Son's Gift to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 21
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21 - When Nick’s father calls unexpectedly one quiet Friday night, it seems like a simple request: buy a gift for his mother ahead of their long-awaited anniversary. But with his father gone most of the year and only rare visits home, Nick has long carried the weight of emotional closeness with the one woman who raised him—his beautiful, devoted, and lonely mother. As memories of their once inseparable bond come flooding back, Nick begins to notice what he had long ignored…
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Workplace Incest Mother Son Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Slow
I knew she could now do this without getting caught, so the pace in my hips picked up, making mom’s tits jiggle up and down. She also removed her right hand from her pussy and bit her index finger during one of dad’s turns to speak. Then the fact that I was doing three taboo things at the same time suddenly dawned on me.
I was fucking my mom, no, sodomising her as she spoke to her husband-incest, anal and adultery. What a combination. Moreover, it was all being done on the day they were pronounced husband and wife. And according to my calculations, I think that was also the night they made me. Thinking about all of this got my libido kicking like crazy. I had to set my sperm free.
I extracted my erection from mom’s rectum, dropping her legs off of my shoulders. Then I got upright and aimed my cock at her chest as I began stroking it. But my first white rope was too powerful. Accompanied by a grunt, it rocketed out and landed in between mom’s left nostril and cheek, almost going into her eye. Mom did nothing but smile and carry on chatting as if nothing happened.
My second string wasn’t as powerful, but it managed to land on the intended area by splashing the inner side of her left tit. My final three squirts were pathetic and could only make it onto her stomach. They also weren’t as creamy as the load on her face. But I didn’t care. Fuck. That felt so good. I panted.
“Okay.” Mom looked at the ceiling. “I gotta go, Peter. It’s,” she took a look at the phone’s screen and then placed it against her ear, “ten to twelve on this side of the planet. I’ll talk to you tomorrow ... Okay ... bye.” She dropped the call and sat forward, making my semen slide down her body.
“And who said you were allowed to cum on my face?” Mom tilted her head and raised her eyebrows with a smile, causing cum to drip off her cheek and land on her breast.
“Sorry about that. I was honestly aiming for your chest.”