Good Mommy
Copyright© 2025 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
That night, she and Stanley fucked like wild animals. Not on the couch, but after a quiet dash to their bedroom. Behind Donal’s closed door, the boys were loud, playing something. With her husband’s hard cock throbbing in her tight fist, she had dragged him past.
Afterwards, her sweat-slick body continued shuddering as she eased from him. Eyelids squeezed tight, he was sending rapid breaths towards the ceiling. When his still-fat little mushroom plopped free of her, she giggled. At his chuckle, a calm descended as he slid a palm along her shaking thigh.
“It’d be kinda hot,” he murmured while giving her a gentle squeeze.
“Huh, what?” she replied while intermingling her fingers with his.
“You, um”—he gulped—”with another woman.”
After rolling her head to find his twinkling eyes, she giggled again despite the heat roaring to life within her. When her hand pressed into his, he sighed and faced the ceiling.
“You wish, big boy,” she said.
Although sleep took her away soon after, a new raft of fantasies swirled into her memories. They centered on El. It’d been a long time since college. Mousy, but curious, the slight girl’s name had been Pamela. They’d been drinking. A lot. Strawberry wine. The screw-off cap kind. Almost magical, it had been loads of delicious fun. Unhurried and pleasant as opposed to the boys she’d been dating.
In the morning, she wore a damned robe. Not that it made any difference. Neither boy paid her any mind. When she kissed them goodbye, although they ensured she spotted their straining jeans, Donal kept his hands away and lips closed.
At work, she danced around her boss. Not so much avoiding, as not wanting to find herself in an awkward situation. But the universe has a way, and on Tuesday it placed its bet.
“Since you’re off for the weekend,” El said before gathering her purse and slipping into a coat. “Gonna take a couple of days. Need some tests. I’ll, uh ... I should be fine to open Friday.”
“Okay, El.”
Just as she was about to wave, the slim woman spun. Before Sheila could react, soft lips mashed into hers. It was fleeting, and her boss’s face flooded with crimson while dodging away.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry.” She gulped while hugging the coat tighter. “So fucking scared. That’s all. I shouldn’t have done—”
Her voice ended in a groan when Sheila swept forward to embrace the shaking woman. As El’s arms slid around her and both women squeezed, Sheila’s pulse skyrocketed. After a quiet gulp, she pressed her lips to El’s ear.
“Don’t be. You’ll be fine.” At the soft probe of her tongue, the brunette shook. “Then we’ll talk, alright?”
“Y-Yes,” El whispered before pulling free of her loosening grip. “Talk?”
“Um-hmm.” She swept a shock of brown hair from the woman’s reddened cheek.
“Okay. That’d be nice. Um, thanks ... Thanks for understanding, Sheila. I’m sor—”
“You’re welcome. And I told you, don’t be. Now, good luck on the tests.” With a grin, she fixed El’s collar. “And I’ll see you Tuesday. Bright and early.”
“Yes, ma’am,” her boss shot her a mock salute before turning and leaving the store.
With Sheila working full days the rest of the week, her workouts were earlier. Rushed, they’d become more intense since ... Since Donal. Also, she was leaving the house right after Stanley. Which meant she was fully dressed, albeit in the flowy lightweight dresses the store sold. However, other than their usual sidelong glances, the boys continued to be circumspect. Nonetheless, the strangest niggling sensation roamed the back of her skull.
It erupted that Friday as they readied for the camping trip. While Stanley and Edward packed the car downstairs, she was just buttoning an olive pocketed blouse. Already in long chestnut hiking shorts, thick socks and boots, she was smiling towards the sunshine filtering through the bedroom curtains. Right as predicted, the weather had turned warm, and the weekend looked to be amazing.
At Donal’s hulking silhouette filling the doorway, she gulped. He was in a skintight brown t-shirt and cargo shorts. When he walked into the room and gripped her wrists, she swayed as if to back away. However, a swift tug held her in place. After removing her hands, he undid a button.
“What—”
“Shh, just wait, mommy.” He grinned.
As his fingers unfastened the other buttons, her pulse ratcheted ever higher. When he yanked the top from her waistband, she groaned.
“No, Donal,” she whispered as her fists balled tighter at her sides. “Please.”
“Now, mommy.” His grin widened. “You don’t even know what I’m gonna do.”
Before she could do more than huff, he peeled off the blouse and draped it over one of his shoulders. As the room blurred, his hands slipped around her to the center of her back. At the quiet snick, she gasped. When chilly air flooded her heated chest, she staggered. Thin straps slid down her arms and, with a chuckle, he tossed the bra to the bed.
“There. Much, much better.” He murmured before scraping thick fingernails under both stiffened nipples.
As a moan tore from her shaking lips, she tried to focus on his face. It kept going in and out of focus. Only to become a swirling smear when his fingertips squeezed. With a groan, she arched into his waiting palms.
“Hmm, I see you agree.” He slipped the blouse back over her.
While she struggled for air, he pulled it tight and tied a knot just below her chest, leaving her midriff bare. When he slipped downward and out of view, it took her melting mind a few seconds to track him. With gentle but firm motions, his fingers were folding the hem of each leg upwards. At last, when the rolled material bared the under swell of her buttocks, he stood.
“There. Now that’s a sexy mommy.”
His laughter ignited more flames in her core. When he led her to the mirror and spun her by the waist, she could only shudder. As his hands ran along her golden ponytail, a sigh slipped from him. When she looked at his shorts, they surged.
“Hmm, that’s right. Still want you something awful, mommy.” When he leaned close, Sheila’s heartbeat became constant thunder. “You gonna be a good mommy for me?”
Before her frazzled mind could fathom a response, he stepped away and marched from the room. How dare he? So brazen. Yet she’d said nothing? Done nothing? But the world’s crazy spinning slowed as she stared at her reflection. After slipping shaking palms onto both hips, she eased from side to side. As much as part of her hated to do it, she giggled.
“Sexy?” she murmured while neatening one of the new leg cuffs he’d made. “Hmm.”