Mom Series
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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.
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After coming, I pulled out, and mom picked her head up off me, released her arms from around me, and shoved me away.
“What is with you?!” She yelled, wiping away tears, and splashing through the water, back to the shore, hurriedly wrapping herself in a towel, and storming back into the building.
“Mom, wait!” I called, suddenly feeling like a total jerk for what I’d just done.
I swam back out to the shore, put my trunks on, and went back up to the Apartment. When I got up there, mom’s door was closed and locked. I knocked on it a couple times to no answer, so I figured I might as well go to bed myself, though I had trouble sleeping, since I obviously had a lot on my mind, and I took a sleeping pill to put me out. As the gentle pharmaceutical tugged me away to the Sandman, I tried to think of what I should do or say tomorrow morning, when I had to face mom.
The morning made its arrival known by a flock of seagulls flying near my window, squawking loudly. Looking over at the clock, I saw it was 9 something and assumed mom would probably be at work. After quickly relieving myself in the bathroom, I walked out to the kitchen, and saw mom in there, washing dishes.
We exchanged awkward glances, and I thought about going back to my room because I felt so guilty and ashamed of myself for what we’d done last night. Mostly I felt disgusted with myself for kind of forcing myself on her. It was painful to even look at her at this point. However, I knew I had to man up and talk to her, so I stood my ground.
“Mom, I’m sorry about what happened last night.”
She sighed, put down the dish towel, and turned to me, with a sullen expression and said, “It’s okay. You’re a horny young man. It was my fault for letting the situation get out of control.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. I ... Liked it. Very much ... It’s just not ... simple. I’ve got a lot of conflicting emotions about it all. But I’m not mad at you...”
“Well I’m glad you’re not mad and that I didn’t hurt you. And you know, I ... definitely liked it too.”
“I know you did.”
“So what do we do now?”
“I’m not sure...”
“I guess since we’ve already done it, we could do it again.”
“You really are a horny young man, shug...”
“Is that a ‘yes?’”
Mom didn’t answer, just rolled her eyes, and laughed to herself. I was happy to see her smiling again.
“No, seriously, mom. I think we should do it now.”
“Now?”
“Yeah. Practice makes perfect.”
“Oh, does it?”
“That’s right, ma’am. I’m sorry, but I reckon I’m going to have to fuck you again.”
“Oh no, you’re not!”
“Oh yes, I am.”
“Not right now you aren’t!”
“Right now, I am.”
“Nope...”
“Yup.”
I approached mom, who’d picked up a spatula and was waving it at me, as she backed away from the sink.
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