Mom was sad for mother’s day, so i made her happy
The smell of garlic and rosemary wafted through the kitchen as I flipped the sizzling steak in the pan, the sound of jazz drifting softly from the living room. Mom sat at the table, her red wine glass halfway to her lips, her expression a mix of gratitude and lingering disappointment. Her long, auburn hair was swept over one shoulder, and she wore the black dress she’d picked out for her date with Dad—strapless and hugging her curves in all the right places. Even in her sadness, she looked stunning.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” she said, her voice warm but tinged with regret.
I glanced over my shoulder, flashing her a smile. “Of course I did. Dad might’ve bailed, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a special night.”
She sighed, swirling the wine in her glass. “I was really looking forward to tonight. He hasn’t taken me out in months.”
I turned off the stove and plated the steak, adding a side of roasted vegetables and a dollop of mashed potatoes. “Well, tonight’s about you. No work, no stress—just you enjoying yourself.”
As I set the plate in front of her, her eyes lit up. “This looks amazing. You’ve really outdone yourself.”
I sat down across from her, raising my own glass of wine. “To the best mom in the world.”
She clinked her glass against mine, her smile widening. “Thank you, sweetheart. This means more than you know.”
We ate in comfortable silence, the jazz music filling the space between us. Every so often, I’d catch her staring at me, her eyes softening with affection. When we finished, she insisted on helping me clean up, but I gently pushed her toward the living room.
“Go relax,” I said. “I’ve got this.”
She hesitated but finally gave in, sinking into the plush couch. By the time I joined her, she’d kicked off her heels and was leaning back, her dress riding up slightly to reveal the smooth curve of her thigh. I cleared my throat, trying to focus.
“Dance with me,” I said suddenly, holding out my hand.
Her eyebrows shot up. “Dance?”
“Why not? We’ve got the music. Might as well make the most of it.”
She laughed—a light, melodic sound that sent a shiver down my spine—and took my hand. I pulled her to her feet, my other hand finding her waist as she placed hers on my shoulder. We swayed to the rhythm, her body pressing gently against mine.
“This is nice,” she murmured, her breath warm against my neck.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “Yeah. It is.”
Her fingers traced small circles on my shoulder, and I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Our steps slowed, until we were barely moving, just holding each other. Her head rested against my chest, and I could smell the sweet, floral scent of her perfume.
“You’re such a good son,” she whispered.
I hesitated, then leaned down, brushing my lips against her temple. “Anything for you, Mom.”
She tilted her head up, her eyes searching mine. For a moment, neither of us moved, the air thick with something unspoken. Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, our lips met.
It was soft at first—a tentative, almost innocent kiss. But then her hands slid up to cup my face, and I felt her tongue gently pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth, letting her deepen the kiss, a moan escaping her throat. My hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer, our bodies flush against each other.
When we finally broke apart, she was breathless, her cheeks flushed. “We shouldn’t…” she started, but her voice lacked conviction.
“Why not?” I asked, my voice low. “It’s just us. No one has to know.”
She hesitated, her eyes darting to the side. Then, as if making a decision, she grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Her hands roamed over my chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin. I groaned, my cock already hardening in my pants.
“You’re so handsome,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of my abs.
I reached behind her, unzipping her dress in one smooth motion. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her in a black lace bra and matching panties. My breath hitched. She was even more beautiful than I’d imagined.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Take me to bed.”
Without another word, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples already hard with arousal.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my cock twitching as I gazed at her. She reached out, wrapping her hand around my shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. I groaned, my hips thrusting involuntarily into her hand.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes dark with desire.
I climbed onto the bed, settling between her legs. Her panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to her wetness. I hooked my fingers into the sides, pulling them down and tossing them aside. Her pussy glistened, her folds swollen and inviting.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to her inner thigh. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as I kissed and nibbled my way up to her core. When my tongue finally touched her clit, she arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping her lips.
“Oh God,” she panted, her hips bucking against my face.
I licked and sucked her, reveling in her taste, her scent, the way her body writhed beneath me. Her moans grew louder, her fingers tightening in my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot that made her cry out.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m so close.”
I doubled down, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around my head, her thighs squeezing tight as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
When she finally relaxed, I crawled up her body, my cock pressing against her entrance. She reached between us, guiding me to her, her eyes locked on mine.
“I need you,” she whispered.
