Sharing Mommy
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
No longer on the bus, I had to be on my best behavior. The irony was not lost on me: the chaperone, having to be cautious. As Mrs. Henderson led a horde of kids, feigning interest or not even bothering, around the museum exhibits, I found myself walking beside Barry. My son kept looking over at me, and I tugged him aside.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You like him, don’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Cullen. I mean, what you did. How you’ve been—”
“Oh, wait just a second. How’d you expect me to react? Wasn’t this all part of your master plan?”
“Well, sorta, but—”
“How hard are you right now?”
His lips opened, but no words came forth. Instead, he glanced at a zipper taut over bulging blue denim. When his face rose, both cheeks glowed a brilliant shade of red.
“Precisely,” I said. “Not sure what games we’re all playing, Barry. You and me, that’s solid. Your dad and me, ditto. This is a field trip. You made me the chaperone. So, your choice, darling.”
When I leaned close and ran my hand along his bulge, he whimpered into my grin. As my fingers caressed, he surged into me.
“I’m sporting your hickey. You get me tonight.” I nipped at his chin. “And you’d better fuck the living shit outta Mommy like you did last night.”
He gasped at the words and the vehemence in my tone. Sure, still a harlot, but no longer the one he’d unleashed in that bed. Just as I was about to add more, a crowd of his classmates appeared, and we were forced to pull away. Barry stayed close as his wicked mother followed Cullen and his pack through the maze of placards and displays.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he murmured as we moved past a towering piece of vivid painted triangles suspended from wires.
“For what?”
“This, and, um, last night.”
“Why?” I chortled. “Never felt so alive. Got two young studs fighting over me.”
“Ezra thinks you’re hot.”
“Okay, three.” Again, I laughed before slowing as we approached a corner. “Be honest, though, sweetie. Is this still ... Well, if not part of your plan, is it what you want?”
He thought for a good long time before nodding. That crimson on his face deepened. The vivid hue blossomed when I jumped onto my toes to place a kiss on his lips. His moan filled my grin. A few steps later brought us to a corner.
With a broad smile, Cullen was waiting around the turn. After a quick check to see the others had drifted away, I left my son to dash closer and sink under his arm.
“Hey there, bad boy,” I whispered.
His response was one of those chest-rumbling chuckles, and the hand lowered to give my rear a firm squeeze. The sudden flare of heat and racing tingles got me moaning into his ear as he took me further into the museum’s tall, pillar-lined halls.
After walking into the shadows of a taller display, he pushed me back against a wall. With his body pressing tight, he bent, and full, supple, hungry lips touched mine for the first time. Wow, those tingles spun so fast. God almighty, though brief, the sneaky kiss made my foot rise to scrape along the wallboard.
“Yeah, you like bad boys, huh?” he muttered.
“Guess so.”
What else could I say? Grin on his face, matching the one I wore, he took me back under a corded arm for a brief stroll before the others came into sight. Even as he let me drift away, those fingers roamed my rear until the very last second. The gentle drags left sizzles zipping along every nerve.
Deep within me, claws of wickedness came to life after spotting Ezra among the pack of followers. Eva was busy talking to the brothers, but he looked up as my heels clicked closer. After a quick glance over my shoulder at Cullen, wearing a puzzled expression, I halted before the dark-complexioned hunk. Pretty, light brown eyes widened as I rose on my toes to tap his lips with mine.
“Don’t be a stranger, good-looking,” I said before spinning and prancing away.
Like in one of those action movies, I didn’t look back but could imagine the explosions rippling in my wake. Hurried footsteps brought my son to my side. He looked over at me as we entered another gallery.
“Did you really just do that?” he muttered.
“Yes, I did.” I chortled. “Still hard?”
“Um-hmm.”
“Poor thing. Should play with Eva’s titties. She’d take care of that for you.”
“E-Eva?”
Our discussion ended with the appearance of Mrs. Henderson, leading a cluster of the smarter-looking pupils. As the kids surveyed a display on medieval something-or-other, she smiled and waved me closer.
“So, how’s the chaperoning ... Leah?”
“Fine. Like you said, they’re all too busy to get into trouble.”
“Still. Thank you for coming along. I’m getting slower these days. It’s good to have somebody younger to rely on.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Watch out for that Cullen, though. He’s trouble. Daddy’s got far too much money.”
“Oh, really?”
