Mother’s Day brunch begins with croissants and compliments—but ends in unthinkable heat. When one teasing question turns the air electric, Rachel finds herself at the center of a family celebration that erupts into lust, surrender, and taboo. Mimosas blur the lines, desires ignite, and every boundary is crossed in this unapologetically depraved tale of generational hunger and maternal power.
I knew Mom was alone ever since my Dad died, and I often wondered why she had not started any new relationships or at least dated. She was 35 years old and very hot looking. But, when she finally started a new relationship I was stunned. She started it with my best friend who was 14 years old like me.