One evening, Margaret’s voice trembled with anguish as she confronted her husband’s betrayal. “Every time you’re caught, you claim it’s just one of your friends!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.

“I can’t bear the thought that you’ve been lying to me since the day we met ... h-how could—” Her words broke off in a sob as tears streamed down her face. Unable to continue, she fled to the bedroom, her footsteps echoing in the heavy silence.

Jayson stood rooted to the spot, his face a mask of shock, as if his world had just unraveled.

Upstairs, James sat leaning against his bedroom door, his heart sinking as he overheard his parents’ argument. His mother’s pain cut deeply she was kind, devoted, and didn’t deserve this. Seeing her break down tore at him, and his resentment toward his father, Jayson, had only grown since discovering his infidelity.

The sound of the front door creaking open and slamming shut signaled Jayson’s departure. As usual, he’d likely escape to drink with his friends, avoiding accountability rather than facing his mistakes.

James rose, brushing his hands over his pants, and stepped into the hallway. He approached his parents’ bedroom, hesitating before knocking softly on the door. When no response came, he turned the knob and entered.

Margaret lay curled on her side, clutching her knees, her faint sobs barely audible. James quietly crossed to the other side of the bed and climbed onto it.

Feeling the mattress dip, Margaret turned, her tear-streaked face lifting to meet her son’s gaze. She sat up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

James took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s not like it’s new to me,” he said softly, his tone heavy with shared pain. He looked into his mother’s eyes, seeing the depth of her sorrow. In that moment, James longed to ease her suffering, her heartbreak mirroring his own.

James gently pulled his mother close, wrapping her in a comforting embrace. “Come here,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Margaret’s sobs deepened, but her son’s arms tightened around her, a silent promise of safety and protection.

She clung to him, her hands gripping his back as she buried her face in his chest, letting her tears flow freely. James rubbed soothing circles on her back, his touch steady as she poured out her grief.

After a long silence, Margaret’s voice broke through, soft and shaky. “I’m so lucky to have you to hold me when I need it most.”

James ran his fingers gently through her dark hair, which fell just past her shoulders. “You’re my mom,” he said quietly, his voice warm but resolute. “You can always count on me when you’re hurting. I’ll be your friend, your confidant someone you can trust with your secrets, and I won’t tell a soul. Whatever you need, I’m here to make sure you’re happy.”

He paused, his tone hardening slightly. “If Dad doesn’t love you anymore, just know there’s someone who loves you more than that jerk ever could.” Lifting her chin gently, he met her gaze. “And that’s me.”

Margaret’s lips curved into a tender smile. She reached up, cupping his face in her hands. “I know,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “And I’m so lucky for that.” Her fingers brushed his cheeks, no longer the soft, rounded ones she used to pinch when he was younger, but sharper, more defined with age.

As Margaret began to pull her hand from his face, James gently caught it, guiding it back. “Not yet,” he said, his smile soft and warm. “I love feeling your hand on my cheek.” He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. “I just don’t get why Dad would cheat. Doesn’t he see how beautiful you are?”

Margaret’s lips curved into a faint smile, the sorrow in her eyes softening into a glimmer of warmth. She gave his cheek a gentle pinch. “You’re such a flatterer,” she said quietly, her voice tender.

“I’m not,” James replied earnestly. “You may be older now, with a few wrinkles, but that doesn’t change a thing. You’ve always been beautiful inside and out and you always will be.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and Margaret leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling him into a tight embrace. Her head rested in the crook of his neck as James’s hands moved gently up and down her back, comforting and steady.

“I love you, Mom,” he said, his voice brimming with sincerity. “I really do.” The love, admiration, and protectiveness toward his mother shone in his eyes clearly and unwavering.

“I love you too, son, so much.”

James and his mother lay on the bed, enveloped in the quiet comfort of the room. A gentle silence settled over them, as if they’d slipped into a world apart.

The only sounds were the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in unison.

“Mom,” James said softly, breaking the heavy silence that hung in the air. Margaret let out a gentle hum in response.

“Can I do something to make you feel better?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Margaret looked up at him, her lips curving into a tender smile.

“You’re already doing that, honey,” she murmured. “Just being here with me, sharing this moment it warms my heart.”

“I mean, can I kiss you?” James asked softly. Margaret hesitated for a moment, considering his request. Assuming he meant a kiss on the cheek, she nodded with a gentle smile.

“Okay, honey,” she said softly, tilting her head to offer her cheek. But James gently turned her face toward him and pressed his lips to hers in a tender, unexpected kiss.

Margaret froze as her son’s lips met hers, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture. Yet, instead of pulling away, she softened, letting herself linger in the tender moment.

James’s hands gently caressed her back, his touch warm and comforting. He deepened the kiss, their lips moving in a tender rhythm as their hearts beat in unison.

Gently, James guided his mother down onto the soft mattress, hovering over her while keeping their kiss unbroken. Margaret’s hands instinctively slid around his son’s neck, her legs wrapping around his waist as she drew him closer.

James felt the soft, warm press of his mother’s breasts against him, a closeness that sent a spark through him. His hands were restless, eager to move. He slipped them under her nightgown, fingers grazing her smooth sides, a bit shaky from the thrill.

He moved up slowly, enjoying the feel, until his palms reached the lacy edge of her bra, tight against her curves. His fingers spread, cupping her through the fabric, feeling her fullness, thumbs tracing the bra’s seams like he was exploring her.

Their kiss broke, both gasping, lips still tingling from the heat. James didn’t hesitate his fingers hooked the bra straps, tugging them down with a quick, slightly clumsy pull, letting her breasts spill free inside the loose nightgown.

His hands were back fast, sliding over her bare skin, palms wrapping around her breasts. He squeezed gently at first, then firmer, fingers pressing just enough to feel her warmth. His thumbs moved back and forth, drawing small circles, lost in her softness.

Margaret let out a low, hungry moan, her hips lifting, rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants, making his hands grip tighter, moving with her rhythm.

The raw heat of their bodies took over, and James’s hips started moving, grinding against his mother slowly at first, feeling the friction. His need kicked in, and he sped up, thrusting quick and desperate. Margaret’s moans grew louder, her head tilting back, eyes half-closed. Her hips pushed up to match her son’s, keeping up with the fast pace of his dry humping.

James kept grinding against his mother, his hips moving with desperate need. He kissed her face, neck, and cleavage, lips brushing her skin in a rush of affection. Propping himself up on his arms, he gazed down at her, his eyes burning with a promise to make her forget her cheating husband.

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a hot, hungry kiss. As their mouths moved together, his hands fumbled with his pants, the tight fabric painful against his hard dick.

Sucking on her tongue, he shoved his pants down, kicking them off the bed, leaving just his boxers, the outline of his erection clear. He broke the kiss and reached for the hem of his mother’s nightgown, starting to pull it up. Suddenly her hand grabbed his, stopping Him, their eyes meeting, Margaret’s hesitant at first, but then she nodded, letting him tug the gown up and off, tossing it aside.

James’s eyes roamed over his mother’s bare breasts. Despite her age, they were still full, sagging just a bit, and he couldn’t look away. He slid her bra off completely, then glanced back at her face, her mouth slightly open. Leaning down, he kissed one breast, sucking and teasing it with his lips while his hand cupped the other, squeezing and lightly tapping it.