Mom Series
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Suddenly my cock hardened. The thought of my mom being all slutty, going pornstar style on random dudes turned me on. It was such a stark contrast to her demeanor, her romanticism, her so often wanting to make love instead of fucking...
It surprised me greatly but also let me know that maybe mom was a more sexual being than I previously thought and more of a complicated being, too. And this sudden realization got me hot. Really hot.
“You wanna do that? Tonight? Now?” I asked her.
“Do what exactly?” She smiled, slyly.
“We’re on vacation. People do different things on vacation. Maybe we could try something different...” I suggested.
“Do you want to?”
“I’ve never tried.”
“I can tell by the way you’re looking at that girl that you want to bang her brains out.”
“Maybe. Maybe I do.”
“Maybe I wanna watch you do it.”
“Damn, mom. I’ve never seen this side of you ... I like it...”
“It comes out now and then. Especially on vacations...”
“Perhaps we should go on vacation more often then.”
“Perhaps we should go talk to that couple.”
“Let’s go then, mom.”
“Let’s go. And don’t call me ‘mom.’”
We stood up, composed ourselves, held hands and walked over to the couple. They both grinned eagerly as we approached.
“Howdy there,” I said, “y’all speak English?”
“Eh, just a bit, mate.” The man smilingly replied, in an Australian accent.
Mom and I looked at each other and smirked, both of us as amused as surprised.
“Fancy a seat?” The man asked, waving his hand to the empty table adjoined to theirs.
“Certainly.” Mom replied, smiling at him, obviously enamored with his piercing, icy blue eyes and rugged good looks.
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