Mom Series
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - I lost everything in one month—my job, my girlfriend, my dog, even my house. With nowhere else to go, I called the one person I could always trust: my mom. She told me to come stay with her at her new condo on Padre Island. I thought she would be angry or give me a big lecture, but instead, she welcomed me with love, care, and a warm smile. Living with her again felt strange at first. We’ve always been close, more like friends than just mother and son. But now.....Read full story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Slow
Amazingly, my cock had stayed hard throughout the entire ordeal. Actually, in a perverse way, it’d turned me on, thinking of grandpa catching me, his grandson, drilling his daughter. Wonder what the old man would have done ... Probably would have been turned on. I bet he wanted to fuck her, too.
Shit, maybe he even did. Was he included in mom’s number? I again wondered.
“Suge, when he’s done in the bathroom, you gotta get out!”
“No can do.” I replied, crawling out from under the bed.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not done.”
I unwrapped the blanket from mom’s body and gently pushed her back to the bed. Swiftly I mounted and penetrated her again. Maybe it was the fear or tension, I don’t know, but her pussy felt even hotter and tighter than it had before, maybe even ever. I only lasted a few strokes before coming.
This time, though, she didn’t come after I shot my load into her. Instead, she scolded me a bit and told me to get out. She seemed genuinely mad.
“Sorry.” I said, stepping back into my pajama bottoms.
“It’s alright. Let’s just be normal mom and son for the rest of this visit, ok? This is too risky.”
“Okay. One last kiss, maybe?
“One, and I’m serious, ONE, last kiss.”
We French kissed for a few seconds, but it wasn’t the usual explosive type. I could tell mom wasn’t comfortable being with me here. And I guess that’s understandable. It was her parents’ house after all, and I was her son, and I did just have sex with her. I could understand mom’s consternation. And so I backed off. And for the rest of the visit we kept our distance.
Things really were complicated with mom. She hadn’t totally gotten over her guilt complex regarding our relationship. We lived as husband and wife, but there were times when things got weird. Especially for her.
Although we had sex regularly as clockwork, she was never able to make much eye contact with me during sex. After sex, too, sometimes she’d break down crying. I’d hold her, whisper comforting words into her ear. But I could tell it was hard for her to accept. Which probably shouldn’t be surprising. How many women in their 40’s live with their grown son and have a sexual relationship with him? Probably not many. There wasn’t anyone she could talk to about it, and, like me, that was extremely difficult for her.
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