Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 28
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 28 - 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
At the sudden appearance of the bed before Sheila, she glanced downward right as her husband’s splayed fingers pressed on her spine. Gaze once more on El, she climbed onto the mattress uttering a quiet moan. At the soft tug of Stanley’s grip on her hips, she remained on her hands and knees. Frozen yet trembling, she stared at the sight beside her as her pulse thundered.
Between her shaking legs, Bert’s majestic rod eased in and out of her stretched folds. Hazel lasers locked on Sheila, El slurped on a lengthy beam. Its smiling owner sawed ever deeper, sending frothy spit from her distended lips. In both fists, her stroking had slowed, but the shafts were dribbling shiny trails.
With Bert’s massive hands shoved under her top, it was nothing more than a white stripe below the glinting leather collar. With each powerful squeeze of her perky chest, bubbles blew out around the pulsing tube in El’s lips.
“God, she’s hot,” Sheila murmured.
“That she is, little lady.” Bert chuckled.
Behind her, the bed’s shifting was followed by the sound of Stanley’s zipper. When his racing hot breaths seared her shaking rear, she sank her nails deep into the mattress and moaned. One of the towering, muscled men sliding in and out of El’s hand looked down at her. At his smile, she gulped.
When Stanley eased his cock into her slippery tightness, the world blurred. So many things happened at once. Her mind spun, and she flung her gaze to El, just as the little woman bucked and shuddered. Heat roared within her at El’s burbling scream sending shiny spit from her distended lips.
“One.” Bert called out with a laugh, before intensifying his assault.
As the slapping of Bert’s pelvis grew louder, the bed creaked. The stiff rod in El’s mouth shoved deep into her throat. When the little woman’s eyelids flew open, Sheila traced the bulge moving ever further into her.
Suddenly, her brain flicked to the delicious sensation of her husband’s slick cock plunging deeper. While moaning again, she clenched her insides. His breathing stuttered, scorching her back as his hands clasped her hips tighter.
The man before her shifted, leaving El’s empty fingers clutching at the air. His eyes glimmered. In a fist, his gleaming pole appeared before Sheila’s wide lips. Its deep-purple tip dragged a shiny trail of ooze along the mattress. Time slowed, but Stanley continued easing into her. With a moan, Sheila surged forward to engulf its slippery taut flesh. At her husband’s abrupt tensing, she froze, but a second later his dick sank further.
“Mmm, she’s good, mister,” came from above her as Stanley began his first stroke.
“Yeah, she is,” her husband replied.
When Stanley’s palm smacked her rear, Sheila jolted, but also unleashed a hungry moan around the sliding flesh. It was a playful spank, and she caught the man’s grin as he rocked his hips. She was a good...
At El’s muffled cries, she shifted her view just in time to track the speeding bulge in the woman’s stretched throat. In time with those swift motions, Bert pounded her bucking little frame quicker. His massive hands had moved to her slender ankles, keeping her trembling legs spread high and wide.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. She’s so fucking tight,” Bert murmured.
Amid the sexual-charged chaos, a twinge of fear shot through her. With a quick shove of her hand, she moved the man’s solid hip out of the way. El’s eyes. Wide. Sparkling and suddenly softening when they found hers. Okay. She was okay.
At pressure on her butthole, Sheila tensed. With a groan, she shoved her head backward, releasing the spit-coated cockhead from her drooling lips. Heat roaring within her, she whipped the hair from her face to gape at Stanley.
With a broad grin, he was sawing his rod in and out while pressing his thumb against her little ring. It was slick with gel, and a tube lay on the bed beside him.
“Gotta widen this up a bit, mountain whore.” He laughed.
Right as Sheila was about to speak, he plunged the fat digit into her spasming rosebud. Her voice became a scream that was then muffled. The man before her had turned her head to bury his tip in her mouth once more. As she suckled with all her might, her husband swirled the digit deeper. All the while, his dick continued its languid strokes, driving the flames within her to the very tops of her soul.
At loud, sloppy slurping, she found El right as she sucked on the still-draining cock. With her eyes sparkling at Sheila, another man was already crawling closer. Wearing a wide smile, Bert was holding his rod as it withdrew from her amid a rush of pearlescent bubbles. Another guy was already approaching. A longer, skinnier appendage graced his fist.
In Sheila’s mouth, the sudden blast of salty thickness caught her by surprise. She flashed her gaze upward just as the face of the pulsing cock’s owner tilted skyward. With a grunt, he gripped her skull and tugged, taking her throat.
“Fuckin’ hell, that’s nice.” His fingers tightened as she twisted her head. Forceful pulses sent warmth into her belly. “Mmm, take it all.”
“Dude, be careful,” Stanley directed. Both his thumb and rod had halted.
