Son's Gift to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Next Day: My Parents’ Anniversary
Dressed in a shirt and boxers, I stretched my back with a yawn and rolled out of bed. Once I brushed my teeth and splashed some water onto my face, I headed downstairs. As I approached the kitchen I was struck by the smell of bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausages and toast which filled the air.
I closed my eyes as I inhaled through my nose to take it all in. “Mmmhh.”
I stepped into the kitchen thereafter and discovered that mom was the chef responsible for the mouth-watering combination of smells. She was standing over the stove and was dressed in a white silk robe, which complemented her curvy frame to perfection.
Even though I was her son, I wasn’t afraid to admit it; mom had a great body. And it was the reward she got for all the exercising she did. Mom also had her longish dark brown hair tied up behind her head, and was dancing in a subtle manner as she hummed the lyrics of a Taylor Swift song which played from her radio.
I couldn’t help but chuckle before I walked up to her and greeted mom by kissing her on the cheek. I then grabbed the coffee pot, filled up a cup and sat down by the kitchen table.
“You arrived right on time.” With a bright smile, mom approached the table holding a pan and spatula.
“You can say that again.” I looked at the table covered in food. It was a feast fit for a king! And at the centre of it all stood a tall glass vase, which was filled up by a bouquet of freshly cut sunflowers. Mom must’ve gotten them from our garden. “This looks great, mom.”
“Thank you, dear.” She pushed the batch of eggs she’d scrambled onto a plate, and then made her way to the sink to put the pan and spatula away.
“I just hope you don’t expect us to finish it all.”
“I don’t know why I got so carried away.” Mom smiled with a shrug, removed her apron and then sat down on the opposite side of the table. “So, my prince,” she grabbed a slice of toast, “what’re your plans for today?”
“Umm.” I added some sugar to my creamy cup of coffee. “I ... guess I don’t have any plans for today.”
“Really?” Mom looked a little surprised. I couldn’t blame her though. Normally around about this time I’d be calling my best friend Calvin up to find out which event we’d be going to. But he had to be at his grandmother’s funeral. “Then how would you like to spend the day with me?”
“I don’t see why not.” I shrugged as I stirred my cup.
“Good. It’s been a while since we’ve had a nice mother and son day.” She grabbed a knife and sliced a piece out the slab of butter.
“What did you have in mind?” I took a sip.
“I just need to do a little bit of shopping,” mom buttered her toast, “nothing big, just an anniversary gift for your father and a clothing item or two. Then ... we’ll just wing it.” She shrugged.
“Sounds like a plan.”