Son's Gift to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When Nick’s father calls unexpectedly one quiet Friday night, it seems like a simple request: buy a gift for his mother ahead of their long-awaited anniversary. But with his father gone most of the year and only rare visits home, Nick has long carried the weight of emotional closeness with the one woman who raised him—his beautiful, devoted, and lonely mother. As memories of their once inseparable bond come flooding back, Nick begins to notice what he had long ignored…
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Workplace Incest Mother Son Spanking Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Slow
The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that only came late at night. I glanced at the calendar pinned beside my desk—it was Friday. I reached for the water bottle next to my lamp and took two mouthfuls, the cool liquid grounding me for a moment.
Turning toward the wall clock, I noticed the time: 10:41 PM. I sighed. I’d been at my desk for nearly two hours, buried in textbooks, highlighting lines I probably wouldn’t remember by morning. My eyes stung from the strain, and the tight knot in my shoulders begged for a break.
I leaned back, stretched with a yawn, and opened the drawer to grab a cigarette and my lighter. Just as I was about to head out for a smoke, my phone buzzed against the desk. The ringtone sliced through the silence.
“Dad”
His name flashed across the screen, along with a picture from a few birthdays ago. It surprised me—he hadn’t called in weeks. I stared at the phone for a second before finally answering.
“Anyway Nick, I don’t have much time and I need you to do me a favour.”
“Umm, okay, sure.” I shrugged. “What is it?”
“You know tomorrow’s your mother and I’s anniversary, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I need you to buy her a gift for me.”
“Why?” I lurched forward in my chair. “Aren’t you coming?”
“No, I am. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now. And now because my second assistant called in sick, it’s up to me to get her one. And I won’t have time to do that before I get on my plane.”
“Oh, okay.” I leaned back and started twisting my brown hair. “What do you want me to get her?”
“Umm ... anything you can think of,” dad sounded a little distracted. “Just make sure it’s nice. You can even use the card I gave you to use on emergencies. Money’s no object.”
“Cool, anything else?”
“No, that’s about it. Listen Nick, I’ve gotta run. Thanks son. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up before I could say goodbye.
I let out a sigh and laid my phone on my desk as I thought about the conversation I had. At that moment no hope I had held a candle to the one of my father arriving on the next day. Mom and I hadn’t seen him in over a year. I know; a year. Sounds crazy, right? But actually, it wasn’t all that crazy to us.
When I was about five years old my father and uncle took the family mining business over from grandpa. Ever since then dad ran the business and basically lived in New York, while my uncle watched over the company in Johannesburg. Mom and I stayed in Johannesburg too, so we only got the opportunity to see my father a few times a year.
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