Mother Son First Time 소설 & 이야기

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

About danger that feels closer every day. I also think about tiny socks. About first cries. About holding my son for the first time. Both thoughts exist at the same time tangled together. When we get back to the house, I go straight to my room and sit on the bed, hands resting on my stomach. “I’m your mom,” I whisper, feeling ridiculous and serious all at once. “I don’t know how to do this yet, but I’m going to figure it out. I promise.” My time of hiding is ending. I can feel it.

Sofia Vez ‘It will be over soon. Just trust yourself’ The woman seemingly in her late thirties is trying to soothe her daughter for her first shift. The girl is stressed and nervous but still does it, trusting her mother. A smile grazed my lips as she succeeded in her first shift and wiggled around her mother, wagging her tail in excitement whilst the mother celebrated in joy. As beautiful as it looks, I can’t help but be reminded of the sad fact of how terrible it was for my first shift.

Mom: "God, baby, STOP! I appreciate what you are doing, but I just want you to do me, and do me hard. I am so horny, so ready. Let's both make this a night to remember...enough with hammer time...now, it's baby time." I pulled all the way out of mom till only the end of my cock lightly grazed her wet pussy, then I slammed it home. Mom winced. I withdrew it all the way, and then brought it forward. As I continued to pile-drive into my gorgeous mother, I carefully started moving her towards the bedpost. Finally, I had her where I instinctively needed her for breeding, with her legs on my shoulders, her slender ankles bumping into my ears, her beautiful smooth mommy feet dangling in the air. My

My body heats up the minute the next contraction hits me, having me bite down on my lip. “It’s time, push sweetheart, you can do this” Angelo’s mother tells me. I scream out pushing with all my might, I send a prayer to the Gods to protect my pup and bring them safe. I push I can feel Angelo pouring his love into our bond giving me strength. After a few minutes of pushing the first screeches of the new baby fills the room. I pant relaxing for a minute as I watch my son being lifted from the water and placed onto my chest. He is all squidgy and red faced as he cries, his hair is black like mine. I don’t get the chance to say anything before my daughter lets me know she is coming.

I know she can feel it singing through her, though, as she hikes her hips, and Abertha snaps on latex gloves and comes to squat behind her. “Might have overestimated,” Abertha says. “It’s showtime.” I’m useless and powerless for the first time in my life. All I can do is kneel as Rosie clutches my thighs, and props her forehead on my chest, and digs her nails into my jeans as she pushes our son out into the world. When it’s done, she collapses, resting her head on my knee, and Abertha lays our squalling, purple pup on her belly. “Ours,” Rosie says, cradling him close and gazing up at me, stars in her bleary eyes.

My clit throbbed so badly I had to rub it with my other hand, biting my lip hard to stay quiet. I came the first time when Mom did—her cries sharp and trembling as she pushed back onto his cock, her legs shaking. I pressed my forehead against the wall, thighs quivering, my pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through me. But I didn’t stop touching myself. I kept watching.

I tried to speak, but my throat was raw. "The baby…" My mother's eyes went red again. She gently lifted a small bundle of blankets and placed it carefully beside me. "She's right here. The doctor says she's perfectly healthy." I turned my head. And for the first time, I saw my daughter. She was impossibly small, her face scrunched and wrinkled, her eyes not yet fully open — just the faintest rhythm of her breathing. But this tiny life made me feel as though I'd been pulled back from the edge of hell.