I love you, Mom

When a mother cries, there’s a son to console

One evening, Margaret’s voice trembled with anguish as she confronted her husband’s betrayal. “Every time you’re caught, you claim it’s just one of your friends!” she crIed, tears welling in her eyes.

“I can’t bear the thought that you’ve been lying to me since the day we met … h-how could—” Her words broke off in a sob as tears streamed down her face. Unable to continue, she fled to the bedroom, her footsteps echoing in the heavy silence.

Jayson stood rooted to the spot, his face a mask of shock, as if his world had just unraveled.

Upstairs, James sat leaning against his bedroom door, his heart sinking as he overheard his parents’ argument. His mother’s pain cut deeply she was kind, devoted, and didn’t deserve this. Seeing her break down tore at him, and his resentment toward his father, Jayson, had only grown since discovering his infidelity.

The sound of the front door creaking open and slamming shut signaled Jayson’s departure. As usual, he’d likely escape to drink with his friends, avoiding accountability rather than facing his mistakes.

James rose, brushing his hands over his pants, and stepped into the hallway. He approached his parents’ bedroom, hesitating before knocking softly on the door. When no response came, he turned the knob and entered.

Margaret lay curled on her side, clutching her knees, her faint sobs barely audible. James quietly crossed to the other side of the bed and climbed onto it.

Feeling the mattress dip, Margaret turned, her tear-streaked face lifting to meet her son’s gaze. She sat up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

James took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s not like it’s new to me,” he said softly, his tone heavy with shared pain. He looked into his mother’s eyes, seeing the depth of her sorrow. In that moment, James longed to ease her suffering, her heartbreak mirroring his own.

James gently pulled his mother close, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. “Come here,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Margaret’s sobs deepened, but her son’s arms tightened around her, a silent promise of safety and protection.

She clung to him, her hands gripping his back as she buried her face in his chest, letting her tears flow freely. James rubbed soothing circles on her back, his touch steady as she poured out her grief.

After a long silence, Margaret’s voice broke through, soft and shaky. “I’m so lucky to have you to hold me when I need it most.”

James ran his fingers gently through her dark hair, which fell just past her shoulders. “You’re my mom,” he said quietly, his voice warm but resolute. “You can always count on me when you’re hurting. I’ll be your friend, your confidant someone you can trust with your secrets, and I won’t tell a soul. Whatever you need, I’m here to make sure you’re happy.”

He paused, his tone hardening slightly. “If Dad doesn’t love you anymore, just know there’s someone who loves you more than that jerk ever could.” Lifting her chin gently, he met her gaze. “And that’s me.”

Margaret’s lips curved into a tender smile. She reached up, cupping his face in her hands. “I know,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “And I’m so lucky for that.” Her fingers brushed his cheeks, no longer the soft, rounded ones she used to pinch when he was younger, but sharper, more defined with age.

As Margaret began to pull her hand from his face, James gently caught it, guiding it back. “Not yet,” he said, his smile soft and warm. “I love feeling your hand on my cheek.” He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. “I just don’t get why Dad would cheat. Doesn’t he see how beautiful you are?”

Margaret’s lips curved into a faint smile, the sorrow in her eyes softening into a glimmer of warmth. She gave his cheek a gentle pinch. “You’re such a flatterer,” she said quietly, her voice tender.

“I’m not,” James replied earnestly. “You may be older now, with a few wrinkles, but that doesn’t change a thing. You’ve always been beautiful inside and out and you always will be.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and Margaret leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling him into a tight embrace. Her head rested in the crook of his neck as James’s hands moved gently up and down her back, comforting and steady.

“I love you, Mom,” he said, his voice brimming with sincerity. “I really do.” The love, admiration, and protectiveness toward his mother shone in his eyes clearly and unwavering.

“I love you too, son, so much.”

James and his mother lay on the bed, enveloped in the quiet comfort of the room. A gentle silence settled over them, as if they’d slipped into a world apart.

The only sounds were the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in unison.

“Mom,” James said softly, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air. Margaret let out a gentle hum in response.

“Can I do something to make you feel better?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Margaret looked up at him, her lips curving into a tender smile.

“You’re already doing that, honey,” she murmured. “Just being here with me, sharing this moment it warms my heart.”

“I mean, can I kiss you?” James asked softly. Margaret hesitated for a moment, considering his request. Assuming he meant a kiss on the cheek, she nodded with a gentle smile.

“Okay, honey,” she said softly, tilting her head to offer her cheek. But James gently turned her face toward him and pressed his lips to hers in a tender, unexpected kiss.

Margaret froze as her son’s lips met hers, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. Yet, instead of pulling away, she softened, letting herself linger in the tender moment.

James’s hands gently caressed her back, his touch warm and comforting. He deepened the kiss, their lips moving in a tender rhythm as their hearts beat in unison.

Gently, James guided his mother down onto the soft mattress, hovering over her while keeping their kiss unbroken. Margaret’s hands instinctively slid around his son’s neck, her legs wrapping around his waist as she drew him closer.

