The smell of garlic and rosemary wafted through the kitchen as I flipped the sizzling steak in the pan, the sound of jazz drifting softly from the living room. Mom sat at the table, her red wine glass halfway to her lips, her expression a mix of gratitude and lingering disappointment. Her long, auburn hair was swept over one shoulder, and she wore the black dress she’d picked out for her date with Dad—strapless and hugging her curves in all the right places. Even in her sadness, she looked stunning.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” she said, her voice warm but tinged with regret.

I glanced over my shoulder, flashing her a smile. “Of course I did. Dad might’ve bailed, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a special night.”

She sighed, swirling the wine in her glass. “I was really looking forward to tonight. He hasn’t taken me out in months.”

I turned off the stove and plated the steak, adding a side of roasted vegetables and a dollop of mashed potatoes. “Well, tonight’s about you. No work, no stress—just you enjoying yourself.”

As I set the plate in front of her, her eyes lit up. “This looks amazing. You’ve really outdone yourself.”

I sat down across from her, raising my own glass of wine. “To the best mom in the world.”

She clinked her glass against mine, her smile widening. “Thank you, sweetheart. This means more than you know.”

We ate in comfortable silence, the jazz music filling the space between us. Every so often, I’d catch her staring at me, her eyes softening with affection. When we finished, she insisted on helping me clean up, but I gently pushed her toward the living room.

“Go relax,” I said. “I’ve got this.”

She hesitated but finally gave in, sinking into the plush couch. By the time I joined her, she’d kicked off her heels and was leaning back, her dress riding up slightly to reveal the smooth curve of her thigh. I cleared my throat, trying to focus.

“Dance with me,” I said suddenly, holding out my hand.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Dance?”

“Why not? We’ve got the music. Might as well make the most of it.”

She laughed—a light, melodic sound that sent a shiver down my spine—and took my hand. I pulled her to her feet, my other hand finding her waist as she placed hers on my shoulder. We swayed to the rhythm, her body pressing gently against mine.

“This is nice,” she murmured, her breath warm against my neck.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. “Yeah. It is.”

Her fingers traced small circles on my shoulder, and I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Our steps slowed, until we were barely moving, just holding each other. Her head rested against my chest, and I could smell the sweet, floral scent of her perfume.

“You’re such a good son,” she whispered.

I hesitated, then leaned down, brushing my lips against her temple. “Anything for you, Mom.”

She tilted her head up, her eyes searching mine. For a moment, neither of us moved, the air thick with something unspoken. Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, our lips met.

It was soft at first—a tentative, almost innocent kiss. But then her hands slid up to cup my face, and I felt her tongue gently pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth, letting her deepen the kiss, a moan escaping her throat. My hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer, our bodies flush against each other.

When we finally broke apart, she was breathless, her cheeks flushed. “We shouldn’t...” she started, but her voice lacked conviction.

“Why not?” I asked, my voice low. “It’s just us. No one has to know.”

She hesitated, her eyes darting to the side. Then, as if making a decision, she grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Her hands roamed over my chest, her nails lightly scratching my skin. I groaned, my cock already hardening in my pants.

“You’re so handsome,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of my abs.

I reached behind her, unzipping her dress in one smooth motion. The fabric slid down her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her in a black lace bra and matching panties. My breath hitched. She was even more beautiful than I’d imagined.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Take me to bed.”

Without another word, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. I laid her gently on the bed, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples already hard with arousal.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my cock twitching as I gazed at her. She reached out, wrapping her hand around my shaft and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. I groaned, my hips thrusting involuntarily into her hand.

“You’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes dark with desire.

I climbed onto the bed, settling between her legs. Her panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to her wetness. I hooked my fingers into the sides, pulling them down and tossing them aside. Her pussy glistened, her folds swollen and inviting.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to her inner thigh. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as I kissed and nibbled my way up to her core. When my tongue finally touched her clit, she arched off the bed, a loud moan escaping her lips.

“Oh God,” she panted, her hips bucking against my face.

I licked and sucked her, reveling in her taste, her scent, the way her body writhed beneath me. Her moans grew louder, her fingers tightening in my hair. I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot that made her cry out.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

I doubled down, my tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around my head, her thighs squeezing tight as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

When she finally relaxed, I crawled up her body, my cock pressing against her entrance. She reached between us, guiding me to her, her eyes locked on mine.

“I need you,” she whispered.

I pushed into her slowly, savoring the way her tight, wet heat enveloped me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice rough with desire.

I started to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. Her hands roamed over my back, her nails digging into my skin as I filled her completely. Her moans were music to my ears, each one driving me closer to the edge.

“You feel so good,” she panted, her hips rising to meet mine.

I grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider as I increased my pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with her breathless cries. Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close again.

“Come for me,” I urged, my voice strained.

Her head fell back, her body tensing as she came, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer, my own orgasm crashing over me as I spilled inside her.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies intertwined, our breathing ragged. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite place.

“That was...” she trailed off, her voice soft.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my heart still racing.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against my cheek. “We can’t tell your father.”

“I know,” I said, my voice steady.

She nodded, her expression serious. But then her lips curved into a small, secretive smile, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. “Are you gonna fuck me again.”

She shifted on the bed, her body still trembling slightly from our last encounter. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry, as she bit her lower lip. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?” she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

I shook my head, my cock already hardening again at the mere thought of what was to come. “Not even close,” I growled, my voice thick with desire.

She grinned, rolling over onto her stomach, her ass lifting toward me in a way that made my breath catch. “Then show me what you’ve got,” she said, her tone teasing but her body language anything but. She propped herself up on her elbows, her hips elevated, her perfect round ass on full display. My hands instinctively reached out, gripping her hips, squeezing the soft flesh there. She let out a low moan, pushing back against my touch.

I knelt behind her, my cock already throbbing with anticipation. I trailed my hands down her back, feeling the curve of her spine, the warmth of her skin, and the way her body shivered under my touch. I leaned down, planting a trail of soft kisses along her shoulder blade, my lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her gasp. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my voice hoarse.

“Don’t make me wait,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

I didn’t. I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her slick entrance. I gripped her hips tighter, holding her steady as I pushed forward, sliding into her with one smooth, deliberate stroke. She cried out, her back arching, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her. “Fuck,” she moaned, her voice breaking.

I paused for a moment, letting her adjust to me, feeling the way her hot, tight walls clenched around me. “You feel so good,” I groaned, my voice strained. I pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, harder this time, driving myself deeper into her. She gasped, her body shaking beneath me, her ass pressing back against my hips.