Sinful Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Satya69
Chapter 2: Weekend Vibes
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Weekend Vibes - I'm Zihan, the model student: top of my class, class monitor, and a "good boy" in every sense of the word. My life is a straight-A report card, my only failing grade being my crippling timidity around girls. That was until Sam transferred into my school and, by some twist of fate, became my desk mate and a guest in my home. Sam is my complete opposite—confident, and effortlessly at ease with everyone, especially women. Under his wing, I start to shed my awkwardness
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic Slavery Heterosexual True Story Mystery School Workplace Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Incest Mother Son Rough Harem Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex Size Teacher/Student
“Time to get up!”
I was in the middle of a wonderful dream when a stern voice jolted me awake, followed by the covers being yanked off.
That voice was all too familiar—it was Mom’s.
Out of reflex, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I’ve always been a bit afraid of my mom—she’s been strict with me since I was little.
“What time is it already? Still in bed?” she said, walking over to pull open the curtains across from my bed. Outside, the sky was bright and sunny, and glaring sunlight streamed in.
“I know, I know,” I replied. I’m used to this from her—she always holds me to high standards, never letting me slack off even on weekends.
“Go wash up. Your dad and I are both off this week—a rare thing. We’ll head over to your grandpa’s place in a bit and come back tonight.” My mom smiled at me, her gentle gaze something I wasn’t quite used to.
“Ah, hehe, okay, Mom.” I grinned as I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Mom looks so pretty when she smiles—why does she have to be so strict with me all the time?
I’m already this old, but my mom still treats me like a kid, barging into my room without asking. Doesn’t she know about boundaries between men and women? But then again, it’s fine—she’s my own mother.
After finishing the breakfast Mom made, Dad drove us in his Toyota sedan to Grandpa’s house.
In the car, it suddenly hit me—today was the day of the League of Legends Season 10 finals. Seeing how happy Mom looked in the passenger seat, I thought if we couldn’t make it back in time, I’d just watch it on my phone at Grandpa’s place.
Thinking of my phone reminded me of the math problem Li Xiaojun had asked me about. I decided to solve it during the car ride and send her the answer.
“Thanks, Zihan! Zihan, any plans today? If not, wanna come to the beach with me?” Li Xiaojun texted me on WeChat.
“Emmm, don’t even ask. I’m heading to my grandpa’s with my parents,” I replied.
“Hehehe, seems like Zihan isn’t too willing to go,” she texted back.
“I was planning to watch the League of Legends match tonight, but my mom dragged me out of bed early this morning...” I replied.
“Giggle, okay then. If you’re free tomorrow, come to the beach with me, Zihan,” she sent again.
“Emm, alright. If my mom doesn’t have other plans for me tomorrow, I’ll come find you.”
“Deal.”
Li Xiaojun replied. How could I refuse such a warm invitation from a girl? Besides, Li Xiaojun is quite pretty. Even though her chest isn’t as full as those TikTok girls, my homeroom teacher, or my mom, she still looks adorable in her school uniform with those slight curves.
Ugh, what am I thinking? I glanced at Mom in the passenger seat—thankfully, she hadn’t noticed.
After over an hour, we arrived at the outskirts, some distance from the city. Dad pulled the car up in front of a farmhouse beside a colorful flower field, where Grandma stood waiting for us at the door.
As soon as I opened the car door, a wave of rich floral fragrance washed over me. Bathing in the scent felt incredibly soothing—luckily, no one in our family has pollen allergies.
“Grandma,” I called out as I walked over. Even though it was late October, it was still a bit muggy near the coast. For the visit to Grandpa’s, I was wearing a white T-shirt, black shorts, and a pair of Nike sandals.
“Mom,” my mother followed behind me, greeting Grandma.
My mom looked absolutely stunning today. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and she wore a sleeveless black-and-white floral dress. I couldn’t help but notice how her ample chest seemed to stretch the fabric of the dress.
On her feet were a pair of white flat sandals, and every inch of her exposed skin was fair and glowing.
She hadn’t applied any lipstick today, opting for only light makeup since my grandparents were around.
Even so, nothing could hide her natural charm. A gentle breeze brushed through the strands of hair on her forehead, and she gracefully tucked a few loose strands behind her ear with her slender fingers—an indescribable elegance.
“Oh, you’re here! Come on in,” Grandma said, spotting Mom and me. She took my hand and led us into the yard.
“Grandma, where’s Grandpa?” I asked. Grandma guided me to a chair in the yard, where a side table was piled high with fruits they had grown themselves.
“Your grandpa is over in the field tending to his flowers. You should go take a look later, Zihan. He’s planted so many varieties this year,” Grandma said warmly, her eyes kind. Grandpa’s field always had something different each year. This year, it was filled with flowers. In previous years, flower shops from the city would come to buy his blooms to sell in town.
“Sure, Grandma,” I replied, settling into the bamboo chair. I relaxed, enjoying the fruit, the gentle breeze, and the faint scent of flowers drifting over—it was pure bliss.
I pulled out my phone, scrolling through TikTok while munching on fruit. Mom, Dad, and Grandma had gone to the field to “help,” though really, Mom was just there to take selfies or have Dad snap photos of her.
Even though Mom could be a bit vain, there was no denying how breathtaking she looked surrounded by the sea of flowers. She was like a celestial fairy descended to earth—beautiful wasn’t even enough to describe her.
Before I knew it, I’d finished most of the fruit. After scrolling through TikTok for what felt like ages, my eyes started to ache. I got up and walked to the edge of the yard, where I spotted Mom in the distance, strolling through the flower field with her phone, undoubtedly filming. No doubt about it—with such a perfect backdrop, she must have posted another TikTok.
I opened the app again, navigated to my following list, and found Mom’s account. Sure enough, she had just uploaded a new video. Set to a light, refreshing tune, the clip showed Mom standing in the flower field, her sleeveless dress perfectly accentuating her figure. Her chest, in particular, looked like it was about to burst through the fabric.
The video had been posted just a short while ago but already had over two thousand likes. I had to admit—Mom was truly gorgeous.
Luckily, Dad was broad-minded. As long as Mom was happy, he let her do as she pleased. He trusted completely that she loved him.
As for how I ended up following Mom on TikTok—back when she had hardly any followers, she practically forced me to follow her and like every video. Thinking about it now, it was kind of endearing. Maybe she wasn’t as strict as I thought.
After spending the day at Grandpa’s, we had dinner and headed back to the city. In the car, I tried to watch the League of Legends finals, but the signal was spotty, and traffic was heavy. By the time we got home, it was already late. News was everywhere online that Korea’s DWG had beaten China’s SN 3-1. Feeling a bit down and exhausted from the day, I took a shower and went to bed early.
That night, I dreamed I was playing my main champion, Tryndamere, the Barbarian King, roaring “My blade thirsts,” as I beat some Korean players until they were crawling on the ground looking for their teeth.
Then, in a sea of flowers, my hands were caressing a pair of full, soft breasts?
Huh?
What a strange dream.
Just as things were about to progress further, a blinding light pulled me back to reality. Squinting, I realized it was my mom coming in to tidy up the room. She had pulled open the curtains opposite my bed, letting the sunlight pour in.
Mom was wearing a white floral-print short-sleeved shirt today, with a black bra visible underneath. She had on a pair of black cotton shorts so short they reached the top of her thighs. Her two pale legs were in slippers as she tidied up the things on my desk. Was it really appropriate for Mom to dress like this? Even though I’m her son, I’ve grown up now.
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