Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - 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
Though the cloud-choked night was dark, spring had arrived early. A gentle warm breeze rippled the fountain’s water as Sheila led El from the mansion’s towering doors. With hair in long twisting pigtails, El wore a much thicker ebon leather collar. Glittery in the floodlights, a thin golden chain swayed from its front ring to Sheila’s hand. Both giggled as they met Stanley’s wide eyes. In a black suit and bow tie, he was waiting in his car. Having arrived earlier, Sheila’s vehicle was parked in front of the enormous garage.
Eyebrows arched, he had no clue what they were wearing. Well, other than long coats, pink high heels on his wife’s feet and black patent leather stilettos on El’s. Sheila had spent the afternoon with El, primping and perfecting their looks.
Also driving each other to the teetering brink of madness. The slim woman’s overdone makeup complemented her own sultry “fuck me” scheme. Although there was no jingle, the well-worn heavy ring’s muffled clank against the solid collar with each sharp click of El’s heels sent spikes of heat through Sheila’s core. Once on the drive, she slowed and faced the woman.
“Sure about this, El?” She gave the petite, shrouded figure a quick scan. “You’re up to it?”
“Yes, mistress.” As she nodded, pigtails bounced on her shoulders. “I’m sure.”
When she ran a dainty hand along Sheila’s sleeve, Sheila sighed. Vivid pink nail polish glittered in the lights. It matched El’s lipstick. Which reeked of syrupy cherry. Her fruity, girlish perfume sizzled its way into Sheila’s flaring nostrils.
“If you feel—”
“I know, mistress. I promise. If I can’t, um, continue, I’ll inform you.” El’s broad grin unleashed a barrel of butterflies to race through her heart. “But really, this is the best I’ve felt in weeks.”
“Yeah, and so horny right now, thinking of what could happen, aren’t you, slut?”
“Yes, mistress.” She giggled, then gnawed her lip. “Th-Thank you for this.”
“You’re the one with the lifetime membership,” she replied while opening the car’s rear door. “Naughty whore.”
At the swift tug on the leash, El, still giggling, slid past her. Just as she ducked to enter, Sheila ran a widespread hand along the back of the slender woman’s coat. At her whimper, a tremor rippled through Sheila. When she peeked at Stanley’s smile, her loving husband gestured with his eyebrow. After flashing him a wink, she shoved in beside El and closed the door.
“Where to, ladies?” Stanley asked with a chuckle while pulling away from the entrance.
“Hmm? Somewhere fun, right, Kitten?” Sheila replied, while gathering the smaller woman under an arm.
“Yes, mistress,” she whispered before gliding her little tongue under Sheila’s shaking jaw. “Mmm, fun. Purr. Purr.”
“Oh, fuck.” With flames scorching her core, it took every iota of restraint not to kiss her. However, that could smudge their perfect, thick lipstick. “That’s how it’s gonna be tonight, Kitten?”
“Um-hmm, mistress.” As those hazel beams stabbed deep into her heart, she nipped at her chin. “I’m so very naughty.”
As the car drove on into the night, El stayed tight to Sheila. The imp knew what she was doing, poking at Sheila with her tongue and raking her nails over the coat. At last, with a sigh, Sheila shoved her into the corner of the rear seat. She ran her fingers over the wool-covered arching body, drawing quiet huffs from El.
“Playing with fire tonight, Kitten,” she murmured while dodging another tongue poke.
“Umm-hmm, mistress.” El giggled again. “See, I’m feeling better.”
“Yeah,” she replied before avoiding one more prod of the woman’s playful tongue and chuckling.
Time blinked. When Stanley whistled under his breath as the car slowed, she glanced out the windshield. While blinking at the bright multi-colored strobes illuminating a gleaming white structure, her heartbeat raced. Among tall trees on a hillside, the building overlooked downtown. Atop the roof was a vivid sign. Within its sparkling butterfly-shaped outline, blinking silver letters proclaimed “The Diamond Butterfly.”
The parking lot was packed, and several clusters of people were headed towards a towering, black glass entrance. While inspecting the other patrons, she gave her waxy lips a slow lick. Of various ages, all were well-dressed. Plus, fitter, or at least seemed to care for themselves better than the average club-goer.
