Son's Gift to Mom
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
And to top it all off, you don’t even have the balls to tell me you’re not coming yourself! Like the coward you are! You have your son do your dirty work for you! Nick.” She started snapping her fingers, making me raise my head. “Bring that thing here, whatever it is.” Mom walked up to me and snatched it from my hand before I could even get up.
“I’ve got your so-called gift in my hand right now, buddy.” She walked over to her window. “Well guess what? I don’t want it!” Mom tossed it through her open window, sending it into our backyard. “Uhhnngg, I can’t believe you would do this to me! Peter, you’re such a fucking pig!”
The pitch of mom’s voice kept rising as she stomped, waved her arm and insulted dad for what felt like an hour. I’m pretty sure it was only a couple of minutes though.
“And don’t ever bother coming back home, because you’ve fucked me for the last time! Literally and figuratively, motherfucker!” Her phone was the next thing that was flung into the backyard.
“Uuhhh!! That bastard!”
Mom stood still for a few seconds, looking at the floor with her arms folded and was panting like she’d just won the hundred meter sprint in the Olympics. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. What could I do or say?
“I’m sorry you had to hear that, Nick.” In a twitchy manner, she began moving her hand over her bright red forehead and cheeks. “And for throwing the gift you bought me out the window like that.”
“It’s okay, mom.”
“No, it’s not okay.” She shook her head. “But, could you ... could you please give me a few minutes to compose myself?”
“No problem, mom.” I got up and walked out of the room.
Man, that was intense! I thought after closing the door behind me. I mean, I knew she wasn’t going to take the news very well. But here’s the thing, I wasn’t expecting to see that reaction, because it wasn’t customary for mom to go off at dad like that. In fact, it was the first time I’d ever seen it.
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