“Yeah. Yes, sir.” He gulped and loosened his grip even as his cock continued to flex. “S-Sorry.”
After the guy finished feeding her, he drifted into the shadows. Right as her husband’s languid strokes restarted, El’s free hand grasped her arm. At the shaky tug, Sheila moved closer. Face shiny beneath a thin coat of ooze, El was rocking under the forceful, steady thrusting of the new stud between her shaking legs.
“Mistress, this is...” She licked her white-streaked, trembling mouth. “Th-Thank you.”
Before Sheila could react, another pole appeared above El’s face. With a giggle, El gripped it. While licking along the pulsing shaft, a shiny fist aimed its fat knob for Sheila’s panting lips. After a groan as Stanley’s’ thumb spiraled wider, Sheila took the invitation and dove to add her tongue.
With El’s eyes gleaming up at her, both women rocked under the ever more fervent motions of their partners. Whenever El shuddered, her small hand snatched the knob, plunging it into her mouth. El’s loud suckling muffled her screams. Then she’d shove it into Sheila’s waiting lips. The timing wasn’t perfect, and soon her husband’s rapid thrusting had louder cries escaping Sheila.
At his sudden withdrawal, she rocked backward, searching for him to refill the void. When abrupt pressure filled her slippery starfish, she spun, dropping the drool-coated dome to find Stanley’s smile.
He gazed down at her while swirling his hips, taking her butt for the very first time. A fountain of pain wrapped in indescribable pleasure flaring blasted across her jangling nerves.
“Mmm, like that, mountain whore?” He flashed her a grin, but it was followed by a nervous chuckle. He was crossing his personal red line. For her. “My—”
“Your sleek, stiff cock deep in my mountain ass?” She wiggled her butt. Or tried to, pinned by his cock and held in his iron-grip. “Yes! Yes, babe, I love it. God, you beast. Mmm, take me hard.”
At El’s wet giggling among hitching breaths, she turned to find the little woman holding the spewing cockhead to her open mouth. As they landed, thick white strands were twisting around her swirling tongue.
That vista was enough to set off the guy between her scraping heels. With a series of loud grunts, he shoved hard. El’s giggles ended when she cried out, sending a wave of pearlescence over her trembling, wide lips.
Madness took Sheila.
The world smeared before simply vaporizing. Fires exploded across her soul.
She screamed. Another scream erupted as every muscle in her body froze, then shuddered.
With his hands on her writhing waist, her husband thrust deeper.
“ ... so fucking tight, babe!”
Just as her arms collapsed, her face dropped next to El’s and pulsing warmth erupted far inside her bowels. At the sudden press of salty lips to hers, she drove her tongue into El’s screaming mouth. Together, they received their due.
Good slut.
Good mistress.
Good lover.
Good wife.
When El’s hand found her cheek with a shaking finger and her eyes flooded with tears, Sheila was also ... Worry filled her. El’s eyelashes blinked. Would they ever do this again? Sheila’s heart fluttered. No matter what, she must take the very best care of El. Be a good mommy.
While the kiss continued, El sighed, recognizing that pact as well.
After Bert and the others slipped away, laughing and muttering amongst themselves, she helped El from the bed. With a groan, the shaking woman crumpled into her as Stanley held both tight. Together, they’d trembled for a million years. After passing on his thanks, Bert led the other guys to the room next door to retrieve their exhausted, sweat-coated wives.
Once they were alone, a weird silence descended. While El snuggled into Sheila’s chest, her husband hugged them both in his wide arms. At last, they moved. Still shaking, it took a while to clean themselves and weave their way through the crowd to the entrance. Whereupon Stanley refused to return her lingerie.
“Nope. Have to earn ‘em back, mountain whore.” He chuckled while holding the coat open for her.
“Mmm, love this new you, big boy,” she murmured while buttoning it closed over her naked frame.
“Gotta keep my wife happy, correct?” He winked.
“Baby, I’m more than happy right now.” With a smile, she hopped onto her toes to peck at his lips. Although she’d rinsed, the pungent taste of seed on her tongue was still strong. He didn’t grimace.
“And full of yummy jizz, mistress,” El added as he eased the coat over her shoulders.
“Look who’s talking, slut,” Sheila muttered before reattaching the leash to El’s collar.
When the slim woman yawned, they all chuckled. Those hazel pools were dimming behind fluttering eyelashes.
“Time to get you home, ladies,” Stanley said while sliding his arm around Sheila’s waist.
“Yes, sir, mountain man, sir.” She flicked a mock salute as El giggled.
After both pairs of heels had clicked across the dark pavement, they’d clambered back into the car with groans. As her husband drove out onto the road, El glanced from him to Sheila beside her on the rear seat.