“Your, um, fun place, Kitten?” she whispered, as her heart hammered quicker.
“Yes, mistress,” El answered, while sitting up beside her. With a giggle, she took the opportunity to poke at her ear once again with the teasing tongue.
After a curt gasp, Sheila chuckled, then caught her husband’s eyes in the rearview. “Mmm, God.” She dodged another swift prod. “The little slut’s driving me nuts. Let’s get her inside, dear.”
With a laugh, he pulled into a parking space. After stepping out, he opened the door and Sheila pulled from El’s clinging grasp. At the gentle tug on the chain, El followed, clicking out onto the asphalt behind her. After a smile at her, Sheila slid under her husband’s arm, and they headed to the entrance with the slender woman in tow.
Once inside, they waited in line. From beyond the swirling crowd, rhythmic house music sounded. After scanning the other people awaiting entry, Stanley leaned close.
“Mostly couples,” he whispered.
“It’s nicer that way,” El responded with a wink. “You’ll find the women are the ones in charge here.” She looked at Sheila. “If the wives aren’t happy, nothing happens. Singles are rare but can be a lot of fun. Guys can only enter as guests of couples. They’re the problem.” El bit into her lower lip while grinning at her. “Don’t know why, mistress.”
“Cock-hungry whore,” she muttered with a quiet chortle.
“Yes, mistress.”
When before a desk amidst cubbies filled with coats, El stepped forward. A cute, diminutive woman in a snowy leather dress greeted her with a silent nod. Straight platinum hair was long enough to sweep a rounded butt. At El’s glitter-trimmed gold membership card, she smiled.
“Good evening, ma’am.” Her somehow wider smile displayed perfect, brilliant white teeth. “Let me just check on this.”
“See, leather’s way too tight.” Sheila whispered to El as the blonde looked at a computer screen. “How does she breathe in that thing?”
“Very nicely,” Stanley muttered with a quiet chuckle.
“Jeez.” With a grin, she elbowed him in the ribs. “Cool your jets, mountain man. We haven’t even gotten inside yet.”
“Ah, there you are. Welcome back.” As she spoke, the woman extended a small stamp.
“Thank you,” El said, while holding out her hand.
After it was stamped, she and Stanley also received the mark. Although similar to the club’s sign, it was enclosed by intricate flourishes. Her husband looked at El with raised eyebrows.
“We were quite popular.” Face reddening, she giggled, but then sighed. “It was a long time ago, though.”
While he waited, again scanning the crowd, the women slipped from their coats. At soft gasps from several nearby patrons, she smiled and tugged on El’s chain.
“Come on, dear. We’re ready.”
When her husband turned, his entire body locked up. With his eyes widening, his jaw fell as he inspected her. Flames soared within her at the trembling of his lower lip. A gauzy pink lace bra displayed the dark circles atop her full chest and their poky spikes. Likewise, matching panties were high cut and thin enough to hide little. As she squirmed, his eyes widened further; he could see the darkness already staining them.
“W-Wow,” he muttered before gulping.
“Guess you approve, big boy?” She chuckled even as more heat flooded her cheeks.
“Yeah. You, uh, look ... Wow.” It took him several seconds, but at a sudden giggle, he shifted to El.
With the weight she’d lost, she fit into the old, sexy schoolgirl costume. A tiny white top was tied beneath a pert chest, leaving most of her torso bare. Only a strip at her waist, a miniscule pleated black skirt had him gulping. When she did a pirouette just fast enough to show she wore no panties, he nodded. Her eyes sparkled as she settled once more to muttering and at least one quiet applause from behind them.
“Jeez, you two.” He again gulped. “I’m—”
“–so damn lucky?” Sheila finished while sliding onto his arm. When she slid a hand downward to skim his pulsing crotch, she snorted. “And awful horny.”
“Yeah. Um, well.” He glanced inside. “We, uh, should go before—”
“—you drag us back outside and fuck us in the parking lot, mountain man?” she whispered as El giggled.