Son's Gift to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
Then a golden idea came to me. I’d simply go back upstairs, leave it in ... let’s say; my desk drawer. And when dad calls me looking for it, I’d simply tell him where he could find it. Brilliant. I grabbed the dark blue box and opened the car door. But before I could get out the sound of my ringtone went off.
“Hmm.” I pulled out my smartphone, pressed the answer button and placed it against my ear. “Hello.”
“Nick, it’s me.”
“Oh, hey dad.” I recognized his voice. “Where are you? The airport? I’ve got mom’s gift in my hand right now.”
“Yea, that’s what I’m calling you about, bud.” He sighed. “I’m still in New York.”
My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach. I couldn’t believe my ears. “New York? Dad, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” I shook my head.
“Yea, sadly ... I’m not.”
“You were supposed to get on your plane last night.”
“I know, I know, son. But a problem came up in the stock market right before I could. And I needed to stay here, so I can weather the storm the company’s about to go through.”
Aww man. “Dad ... mom’s gonna be crushed.”
“Yea, that’s why I called you.” He sighed. “I’m hoping that gift you bought her will cushion the blow.”
I raised mom’s gift with my left hand as I took a look at it. But then the subtext in dad’s last sentence suddenly dawned on me. “Wait a minute. You want me to tell her?”
“Do me this favour, bud.”
Aww man. Could this day become any more challenging? I sighed and dropped my head before I said, “Fine.”
“That’s my boy. I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”
“Cool.”
“Hopefully, I’ll see you in a month’s time ... when business is a little bit better. Oh yea and Nick, tell Rachel I said I’m sorry.”
Once I said goodbye to dad and put my phone away, I pulled out a cigarette and sparked it in my car as I mulled over how I would break the news to mom. I also called Matt and told him I wouldn’t be able to make it to the party. I thought it was a better idea if I spent the night with mom, instead of her having to sit at home alone on the night of her anniversary.
I felt so sorry for her. And right then and there I made myself a promise; I’d never do what dad was doing to mom, to whoever my future wife would be. I extinguished my cigarette, took a swing of my Red Bull and grabbed mom’s gift before I climbed out of the car. Then I headed back upstairs, took a deep breath and exhaled before I knocked on mom’s door.
“This is gonna suck,” I muttered.
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