Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
It wasn’t until she’d stepped from the shower and was brushing her hair that Sheila replayed Elaine’s words. The mellowness of the exquisite weed had long since left her mind. Once again, it had been spinning over Donal. The brush suddenly froze in her hand. Her eyes widened in the mirror.
“She’s jealous”—her reflection wobbled—”of Stanley?”
With a gulp, she let the brush drift through her golden tresses while reviewing their talk on the little raised concrete pad. Borderline impish, the twinkling of the woman’s hazel eyes. The way her shiny lips pursed. The quick but all-encompassing scans of Sheila as they’d shared the blunt. Beneath that thin flower-print off-the-shoulder peasant top, the steady rise and fall of tiny tits. She never wore a bra. Called them “The Devil’s Tool.” Those peaks had been ever so sharp.
“It’d just been the marijuana,” she whispered as heat slithered up her cheeks. When she leaned on the bathroom counter, her nails scratched on the surface. “That’s all. She’s ill. In pain. Nothing more.”
At that point, her brain throbbed. As she crept into the dark bedroom towards Stanley’s sparkling eyes, her pulse kept flip-flopping. One second, calmness swept over her. Life would return to normalcy. It had to. However, the next, the universe sped. No, she was changing. Elaine had noticed. Donal as well. As had Edward. Besides, her husband’s smile as he lifted the sheets, baring his naked form—and throbbing hardness—said he didn’t mind whatever had morphed within her.
Or was still morphing.
With a quiet sigh, she eased over his warm, slender frame. After tugging aside her panties, she grasped his root. Hair swirling along her shoulders, she rose above him.
“Do you love me, Stan?”
“What?” His eyes widened as his hands found her waist. “Of course. Why? Where did that—”
His voice became a groan as she sank, taking him into her. She’d heard all she needed to hear. It wasn’t a wild ride. Instead, she rose and fell in his grip, getting wetter and wetter while her mind wandered. Memories, fantasies, images. The smell of new car leather. Pungent man scent. Sudsy foam dripping from stiffened flesh. The press of Donal into her spine. His eyes. Edward’s inquisitive smirk. She bounced quicker. At Stanley’s sudden grunting, she stared down at him and raced.
Make no mistake, it was just that. A race. Right as he thrust upwards, she dropped her fingers to speed along her clit. They cried out together as her body shuddered and the world blurred into a darkening haze. Somewhere, amid all that, his spurts pulsed into her.
Afterwards, she slept at last. Dreams arrived, floating up from the deepest recess of her mind. Lots of them. By the time the alarm went off, she couldn’t remember much. However, enough remained that she reached over to grasp her husband’s sticky shaft. Before he could do more than moan, she rolled over to engulf him with her mouth.
It had been a while. In seconds, he was huffing. As the fingers of one hand played in his balls, she drove the other along his trembling chest. While her nails raked him, he clasped his hands to her twisting skull. With a muffled grunt, he bucked, feeding her. It wasn’t much, but she smiled up at him while swallowing the salty treat.
“W-Wow, and, um, mornin’ to you, babe,” he murmured as her mouth slipped from his already shrinking flesh with a quiet, wet plop.
“Good morning.” She smacked sloppy lips as a dribble worked its way to her chin. “Better?”
“Jeez.” He glanced down at his shiny shaft. “Yeah, you could say that. Uh, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” After a low giggle, she left the bed, heading for the bathroom. “Now make me some coffee, big boy. Already had the creamer.”
When she entered the kitchen, he was reading at the table. Although he was dressed in a suit for work, she remained in panties and a thin purple camisole top. The coffee had been made, and they exchanged smiles. While he scanned her figure, his eyebrows arched. But when she winked, he nodded.
As the boys moved around upstairs, readying for school, it was only them for a while. After making a bowl of cereal, she sat beside him and ate in silence. They continued exchanging swift glances that had her heartbeat pulsing. From the flush of his cheeks, he was just as aroused.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
“You’re handsome.” She snorted over the rim of the mug. “And, um, tasty.”
His laughter was interrupted when Donal thumped down the stairs, followed by his brother. After mumbled “good mornings,” they made toast and sat to eat. Neither of them paid any attention to their parents as they discussed computer games they’d watched somebody play online.
However, after she stood and took the gathered dishes to the kitchen, Edward also rose to his feet and talked with his father. Washing plates in the sink, she gazed through the window at the backyard. A sigh slipped from her. Life was good. She’d been a dutiful and loving wife. Her husband loved her. She was back in mother mode.
Then heat appeared behind her. Towering over her, a shadow. She glanced towards the table. As they talked, Edward was blocking her husband’s view. At the press of stiffened jeans into her lace-covered behind, a hitching breath escaped her. As soon as Donal’s massive torso eased into her spine, a dish dropped from her shaky hand, splashing into the soapy water.
“Hmm, nice, mommy,” he whispered into her ear, sending heated minty breath across her cheek. “Dreamed of you last night. Again. Know what you were doing?”
“Um, n-no,” she murmured as the backyard began a slow smearing slew to one side.
Rather than answer right away, he slid the hand farthest from the table under the camisole. As it skimmed upwards, she gripped the sides of the sink. When his fingers encompassed a juddering globe, she gulped. Pulse hammering in her skull, she again peeked towards her husband. Only to find Edward’s back.
“Mmm, miss these, mommy. Really don’t need to wear bras, do you?”
Before she could form an answer, his digits squeezed. They may have been more than a handful for most men, but her boob fit snugly into his palm. When he tightened his fingers again, instead of a complaint, only a whimper escaped her quivering lips.
“You’re such a wonderful distraction.” His low laughter filled her soul. Just like his father’s chortling. “Hmm, in my dream. You were being such a good mommy.”
“G-Good, um, mommy?” she forced out in a whisper between low moans as his hand played and his hardness surged into her shaking butt.
“Use your imagination. Would a mommy leave her son”—with a quiet groan into her ear, he shoved his jeans into her—”like this. In such pain, hmm?”
Although she tensed, her arms shook as the shiny nails clamped the sink. After a huff, she shook her head.
“No. That’s right, mommy.” Once more, that laugh. When his fingertips found a stiff nipple, her breathing raced. “A good mommy would never do that. Never leave her boys in such agony.”
When he crushed the stem, pulling a louder whimper from her, she again peeked at Edward’s back. They hadn’t noticed. As Donal’s hand drifted across her chest to find the other boob, she hung her head.
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