Sharing Mommy
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Church-going, married to a distracted husband, and beautiful, Leah Poole makes several mistakes. First, watching her way-too-smart son Barry’s lean physique in the shower. Second, the torrid incestuous romp that’s followed. But now the whole school knows, her son is changing, and he’s tapped her to chaperone a class trip. Based on lalrinkima619’s concept.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Oral Sex
Beneath the lukewarm drizzle from a bent shower head in the motel’s dingy bathroom, the swirls in my skull refused to slow, let alone stop. Endless waves of tremors continued to have their way with me.
At least I was warmer and clean, smelling of the cheap bottles placed by housekeeping on a tiny shelf. With me hanging from palms flat against the tacky plastic wall, my hair formed a curtain. The golden curls shrouded and protected me from the endless churn of memories.
“Oh Lord, most powerful, did your sin-filled servant really...”
The shaky whisper, slipping from chattering teeth, ended with a slow nod of my head. Yes, I’d done so much, so swiftly. Sure, a bit too much wine plus the delicious weed again permeating the motel room beyond the shut door, but...
“Wow,” left me as I straightened, reaching for the calcium-encrusted knob.
The boys needed their turn. A hint of Eva remained. She’d had the smarts to pack a tiny tube of body wash, and its flowery scent made me smile. Lord, how my pulse had spiked when a small hand had grabbed my wrist, wanting to take me into the shower with her. But the stained tub wasn’t large enough, plus, well...
Those memories sharpened as if pinned to a slide under a bright microscope. The wide-eyed look on her face as I’d played with Ezra. God, that black hunk. What he’d said; what an unleashed wanton harlot had done; and how I’d done it.
“More madness,” I murmured, letting my hand drop to linger a little longer under the pathetic spray.
In the hot tub, after leaving Cullen’s lap, I’d swept closer, and the dark wonder had laughed. A muscled pelvis had risen from the water, presenting a thick tube of the darkest licorice. Sudsy rivulets of white, stark while trickling down an impressive manhood for a kid his age. Uncut meant a foreskin, taut and a lighter shade, more brownish. Not a dome, but a blunted arrowhead of the deepest purple, infused with pink tones, giving its prominent slit, flanked by two bulbous pillows, a magical gleam.
“Oh, mmm. Got that look. Better be careful, Mrs. Poole,” he’d rumbled, pulling my gaze from his endowment to those twinkling brown pools. “Know what they say about n—er cocks. White girls can’t—”
His voice had ended in a curt gasp when my fist clamped around hot slipperiness. With my focus flicking between his wide-eyed gaze and my newest toy, I’d played peek-a-boo. His rod had been so stiff; the sleek sheath couldn’t travel far. A quick dip and the taut, warm arrowhead glided between my lips. As my tongue lashed, finding a stretchy morsel tinged with saltiness, those pretty brown pools had flared.
“W-wow, um, you’re—”
Again, I’d short-circuited him, surging upward to nip at his chin. His curt exhale had driven a blast of heat into my face. God help me, the drag of rubbery nipples over all those sleek muscles had sent sparkles across my vision. Still, I’d managed a quick grin.
“Tastes the same, baby,” the wanton harlot had whispered.
A pair of swift inhales had snatched my attention for a second. Barry and Eva had been sitting side-by-side staring at me. She’d been licking her lips, but the cutest pink tongue had frozen. That expression, plus her glance at my son, and understanding had flooded me.
The blowjob. Sure, for him, but he was my boy, so kinda for me as well. Weird, yes, but all that had flashed into my skull in the millisecond before the steady thump of trapped manflesh against my belly had drawn me back to Ezra.
Those beguiling eyes had become white-rimmed as my grip on his shaft tightened and I’d slid higher. My lips found his ear. At my nip, he’d flinched, then groaned when the teasing whore sank away. Again the slide of angry nipples made the universe sizzle, and heat had been flaring deep within me.
Ceaseless, my tongue swirled, tracing the gentle creases of all those muscles. With the harlot slowing to place kisses, his moans had serenaded storm-shrouded heaven. When his dick slid onto my chest, my hands pressed both boobs, trapping the dark length between pale pillows. My slow rising and falling had made him tremble.
“Like that, huh?” I’d murmured before bending to kiss that delightful, plump arrow.
“Mm-hmm, sure do, Mrs. Poole,” he’d mumbled.
“It’s a very pretty n—er cock.” My words plus a wider grin got those white-rimmed saucers to flicker. “So long, warm and smooth.”
No response had sallied from his shaking lips. The boy’s brain had become pure testosterone-flooded mush. Another victim of my using the crude word for such a delightful penis? Or perhaps, the racial term? But the dark hunk had tossed that one onto the table, so what else should he have expected?
With the sleek black shaft nestled between pale breasts, my motions were slow, rising and falling. Gentle licks amid powerful sucks of that wonderful tip got me more salty goodness and louder groans from the trembling hunk. His hands had landed on my shoulders, but were shaking.
The smile of sullied playfulness had widened across my face.
He’d had less than a millisecond to react before I’d surged upward amid a swirl of frothy water. Again, that drag of furious nipples along all those dark muscles: pure bliss-filled torment. His gasp met my grin as a quick shove of my fist placed that arrowhead at my entrance. With warm froth and chilly raindrops slithering down my curves, time slowed, and those pretty eyes had grown so very wide.
A sigh had left me, and he’d groaned skyward as my swift descent engulfed throbbing fullness. Once snug around his dick and settled in his lap, it took everything to ignore the flaring pleasure while gathering rain-battered hair into a sodden pony. The wind was flinging icy pellets, but the roaring heat within me more than countered the chill. A whole lot of pleasure centers were rippling to life.
“Mmm, nice and snug. N—er cock feels the same, too,” I’d murmured, giving him a slow twirl of my hips.
Wow, that simple motion had sent flares ... flaring, and it took a whole lot to remain focused. My hands found his wrists and brought them to my chest. His fingers had tightened, making those fires soar. My insides squeezed, gaining me a throaty groan from the dark hunk. His eyebrows arched when a giggle left the impaled hussy.
“Not a girl,” I’d explained. “White woman, baby. Better be careful.”