“Uh-huh. Son’s a chip off the old block, a mover and a shaker. Has a habit of finding the easy way.”
“He’s a bad boy?” I swallowed a giggle.
“Yes, the worst.”
“Hmm. Okay, I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“Saw you with him at the diner. Just thought you should know.”
Her eyes gained an intensity. With age came wisdom; and those glinting irises pierced deep.
“Uh, thanks ... again,” I said.
A girl asked her a question, and she turned away from me, but I was shaking. The museum kept going in and out of focus as the group moved on, followed by my wooden footsteps.
What had I gotten myself into? And why? Because yes, confirmation, Cullen Daniels was very much...
“A bad boy,” I whispered as he and the posse came into sight.
My heels slowed, scratching for a few seconds, then accelerated, heading for him. His eyes widened as I slid under a powerful arm and pressed into the soft purple and gold jacket. As he guided me along after the others, a large hand drifted lower to cup my rear. The gentle squeeze caused that blurring to quicken, and I looked up to find him smiling.
“Such a bad boy,” I murmured.
“Beautiful MILF.”
Bam, that simple statement made my knees weak, and I rolled to shove into his front, slowing his pace. Both hands gripped my butt as my nails raked his spine.
“This is so wrong,” I whispered.
“Yes, it is.” The hands again squeezed, pressing me tighter into rejuvenated youthful hardness. “Gonna complain?”
“N-no.”
“Good.”
Another delightful chuckle left muscled handsomeness. As my ribs rattled at the sound, he spun his playful whore and placed me back under the thick arm. We walked in silence, with me bathed in both warmth and shadow, until the group came into view. His gentle shove pushed me forward, and Lord above, the heat that flowed, knowing he was watching me sashay across the tiled floor. Yes, a little more swing got added to my hips, flicking the wrap’s hem high.
With his eyes sparkling, Ezra spotted me and flashed a grin. Gone were the smirks; so that was a victory. As I slowed to pass him, my hand drifted out to find taut denim. He gulped and widespread fingers rose to give my butt a swift clawing scrape.
What strange, wicked flames was I fanning in that place? No idea, but there were so many of them. Eva’s gorgeous emeralds had become saucers, and she was closer to my son, also tracking me with white-rimmed irises. Even the other two boys looked up from their phones as my heels clicked nearer.
“Hurry along, everyone,” I said in my best adult chaperone voice. “Wouldn’t wanna get left behind.”
Ah, the Lord’s prophecy, spoken in the purest of ignorance. Nope, hadn’t a clue as I leaned close to place a quick peck on Barry’s heated cheek. Nor when I gazed into the cute redhead’s vivid green pools.
“My son adores your titties. And really needs a blowjob.”
“Mom!”
With a laugh, I pirouetted from them, again leaving chaos in my wake, and traipsed after the larger group of students. Was that playfulness, wickedness, or pure madness? At that point, more of a mixture, I suppose.
The rest of the afternoon I kept to myself. If Cullen approached, my heels clicked away, taking me into the nearest cluster of kids. Likewise, for my son. Even Ezra tried to get near, but I was in full-on tease mode. While my hand might slide the dress aside, offering a bit more thigh or a flash of white lace brassiere, that was all those bad boys got.
Brows gained deeper furrows. Jeans got adjusted. Yet grins also appeared. Eva added a sneaky wink; gone were the hard stares from earlier.
The long-legged cutey’s sudden attention was ... different. Guess she was learning a few lessons from the woman who’d stolen her beau’s attention. Except, God help me, so much more was going on with that girl. After turning a corner, I found her nearby, hidden from the others.
With a beaming grin, she flipped up the top. Given the earlier attempt to tease Cullen and a small chest, no bra blocked the view. A pair of the most darned adorable little boobs jiggled.
The fiery-haired imp chewed her lower lip like it was made of rubber. Speaking of which, both dark pink spikes atop those boobs were sharp enough to cut glass.
“Uh, wow, nice,” is all my brain could muster.
“I’m bi.”
She lowered the crop and gulped. Vivid redness glowed on her face. The color deepened as I strode closer.
“I’m not,” I said before chortling. “Well, haven’t tried that yet. You offering?”
“Um, maybe. Seeing the way you are with the guys is making me so hot. And I just thought—”
“Where are you from?” The lilting in her voice was driving me crazy.
“Uh, Reykjavik. In Iceland.”
“Ah, that explains it.” I grinned. “Love your accent.”