Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 25
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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 luxurious warm shower that had her skin tingling, Sheila left the bathroom in a swirl of steam. While toweling the last moisture from her tresses, she couldn’t help but grin. From beyond the open doorway, Stanley’s curled silhouette beneath the sheets sent tremors meandering through her. The lingering aroma of the sandalwood soap from his earlier shower had her on edge.
“Still awake?” she whispered before tossing the towel aside and gathering her hair into a loose ponytail.
“Yes,” he murmured before rolling onto his back. “Get into bed. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh?” She gulped. It wasn’t his usual tone. There was a sharpness to his words. However, there was no mistaking the bulge shoving the covers higher between his legs. “Mmm, really, big boy?”
After a quiet giggle, she slipped into the sheets. Once closer, she gasped when his hand shot to her pelvis. As his fingertips curled, then pushed into her, she froze. The world blinked, and she collapsed in place as they pierced her sloppy tightness.
“Oh, mmm, baby.” With her legs scraping along the mattress, she moaned and writhed. As his digits pulsed and swirled within her, she clawed deep rents in the sheets. “Yes, mm-hmm. Oh, God, what’s gotten into—”
At his thumb rotating to find her hot little nib, she moaned louder.
“ ... you trust the boys?”
Again icy, his voice was so low she’d almost missed it while arching from the bed. Only as his fingers halted, clasping her wetness did she smack her lips and roll to stare at him. He was still on his back, gazing at the ceiling. Both his chest and stiffness beneath the sheet pulsed with the forceful beating of his heart.
“About, um, what?” she replied even as ice gripped her core, dousing the flames.
“I’m not stupid, you know, Sheila.”
Only then did she notice his jaw tensing. His other fist clenched, crushing the sheets beyond him. Its knuckles whitened as he gulped.
“What are you—”
“I heard you in the tent with Donal and Edward. And on the car ride. Also, the other day in the hot tub.” He rolled his lips, still staring upwards into the dark. “For a while, I refused to believe what I’d seen. But, um, did a lot of thinking while in Sullivan. A heck of a lot.”
“I didn’t mean for—”
“Shh, don’t. Just listen.” Within her, his fingers tightened, and she whimpered. “Anyway, now ... Hmm, I guess I should feel angry or something. Except, I can’t. It’s not like you’re cheating with a strange man. It feels weird. They’re our boys, Sheila. God damn it, they adore you. They treat you well, huh?”
“They do.” She nodded before whimpering again when his long digits moved once more.
“And you still love me, right?” When he rolled his head to face her, his green pools were brimming with tears.
She’d been a good mommy. Yet a terrible wife. One who’d hurt him. The room blurred as a sniffle left her.
“Of course I do, my love.” She slid a shaky hand out to glide over his chest.
“Well, good.” He nodded and at the tap of his thumb on her clit, a louder moan escaped her shaking lips. “I still love you. And them.” A tear broke free to zip sideways along his cheekbone. “How in the hell does any of this make sense? No idea. Fuck, I even think your little girlfriend is adorable.”
“So what does all this mean?” She started to roll to her side, but his grip tightened, causing her to pant and stay flat on her back. “Oh, God, baby. Mmm, what do ... What do you want?”
“Are you happy?” With his digits moving quicker, she squirmed and chewed her lips.
“Mm-hmm! Yes, Stanley. Oh, God. I’m s-so happy.” She pushed into his speeding hand. As her juddering chest shot skyward, she released a desperate wavering moan. “Mmm, God, baby. Um, sorry. S-So sorry I hurt you.”
“Yeah, me too.” His fingers slowed, and she lowered, quivering, to her spine, while staring at his hooded expression. “You realize they’ll be leaving soon. College is just around the corner for both.”
“Y-Yes, I know.” She gulped and widened her trembling legs. “Umm, but will—”
“I’ll still be here.” With a smile, he shoved his fingers deeper. Colors smeared, and the world wobbled. “That enough for you? I don’t want to ... I mean, El is one thing, but I’ve no idea about ... Well, I’d be uncomfortable. Hell, I was all kinds of weirded out by watching you with the boys at first, but—”