I pushed into her slowly, savoring the way her tight, wet heat enveloped me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice rough with desire.
I started to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. Her hands roamed over my back, her nails digging into my skin as I filled her completely. Her moans were music to my ears, each one driving me closer to the edge.
“You feel so good,” she panted, her hips rising to meet mine.
I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider as I increased my pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with her breathless cries. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close again.
“Come for me,” I urged, my voice strained.
Her head fell back, her body tensing as she came, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my own orgasm crashing over me as I spilled inside her.
We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies intertwined, our breathing ragged. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite place.
“That was…” she trailed off, her voice soft.
“Yeah,” I agreed, my heart still racing.
She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “We can’t tell your father.”
“I know,” I said, my voice steady.
She nodded, her expression serious. But then her lips curved into a small, secretive smile, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. “Are you gonna fuck me again.”
She shifted on the bed, her body still trembling slightly from our last encounter. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry, as she bit her lower lip. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
I shook my head, my cock already hardening again at the mere thought of what was to come. “Not even close,” I growled, my voice thick with desire.
She grinned, rolling over onto her stomach, her ass lifting toward me in a way that made my breath catch. “Then show me what you’ve got,” she said, her tone teasing but her body language anything but. She propped herself up on her elbows, her hips elevated, her perfect round ass on full display. My hands instinctively reached out, gripping her hips, squeezing the soft flesh there. She let out a low moan, pushing back against my touch.
I knelt behind her, my cock already throbbing with anticipation. I trailed my hands down her back, feeling the curve of her spine, the warmth of her skin, and the way her body shivered under my touch. I leaned down, planting a trail of soft kisses along her shoulder blade, my lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her gasp. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my voice hoarse.
“Don’t make me wait,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.
I didn’t. I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her slick entrance. I gripped her hips tighter, holding her steady as I pushed forward, sliding into her with one smooth, deliberate stroke. She cried out, her back arching, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her. “Fuck,” she moaned, her voice breaking.
I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to me, feeling the way her hot, tight walls clenched around me. “You feel so good,” I groaned, my voice strained. I pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, harder this time, driving myself deeper into her. She gasped, her body shaking beneath me, her ass pressing back against my hips.
“Again,” she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.
I obeyed, my hips moving in a steady rhythm now, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us. My hands shifted, one moving to her shoulder to hold her steady, the other gripping the curve of her ass. I could feel the way her body tightened around me with every stroke, could hear the way her breath hitched with every deep, powerful thrust.
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice rising in pitch. “Oh God, yes. Just like that.”
I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, my breath hot against her ear. “You like that, don’t you?” I murmured, my voice low and rough.
“I love it,” she gasped, her words barely coherent. “I love it so much.”
I shifted slightly, changing the angle of my thrusts, driving myself even deeper into her. She cried out, her body jerking beneath me, her hands clawing at the sheets. “Fuck, yes!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with raw need. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. My hips moved faster now, my cock slamming into her with a force that left us both breathless. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with the symphony of her moans and my groans. I could feel my own climax building, could feel the way her body was tightening around me, signaling that she was close too.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” I growled, my voice thick with desire. “Come for me.”
She let out a guttural moan, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. Her walls clamped down on me, milking my cock in a way that pushed me over the edge. My hips jerked forward one last time, and I buried myself deep inside her as my own release hit me like a tidal wave. I groaned, my body trembling as I came, spilling myself into her in hot, pulsing waves.
For a moment, we stayed like that, our bodies pressed together, our breathing ragged and uneven. Then, slowly, I pulled out of her, collapsing onto the bed beside her. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes half-lidded, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “That was incredible,” she whispered.
“You’re incredible,” I replied, my voice still rough. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering against her cheek.
She leaned into my touch, her smile widening. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?” she asked again, her voice teasing but her eyes filled with a hunger that matched my own.
I grinned, my hand sliding down to cup her breast, feeling the way her nipple hardened under my touch. “Not even close,” I said, my voice low and promising. “I’m just getting started.”
Her eyes darkened, and she rolled onto her back, her legs spreading slightly as she looked up at me. “Then show me,” she said, her voice soft but filled with undeniable need.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “Let’s take this to the shower.” Her breath hitched, and before she could respond, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her bridal style toward the bathroom. She clung to me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I walked, her body warm and soft against mine.
