Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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
On the drive home from El’s, Sheila and her husband kept exchanging glances. Each time she opened her mouth to speak, no words would come.
Still wracked by tremors, Stanley also gave up. Although he gripped the wheel tight in both white-knuckled fists, every forceful squeeze of her shaking legs drew his attention like a hawk.
After everything her molten mind witnessed, the fires not only wouldn’t die. They hadn’t even faded.
Nope, not at all.
In the foyer, after Sheila had released her at last, El had led them to her dining room. Soft candlelight was the only illumination, and formal places had been set for each of them. In only the snow-white heels and pink collar, the slim woman wore an impish grin.
Stanley couldn’t keep his eyes off the slender woman as she moved around them, setting out dinner. Nor could she. The bell’s tinkling drove jolts of electricity through her core.
“Sorry, it’s only a casserole, mistress,” she’d murmured while looking at Sheila.
When El had shifted her view to her husband’s obvious, rejuvenated reaction to her proximity, Sheila giggled. When she’d added a long sigh, both turned to her. She grinned at El. With her gaze on both, she had dragged El’s place setting next to her hubby’s. While his eyebrows arched, the slender woman’s eyes widened.
“Dear, my little slut would love sitting in your lap during dinner.” She slid her hand onto his silken sleeve. “Would you mind?”
“Uh, um, no,” he’d murmured while letting her place him in the chair at the head of the table. When she tugged open his zipper, the most wonderful moan had escaped his lips.
As El gripped his root and skimmed a trembling leg over him, she’d whimpered. Gorgeous eyes locked on Sheila, the quivering woman lowered herself. Between his groans, her whimpering, and the quiet slurp as he penetrated her, the room had begun a smearing spin.
Throughout dinner, her pale little frame eased up and down. It was a struggle for any of them to eat, with her soft moans and his louder breathing. Not to mention El’s wide-eyed gaze, so full of desire—and love—fixed on her.
Over and over, she was forced to crush her shaking legs together. Soon, the first question struck her. How could he last? At the stare of his white-rimmed eyes as his lower lip trembled, the fork froze in her shaking fist.
“Jeez,” hissed from him. “She’s...” With a groan, he drove his lips to nuzzle El’s nape. The little bell tinkled as she unleashed a full-throated moan. His eyes widened as he added in a shaky murmur, “Th-That, um, clenching. Oh, wow.”
Welp, that answered that. The little minx may have been out of practice, but years of experience were on display.
El’s quiet giggles when she caught Sheila gazing at where they were unified, ripped away the last tattered remnants of jealousy. The little imp was ensuring her husband had the most pleasurable time of his life. Not only for him, but for Sheila as well.
After glancing at the subtle IV bruising on the skinny arms, she gulped, returning to El’s soft pools. A wellspring of love overflowed, wrapping her soul. The woman was fulfilling her promise. No matter the cost, she’d never get between her and Stanley.
Plus, as the desperation in her eyes intensified, she was again proving herself. She’d not come. Nor would she let him do so until Sheila commanded.
That had brought a smile to her heated face. With a sigh, she reclined in the chair, sipping wine, as El continued to rise and fall. Soon enough, her entire naked body was twitching. Oh, and how those hazel pools had pleaded. Her lower lip glimmered in the candlelight as it shook. When her husband caught on, he’d also stared at Sheila.
It was beyond sensual. She dragged it out for as long as she dared. The little bell’s ever more chaotic jingling and her husband’s ever quickening breaths got to her at last. With a grin, she leaned forward to trap a tiny juddering nipple between her crushing nails.
“Come for me, kitten.”
El obeyed.
Bouncing like a sexy rabbit on speed, she’d screamed while staring deep into Sheila’s eyes. Soon after, grunt after grunt flew from Stanley as he thrust upwards, filling her. Through it all, Sheila had tried to act calm, tweaking the little woman’s heated stem. But she was crushing her legs together so tightly they shook. More than anything, she wanted to devour El’s pretty titties. Drag her onto the table and play with her, and be played with until neither could breathe.
However, it was the sweat-slick woman’s show, not hers. Not yet. That time would come.
After they’d all helped clear the dishes, El had sobbed as they left. Nevertheless, Sheila had insisted; the little woman was exhausted. The chemo was taking a toll, whether or not she admitted it.
“We could just, um, sleep together, mistress?”
“Nuh-uh. Nice try, though. You coax me into that big bed of yours and neither of us will be sleeping, my sexy kitten,” she’d replied while both hands caressed her trembling cheeks. “See you at the store tomorrow, okay?”
“Yes, mistress.” Tears continued to flow. The tiny bell jingled as she nodded.
She hadn’t cried until El’s naked little body, framed by the open door, had faded in the rearview. As Stanley headed for the gates, his hand settled on Sheila’s thigh. At its touch, gentle as it was, she’d jumped with a gasp. The flames shot so high the universe blurred.
When he removed it with a slow nod, she glanced at him. Although he kept silent as they drove through the towering gates, he flashed her a grin. Even as they pulled into their driveway, so many emotions whirled behind his shadowed eyes. Once the engine silenced, they both sat in the car, staring straight ahead. A million years passed before she relaxed her tensing thighs and exhaled.
“So, um, what do you think?” she whispered, while moving a shaky hand to his taut arm.
For a long time he was silent, but at last sighed and turned to her. The grin returned. As her core, still aflame, relaxed, she couldn’t help but return it.
“What do I think?” He chuckled. “Fucking amazing is what I think.”
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