Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
As Stanley eased the car past the tall black iron gates, his eyes kept widening. Once El’s home peeked from the trees, he gasped. Hand on his leg, Sheila smiled over at him. He wore one of his finest dark suits. Silk. Italian. After seeing her outfit—what little there was of it—he’d insisted on it. He wanted to make a good impression.
Also, the whole time they’d dressed, he was hard as a rock. Right there and then, she’d almost bent to suck him off. Except that would’ve ruined the fun. Or part of it, if El was going to do what the naughty pet had hinted.
“Wow,” he muttered as more of the mansion appeared.
“Yeah, like I said, it’s pretty big,” she uttered while tightening her grip on his thigh. “Her late husband has set her up for—”
At the abrupt hitch in her breathing, he looked over at her. His concerned expression flashed in the flood lights amid the tall trees along the drive. He forced a grin while tapping her hand.
“It’ll be okay, hon. She’s got...” He gulped. “Well, you in her life.”
“Yeah. Yes.” She nodded while blinking back tears. “It just scares me, you know.”
“I understand, babe.” He sucked in air and then added in a lower voice, “Believe me, I do.”
After a heavy sigh, she straightened as they halted before the grand entrance. After adjusting the hem of the tiny red halter dress, she checked her makeup and hair in the lighted visor mirror. Her husband was again scanning the towering edifice and spacious front gardens. Although the rain was long gone, everything glittered with raindrops.
“Okay. Okay, I’m ready, I think,” she murmured while turning to face him. “How do I look?”
“Hmm.” Despite scratching his chin and trying to appear serious, he broke into a chuckle and smiled. “Drop-dead gorgeous, as always.”
“Love you,” she said with a grin before leaning to tap her crimson lipstick-coated lips to his. “Sexy mountain man.”
“You are definitely not in mountain whore mode,” he replied as she eased away to gaze at the house.
“I know.” She reached out with a hand to squeeze his leg once more. “Later though, I promise.” Then she turned to him with her brows tight. “Alright, so don’t freak out, okay?”
“About what?” He cocked his head.
“Well, like I mentioned. El enjoys putting on a show. It’s sorta her thing.” Her fingers tightened on his leg. “This is her first time in a while, uh, having ... She’s only dropped some clues, but I think ... Um, I doubt you’ll complain.”
“About what?” He looked past her at the entrance.
“Just be nice.” She widened her smile. “And enjoy, babe.”
“Hmm, okay.” After a slow exhale, he grinned at her. “Well, let’s get this—”
Before he could finish, she again pressed her lips to his mouth. That time with more force. As her tongue sought his and her hands shifted to press his crotch, his eyes widened. At the hunger in his groan, she unleashed a moan. It was only brief but left them both panting as she pulled away to gaze at the home.
“Yeah, um, think I’ll be fine.” He chuckled before shoving open the car door.
After he’d come around to let her out, she slid onto his arm. As they climbed the marble steps, she ran a hand along his firm rear. With his eyes sparkling at her, he reached for the doorbell.
“One more thing,” she whispered as the sharp clicks of racing heels echoed on the tile beyond the entrance.
“Yes?”
“She’s mine.”
“Of course,” he nodded.
“Not only that.” Sheila bit deep into her lower lip and gulped as the lock opened.
“Yes?” His eyebrow arched.
“Well, you’ll see,” she murmured just before they both gasped as the door moved, revealing El.
Her pulse shot to the stars. To his credit, Stanley didn’t stare for long at El’s hairless skull. Instead, his eyes swept over her face. Unlike the scheme she’d worn earlier for her, the sultriest makeup brought out every refined feature. Smokey eyeshadow enhanced her hazel pools as she gave Sheila an appraising stare before flicking to her husband.
As his gaze descended, he gulped. Several times. Other than the pink diamond-studded collar, she only wore white heels, accentuating sleek legs, and an ivory robe. Translucent, it hid nothing. When he moaned under his breath, Sheila chuckled even as fires engulfed her entire core.
“Hmm, think he likes you, Kitten.” Though she managed a calm smile, Sheila wanted to take the slender figure into her arms and kiss her for a million years.
“Y-Yes, mistress.” Her widening eyes were again scanning Sheila. “You look so beautiful. Um, thank you for, uh, coming.”
At Sheila’s abrupt laugh, El’s face reddened, and she flicked a swift glance at Stanley’s straining crotch. Heels clicking shakily backwards, she let them step inside. At Sheila’s hand sweeping over a slender flank, the little bell in her collar jingled.
Stanley’s eyes widened further as he eased the door closed.
Without a word, El was moving her trembling hands to the belt of the robe. When the little woman unpeeled it, letting the gauzy film slide to her ankles, he gasped and glanced at his wife. As his breathing raced, Sheila’s heartbeat thundered. So many emotions swirled within her, but a profound sense of love trumped every last one of them.
After smiling at him, she looked at the steady throb in his trousers before gesturing to El. “Hmm, somebody definitely needs to come, don’t you think?”
“Yes, mistress.” After a slow nod, she stepped before him. His entire body was vibrating.
“Can’t have my husband uncomfortable during dinner, can we?” she added while sliding a hand along El’s small firm rear.
“Nuh-uh, mistress,” she murmured, pressing into her palm. “No, we can’t. Umm, he’s very handsome.”
“Like him, huh, slut?” she whispered into El’s ear while moving the slender woman’s shaky hand to his crotch.
While flicking his gaze from El to her, Stanley groaned.
“Oh, yes, mistress. Umm, he’s—”
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