread outwards, cooling her battered cleft. At the quiet squelch and tickle of his excess seed dribbling free, she giggled.
“What?”
“Overfull. Damn, babe.” A soft giggle escaped her. “Missed me a heck of a lot, huh?”
“Yeah,” he answered, then cleared his throat. “Um, why don’t you, uh, go and say ‘goodnight’ to the boys?”
Her eyebrows arched, and she turned to him, but he was still on his back with his eyelids closed. Really? She hadn’t done that since they were little. Was it a trap? Did he suspect something? But each time she opened her lips to confess, his silence and steady breathing had her sealing her mouth. At last, she brought her trembling legs together with a quiet squelch.
“You sure? Won’t get lonely?” Even as flames roared so high she almost gasped, she forced a shaky giggle.
“Nah.” He shook his head. “You should...” He gulped. “Um, they’ll be waiting, I’m sure.”
“Okay,” she said as the bedroom began a slow spinning.
With it whirling faster, she eased from the bed and gathered her damp tresses into a quick ponytail. After grabbing a kimono, she wrapped the short cover over her bare frame and turned to him.