James felt the soft, warm press of his mother’s breasts against him, a closeness that sent a spark through him. His hands were restless, eager to move. He slipped them under her nightgown, fingers grazing her smooth sides, a bit shaky from the thrill.

He moved up slowly, enjoying the feel, until his palms reached the lacy edge of her bra, tight against her curves. His fingers spread, cupping her through the fabric, feeling her fullness, thumbs tracing the bra’s seams like he was exploring her.

Their kiss broke, both gasping, lips still tingling from the heat. James didn’t hesitate his fingers hooked the bra straps, tugging them down with a quick, slightly clumsy pull, letting her breasts spill free inside the loose nightgown.

His hands were back fast, sliding over her bare skin, palms wrapping around her breasts. He squeezed gently at first, then firmer, fingers pressing just enough to feel her warmth. His thumbs moved back and forth, drawing small circles, lost in her softness.

Margaret let out a low, hungry moan, her hips lifting, rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants, making his hands grip tighter, moving with her rhythm.

The raw heat of their bodies took over, and James’s hips started moving, grinding against his mother slowly at first, feeling the friction. His need kicked in, and he sped up, thrusting quick and desperate. Margaret’s moans grew louder, her head tilting back, eyes half-closed. Her hips pushed up to match her son’s, keeping up with the fast pace of his dry humping.

James kept grinding against his mother, his hips moving with desperate need. He kissed her face, neck, and cleavage, lips brushing her skin in a rush of affection. Propping himself up on his arms, he gazed down at her, his eyes burning with a promise to make her forget her cheating husband.

He leaned In, capturing her lips in a hot, hungry kiss. As their mouths moved together, his hands fumbled with his pants, the tight fabric painful against his hard dick.

Sucking on her tongue, he shoved his pants down, kicking them off the bed, leaving just his boxers, the outline of his erection clear. He broke the kiss and reached for the hem of his mother’s nightgown, starting to pull it up. Suddenly her hand grabbed his, stopping Him, their eyes meeting, Margaret’s hesitant at first, but then she nodded, letting him tug the gown up and off, tossing it aside.

James’s eyes roamed over his mother’s bare breasts. Despite her age, they were still full, sagging just a bit, and he couldn’t look away. He slid her bra off completely, then glanced back at her face, her mouth slightly open. Leaning down, he kissed one breast, sucking and teasing it with his lips while his hand cupped the other, squeezing and lightly tapping it.

Margaret moaned, feeling the skill in her son’s touch. Her hands gripped his head, pulling him closer, like she wanted him to take more of her breast into his mouth.

Margaret’s head swayed side to side as her son lavished her breasts, giving each equal devotion. She shivered when he nipped her nipples, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

James pulled back from her breasts, trailing kisses along the tender curve beneath them, descending slowly. His lips brushed her pelvic bone, teasing, making her legs tremble. He tugged her black panties down to her knees, revealing her bare pussy, a neat patch of hair above it.

James pressed his nose into his mother’s bush, inhaling her raw, natural scent, drawing a sharp gasp from her. His nose grazed downward, brushing her swollen clit. He lingered, breathing her in deeply before pressing his lips and tongue fully against her pussy.

Margaret moaned loudly, her hands clutching the bedsheets, teeth gritted, as James savored her. He kept a slow, deliberate rhythm at first, then devoured her with hunger, her thighs clamping tight around his head.

James gripped his mother’s thighs, prying them apart as she tried to squeeze them shut. He sucked and nibbled her clit, relentless, until his mother cried out, hips bucking into his mouth as her second orgasm hit. James didn’t stop. He slid one finger into her pussy, then added another, then a third, pumping them in and out while devouring her.

Margaret lay there, trembling, moaning, lost in pleasure, her husband Jayson a distant memory. Her mouth hung open, overwhelmed, like she was possessed.

James’s fingers were slick, gliding inside her wet folds. A few minutes later, he stopped and knelt back, admiring his mother’s aroused body. Margaret was still sexy, her tummy a bit soft, but damn, she was a hot milf.

He inched forward, kneeling with his legs on either side of her head. Margaret’s hazy eyes locked on her son’s huge erection, straining through his damp boxers, he might’ve come while eating her out. James leaned down, hands gripping the headboard, pressing his bulge against his mother’s face.

Margaret’s pussy dripped as she opened her mouth, kissing and sucking his dick through the boxers, the musky, manly scent driving her wild.

Margaret grabbed the waistband of her son’s boxers and tugged them down his hips, her fingers brushing his skin. His cock, hard and slick with precum, sprang free and smacked her cheek, leaving a faint wet mark.

She didn’t flinch instead, she gripped it with one hand, her fingers barely wrapping around its thick girth. She pressed it to her face, nuzzling it like she couldn’t get enough, breathing in the raw, musky scent of his arousal that made her head spin.

