Son's Gift to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
Mom let out a sigh and leaned back as she looked at the ceiling. Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes watering up. Seeing her like that postponed what I was planning to do next-get up and leave.
“Mom, please don’t cry.”
“I’m trying my hardest not to,” she said in the I’m-about-to-cry voice, stretching her eyes wide open as she wiped the corners of her eyes with a finger. “But this is so hard to deal with.” Tears trickled down mom’s face, regardless of her evident efforts in trying to stop them.
I felt like an absolute dick. I knew how hard it was for most women to deal with rejection. “Mom, you’re one of the most beautiful women I know. And if you weren’t my mom, then-”
“Then pretend I’m not.” She wiped her face. “Just for tonight. Please. Look, I’m even wearing that underwear that got you so excited in the changing room.” Mom pulled the sheet open and showed me her silk and polyester covered pussy, along with her smooth, toned and creamy legs, which sent a sudden jolt down my spine and caused my cock to twitch. Fuck.
But then I realised what she’d just said. “You noticed that?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded. “I pretended like I didn’t. But I did.”
I really didn’t know what to say, and my facial expression must’ve shown that.
“Please, Nick.” Mom placed her hand on the side of my face. “Make your mother happy,” she said softly, moved in and kissed me with those soft perfect lips of hers. “It’s your job.” She kissed me again.
Aww man. I really didn’t know what to do. This was mom-my mom for crying out loud! The woman who used to take care of me when I was sick, the woman who’d read me bedtime stories, the woman I shouldn’t even so much as think about having sex with. This was so wrong! So very wrong. And on more than one level.
But she looked so damn good! And the sensation of her lips coupled with the soft touch of her palm would’ve made Elton John think twice. Moreover, mom had a point; I had to abide by my new slogan and make my mom happy! I closed my eyes as I pulled her closer and reciprocated the kiss with passion.
“Aw, thank you.” She exhaled as our lips parted for a second. “Thank you so much,” she said through another interval between the sound of our lips smacking. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
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