Chapter 2: The Most Loved One

The bed creaked steadily as Henry spooned Julia from behind. He held her close, his chest tight against her back. One arm went under her neck. His hand reached around and firmly held her soft, heavy breast that lay on the mattress. He squeezed it slowly with every roll of his hips.

His other hand gripped her hip. He pulled her back onto him with each deep thrust.

Julia’s breaths came in shaky gasps, her body trembling against his.

“Ohhh ... Henry ... baby ... please...” she moaned softly, voice breaking. “Take a break ... ahh ... it’s too much ... mmm ... I need a moment...”

Henry didn’t listen. He tightened his hold around her and kept the steady rhythm, slow but unrelenting. His free hand moved up to her face, fingers brushing her lips before he pushed two inside her mouth. She closed around them instinctively, sucking lightly, her moans muffled.

“Mmmph ... mmm...”

Just then, Henry’s phone—right beside her head on the bed—started ringing, the screen lighting up the dim room. The name flashed clear: Dad.

Julia’s eyes snapped open. The phone was inches from her face. Panic flooded her expression.

“No ... Henry—” she tried to whisper around his fingers, eyes wide with terror.

Before she could say more, Henry reached over her and answered the call, putting it on speaker. He placed the phone on speaker right beside her head on the bed, close enough to catch every sound.

“Hey, Dad,” he said calmly, voice steady—even as he slowed his thrusts to a deep, grinding roll, never stopping. His cock stayed buried fully inside her.

Julia froze completely. Something shifted inside her—fear, shame, the sheer terror of being caught—and her pussy clenched hard around him, walls gripping tighter than ever, sucking and pulsing as if trying to pull him deeper.

Henry groaned softly, barely audible. He loved it.

His dad’s voice came through the phone, happy and unaware. “Hey, son! Just checking in—how’s everything at home?”

Julia quickly put both hands over her mouth to stop any sound. Tears formed in her eyes. Her body shook, but she stayed still.

Henry kept moving slowly inside her.

“Everything’s great, Dad,” he said. “Really close with Mum these days.”

He pushed deep again, making her body jolt a little.

Julia whimpered quietly into her hands, trapped and terrified, while her son kept fucking her right next to the phone. His cock grinding steadily as he held the phone close.

His dad’s voice came through, full of worry. “Hey, son. I’ve been trying to reach your mum all day, but she’s not picking up. It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m stuck here overseas again ... I feel terrible. I know she’s probably really upset with me right now. How’s she holding up? Is she okay?”

Henry looked down at Julia. Tears glistened in her wide eyes, spilling silently down her cheeks. Not from loneliness this time, but from the desperate effort to stay quiet. Her lips trembled under her hands, body shaking with every slow thrust he gave her. She looked so cute—helpless, flushed, trying so hard not to moan while her only son fucked her deep on Valentine’s Day.

He smiled a little, voice calm and steady.

“Yeah, Dad ... she’s pretty upset today, as usual,” he said. “Really pissed you couldn’t make it home for Valentine’s.”

Julia’s pussy clenched again at the words, another tear slipping free.

Henry pushed in deeper, slow and deliberate.

“But don’t worry,” he continued, tone reassuring. “I’ve been taking good care of her. Keeping her close. Making sure she gets everything she needs on this special day.”

His dad sighed on the line. “Thanks, son. Tell her I’m sorry, okay? I’ll make it up to her when I get back.”

Henry’s hand tightened on Julia’s breast, thumb brushing her hard nipple.

“I’ll tell her,” he said softly. “But you know how she is ... she needs a lot of attention right now. I’m giving it to her every minute.”

Julia bit down on her palm, a tiny, muffled whimper escaping as Henry rolled his hips again—slow, deep, claiming.

His dad chuckled weakly. “You’re a good kid. Thanks for looking after her.”

Henry leaned down, lips near Julia’s ear, voice low enough only she could hear the truth beneath the words.

“Anytime, Dad,” he said into the phone. “She’s in good hands.”

With one sudden, hard push, he thrust deep into her, hitting that spot inside that made her lose control.

Julia let out a loud, sharp moan—”Ahhh!”—before she could stop it.

On the phone, his dad’s voice cut in, worried. “Henry? What was that noise?”

Henry smiled, voice calm. “Oh, that was Mum. She’s right here with me.”

Julia’s eyes went wide in pure panic. She stared at him, shaking her head a little, terrified. He was playing with fire now, and she knew it.

His dad sounded even more concerned. “Is she okay? Put her on, son.”

Henry kept the slow rhythm, grinding deep. “She’s ... really upset, Dad. She heard your voice and started crying again. You know how she gets every Valentine’s Day when you’re not here.”

Julia bit her lip hard, tears spilling faster, trying with everything she had to stay quiet.

His dad’s voice cracked with guilt. “God, I feel awful. Tell her I’m sorry. Do something for her, please—anything to make her feel better.”

Henry shifted quickly. He pulled out just long enough to flip Julia onto her hands and knees on the bed. She got on all fours, back arched, ass raised high, legs spread wide.

He placed the phone on speaker right below her on the mattress, close enough to catch every sound.

Then he grabbed her full ass with both hands, spread her, and pushed deep inside with one strong move.

Julia moaned again—”Ohhh...”—loud and helpless, but she quickly pressed her face into the pillow, trying harder than ever to stay quiet.

His dad sounded devastated. “She’s crying ... I can hear her. I’m so sorry, son.”

Henry started fucking her slow but full—long, deep thrusts that filled her completely each time, his hips slapping softly against her ass.

“Yeah, Dad ... she’s like this every year on Valentine’s Day,” he said, voice steady. “Really misses you.”