She started slow, licking from the base up to the tip, her tongue tracing the veins, making James let out a low, “Oh, fuck—” His voice cut off as his mother took him into her mouth, the warmth and tightness making his knees buckle. He couldn’t help himself his hips jerked forward, thrusting into her, and she gagged, her throat making wet “glk guh, glk guh” sounds as she tried to keep up.

James glanced down, seeing her lips stretched around his cock, saliva dripping down her chin, pooling at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were half-closed, focused, as she worked him. He kept going, fucking her mouth, his pelvis grinding against her face, his coarse pubes brushing her nose with each deep thrust.

His mother’s hands pushed at his hips, a gentle nudge for air. When his cock slipped out, she coughed, gasping, her eyes teary and cheeks flushed.

A string of spit hung between her lips and his tip. James slid down the bed, leveling with her face, and kissed her hard, tasting the mix of her saliva and his own saltiness on her lips, his hands cradling her jaw as their tongues tangled.

James kissed her forehead, his lips soft against her skin, then gently rolled her onto her side to spoon her. He pressed a warm kiss to the back of her neck, his breath tickling her as he wrapped his arms around her, hands finding her tits and squeezing them firmly.

Margaret sighed, arching a bit, then lifted one leg over her son’s hip, wiggling her ass back until it nudged against his rock-hard cock, the heat of it making her bite her lip.

James slid one hand down his mother’s body, fingers trailing over her stomach until they reached her pussy. He tapped it lightly, teasing her folds, and Margaret’s gasped, grinding her ass harder against his cock, feeling it throb against her. James gripped the leg his mother had draped over him, pulling it higher to open her up. He shifted forward, his cock brushing her entrance, searching. Margaret reached down, her fingers fumbling to grab his thick shaft, guiding it to her pussy. She pushed back as he thrust forward, but he was so big it didn’t slide in easily.

James let go of her leg and took his cock in hand, steadying it as he pressed his hips forward, slowly working the head inside his mother’s tight entrance. Margaret let out a sharp cry, her hand pressing against his hip to slow him down as the stretch burned.

She’s so fucking tight, James thought, realizing she probably hadn’t been fucked like this in a while. He eased in a bit more, careful but firm.

“Ahh … ohh,” Margaret moaned, her voice shaky as half her son’s cock filled her, her walls gripping him hard. James leaned in, his lips brushing the side of her head, his breath hot against her ear.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so good mom,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, before pushing deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. Margaret’s body shuddered, her breath hitching as she adjusted to his size. James lifted her leg again, holding it up in the air, and started thrusting, keeping a slow, steady rhythm, letting her feel every inch of him.

James pulled his mother’s waist tight against his body, his grip firm as he sped up, going from slow thrusts to hard, pounding ones. His balls smacked against her pussy with each deep drive, the wet slaps echoing in the room.

Margaret bit her lip hard, trying to muffle her moans, worried someone might hear even though they were alone. James leaned in, biting her neck, leaving red hickeys as he slammed his cock into her dripping pussy, the slick sounds mixing with her gasps.

“Ohhh … fuck … please…” Margaret moaned, her voice shaky, egging him on. James could tell he was hitting his mother’s sweet spot, driving her wild with every thrust. Her mouth hung open, like she couldn’t even form words anymore.

The bedsheets were a tangled mess under them, bunched up from their movements. James kept pounding, watching his mother’s eyes roll back as her pussy clenched tight around his cock, signaling another orgasm hell, he’d lost count of how many times she’d come.

“Ahhh … yes … fuck,” James growled, teeth gritted as his own climax built. But just before he lost it, he rolled onto his back, pulling Margaret on top of him, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. He spread his legs wide, knees bent, and thrust up into her pussy with raw intensity, the bed creaking under them.

His hands grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, fingers digging into her soft skin as he pounded upward. His mother could only moan, her body shaking as she squirted, her juices soaking him.

“Fuck yes!” James growled, putting every ounce of strength into thrusting into his mother’s cunt. His hips surged upward, nearly lifting them both off the bed as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her close, his muscles tensing for his climax. “Fuck … ohhh … shit!” he groaned loudly, exploding inside her, making sure his cock was buried as deep as it could go, his body shuddering with the release.

James and Margaret stayed locked in that position, chests heaving as they caught their breath. Their bodies were slick with sweat, skin glistening from the intense fucking, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

James cock, softening now, slipped out of his mother with a wet sound, and a thick stream of cum leaked from her pussy, dripping first onto James’s thighs, warm and slick, before trickling down to pool on the crumpled, sweat-soaked sheets beneath them, forming a small, sticky puddle.

James gently flipped Margaret so she was still on top but now facing him, her body pressed close. Her eyes drooped with exhaustion, sweat still clinging to her skin. James leaned in, kissing her forehead softly. “I love you, mom,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of love.

Jayson stumbled home late, as usual, reeking of whiskey and barely able to keep his balance as he fumbled with the bedroom door. He clumsily climbed onto the bed next to his wife, Margaret, who was fast asleep. His hand brushed against something sticky and wet on the sheets, but he was too drunk to care or notice, collapsing with a heavy thud beside her.

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