The bathroom was steamy, the air thick with the scent of lavender from the soap she loved. I set her down gently, her feet barely touching the tile floor before I pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Her hands roamed over my chest, her touch electric, sending shivers down my spine. I reached behind her, turning on the shower, the sound of the water hitting the tiles like a drumbeat, steady and rhythmic.
“Get in,” I commanded, my voice low and thick with desire. She nodded, her eyes locked on mine as she stepped into the shower, the water cascading over her skin, catching the light and making her glisten like a goddess. I followed her, the warmth of the water enveloping us as I pressed her against the wall, my hands exploring every inch of her body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the water and her skin, a combination that was intoxicating. She moaned, her head tilting back, giving me better access as my hands cupped her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples until they were hard peaks.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “I need you.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I turned her around, pressing her chest against the cool tiles, my hands gripping her hips as I positioned myself behind her. “You ready?” I asked, my voice a growl in her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands bracing against the wall. I entered her slowly, savoring the tightness, the way her body stretched to accommodate me. She let out a moan, a sound that was pure music to my ears, and I began to move, my hips slamming into hers with a force that echoed through the bathroom.
The sound of our bodies meeting was loud, the slapping of skin against skin mixing with the water hitting the tiles. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her body responding to every thrust, every movement. She was panting, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as I fucked her harder and harder, my grip on her hips tightening.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her voice trembling. “Don’t stop!”
I didn’t plan on it. I was lost in her, in the way she felt around me, in the way she moved with me, as if we were one. I reached around, my hand finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts, feeling her body tighten, her orgasm building.
Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open. I froze, my body still buried deep inside her, as my father stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the only sound the water hitting the tiles and our heavy breathing.
I turned my head, still deep inside her, and smiled at him. “Hey, Dad,” I said, my voice casual, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “Mom and I were just having some fun. You should see how much better I fuck her than you.”
Her body quivered around me in a mix of shock and arousal, and I felt her clench tighter, as if the audacity of the moment only fueled her pleasure. Her breath hitched, her back arching slightly as her fingers pressed harder into the tiled wall.
My father’s face went from stunned to furious, his jaw tightening as he took a step forward. “What the hell is going on here?” he barked, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.
I didn’t falter. Instead, I adjusted my grip on her hips and began moving again, slow at first, then with a deliberate rhythm that made her gasp. My eyes stayed locked on my father as I spoke, my voice steady and dripping with defiance. “You had your chance, Dad. Thought work was more important, huh? Well, Mom’s been lonely. I’m just giving her what she needs.”
Her moan escaped, low and throaty, as I thrust deeper, my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her legs shake. Her head dropped forward, her wet hair clinging to her back as she let out a whimper. “Oh, yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Don’t stop, baby.”
My father stood frozen, his face red with rage, but he didn’t move to stop us. Maybe it was shock, or maybe just maybe, he was watching, unable to look away. I smirked, my confidence growing as I felt her tighten around me, her body building toward another orgasm.
“See that, Dad?” I taunted, my voice low and mocking. “That’s what she looks like when someone actually takes care of her. Maybe you should’ve been here instead of chasing whatever it is you think’s so important.”
Her breath hitched, and she let out a moan that echoed off the walls, her body trembling as she came, her walls clamping down on me like a vise. I groaned, feeling my own release building, my thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.
“That’s it, Mom,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “Come for me. Let him see how good I make you feel.”
She cried out, her nails scraping against the tiles as her body convulsed with pleasure. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my own orgasm crashing over me as I buried myself as deep as I could, my release spilling inside her.
My father’s voice finally broke through the haze of pleasure, sharp and livid. “Get the hell out of here!”
I pulled out slowly, my cock still throbbing, and turned to face him, my smirk unwavering. “Why? I’m just getting started.” I reached for her, pulling her into my arms, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. “Mom and I have a lot more catching up to do. You can leave… or you can stay and watch. Your choice.”
Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling as she looked at my father, her eyes dark with a mix of satisfaction and something else—something defiant. “He’s right, honey,” she said, her voice soft but laced with a challenge. “You’ve been gone too long. Maybe it’s time you see what you’ve been missing.”
My father’s face twisted, but he didn’t move. I tilted my head, my smirk widening as I reached down, my hand sliding between her legs, feeling the slickness there. “Looks like Mom’s ready for more rounds,” I said, my voice dripping with confidence. “What’s it gonna be, Dad? You staying?”