Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 27
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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 one more glance at Stanley for reassurance, she eased to her knees. El’s mouth slipped upwards until the man’s glossy knob plopped from her smiling lips. Streaked with cherry lipstick, the dripping bulb throbbed in her hand as she moved it towards Sheila. With each pulse, the world shuddered.
Not her husband.
Not her son.
But after a shaky gulp, a scan of El’s twinkling eyes over the glistening flesh tube sent flames roaring, overwhelming any anxiety. While parting her waxy mouth, she leaned forward.
As soon as the thumping mass slid over her tongue, the universe blinked. Silky smooth. So warm. With a slow rocking motion, the man glided its thick length ever deeper.
“Mmm, she’s good,” he murmured from somewhere far above El’s twinkling eyes.
Just as she was relaxing, Sheila jolted when El’s mouth touched hers while slurping on the spit-slick side of the pulsating rod. With her eyes blazing, the little woman’s slender fingers plunged into Sheila’s panties. The cock-muffled groaning sent bubbly froth from Sheila’s distended lips to tickle her nose. Right as she gripped the sticky staff and bobbed, a loud groan erupted from a million miles above her. She swirled her tongue around the trapped flesh.
“Fuck, man. Mmm, damn. You, oh, geez, lucky bastard. Your wife can suck some serious cock.”
Yes, she could. Her cheeks sank and tongue lashed quicker. Sheila’s giggle was nothing more than bubbles as she slurped harder. At the man’s louder groan, El’s impish hazel pools ignited. Inside the tightening lace, slender fingers curled. At the slow piercing of her gate, Sheila twisted downwards, taking more warm, slippery flesh into her throat.
When her face found his trousers, nose buried in musky, man-soap scented curly hairs, the groans stopped. Only his hitching breaths made it through the muted haze that wasn’t El’s lips, soft on her puffing cheek, or those slender plunging fingers. As they did slow swirls within her, Sheila’s insides clenched.
“J-Jesus! Ah, w-wow. Oh, she’s amazing.” The stranger’s body vibrated as she twisted her head, keeping his entire rod engulfed. “Mmm, fuck. Wow! You, um, guys come here a lot?”
“Uh, no.”
At her husband’s shaky voice, she halted. With the flames suddenly sputtering, she pulled away to catch his wide eyes. They opened further as she eased a hand upwards. As soon as she found his throbbing trousers, she squeezed. He moaned. Unlike the stranger’s moaning, it reignited the blazes throughout her core. Although she couldn’t nod, her muscles loosened.
Okay, she was still a good wife.
Who also needed oxygen. Once she’d slurped her way back up, she sucked in bubbly gasps. After a last sweep of its impressive drooling tip, she shifted the shiny bulb into El’s waiting mouth.
“Here you go, slut. Your turn.” She smacked her lips, but then froze.
Air hissed from her. The reality—throbbing right there before her. Her redder lipstick smeared beside El’s pinkish streaks across its silken flesh, slick with her spit. The world blurred.
When El giggled, then eased downward, once more swallowing the sleek rod, Sheila pressed her fingers into Stanley’s crotch. Again, he moaned. Her heart warmed. Okay, still good. With a grin, she leaned forward to replace El, dragging her lips downward ahead of the descending mouth, devouring the shimmering mass.
“Oh, man.” The stranger’s breathing raced. “Fuck. Mmm, wow. She’s also amazing. I’m gonna...”
No sooner did his body tighten than El’s gaze shifted to hers. When the little woman’s lips flew upwards, Sheila had a split second to open wide. Accompanied by a loud grunt from above and the man’s furious forward thrust, the engorging knob plopped free of El just as it launched its first warm jet. Cheeks tight, they took turns letting salty thickness splatter into their mouths.
“Oh, my God. Look at that.” The stranger managed a shaky chuckle as more flooding jets blasted from his twitching pole. “Wow, they do that to you? Fuck.”
“Um, no,” Stanley said before groaning when she clawed at his trousers. Oh, she’d made a note—they would.
Each with a hand pumping the emptying rod, both she and El swallowed as fast as possible. However, warm strings of cum were slapping across their lips, sending strands to drip from their chins. El gagged, then giggled before pumping Sheila faster. She gasped; the little minx was stroking her in time with the disgorging pole.
Overwhelmed, pleasure was exploding across her vibrating frame. With a cry, she shot forward to engulf the sloppy cockhead. As he groaned, another giggle escaped El. Her sparkling eyes teased. Really? She wasn’t ready to scream out in the middle of a group of strangers? She’d just sucked off a strange man in public. Yet, she was worried about making a noise?
With a messy chuckle that sent drool over her bare tits, she pulled off the stranger’s softening knob. A quick glance up at Stanley’s white-rimmed irises and the strong pulse in his trousers under her fingers kept her pulse steady. Still good. After another quick wet laugh, she cleared her throat and found El. Hazel pools twinkling up at the guy; she was sucking at her spit and cum-streaked mouth while tucking the softened rod into his zipper.
After helping each other to their feet, she hugged El’s spine to her chest. With an impish grin, the little woman slid shiny fingers into her pink-smeared lips.
“Th-Thank you, um...” The man paused, then glanced at Stanley. “Uh, I didn’t get your names.”
“Nope, you didn’t,” her husband replied before taking Sheila by the waist and turning for the back of the club.
“Where we goin’?” she murmured, while watching El drag her tongue around each finger. At the end of the swaying chain, she followed in silence.
“Bartender says the playrooms are this way.” He weaved through the crowd towards a stairway leading downward.
“Playrooms?” she replied in a shaky voice.
“Mistress, your husband wants to fuck you,” El said before sliding still-tacky fingers along Sheila’s swaying chest. In their wake, they left both shiny trails and heat much deeper. “It’s, um ... Well, you’ll see. That’s where I spent most of my time. Sometimes Bernie would come down and watch.”
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