I Got My Mom A Fucker For Mother's Day

My husband, Tom, is a government worker, always jetting off to some city or country for work. When he’s gone, I treat myself to a little freedom—shopping sprees, coffee runs, whatever I feel like after dropping our daughter, Lily, at school. Tom’s sweet, but he’s such a stickler about this stuff, so I soak up every minute of my alone time.

There’s this cute guy, Jake, who works at the butcher counter at the grocery store near our house. We’d locked eyes a few times, and after a while, we started hanging out. Things got flirty, then heated, and before I knew it, we were hooking up. One night, we met up in this quiet, dark spot in the neighborhood—I didn’t realize it was behind a soccer field. While we were getting into it, I vaguely noticed some guys leaving a game. I thought I recognized one of them as my neighbor, Mike, but I figured he didn’t see me. Turns out, I was wrong.

An hour later, as I approached our apartment complex, Mike was standing there, waiting. I tried to brush past him, acting casual, but he called out, “If you don’t want to talk to me, maybe I’ll just chat with Tom.” My stomach dropped. I spun around, heart racing, and said, “Alright, let’s talk. What’s this about?” He smirked, pulled out his phone, and played a video. It was me and Jake, clear as day, in that alley. I was floored. When I asked what he wanted, he leaned in and said, “You’re gonna be my sidepiece. You’ve got until I turn that corner to decide—yes or no.” He started walking. I panicked and yelled, “Wait!” I begged him not to tell Tom, promising I’d do whatever he wanted. He grinned and said, “Deal, sweetheart. Let’s head to your place—I want you in Tom’s bed.”

I glanced up at our windows. The lights were off; my mom and Lily were asleep. We crept inside and slipped into the bedroom. I’d never been with anyone but Tom in that bed, and now here I was, about to cross that line. Mike told me to hit the shower first and “clean up nice.” As I headed to the bathroom, he gave my butt a playful smack and said, “And shave down there—I’m not into hair.” I nodded, my mind spinning, and did what he asked, scrubbing myself smooth. Honestly, his confidence was kind of a turn-on, and I was starting to lean into it.

When I came back, Mike said he wanted to record us. I didn’t have much choice, so I agreed, and he set up his phone. We started fooling around, and he kept calling me “babe,” telling me to call him “honey.” I played along, and soon I was all in, lost in the moment. Mike was... well, let’s just say he was packing, and he knew how to use it. I was moaning, whispering in his ear, “Oh, honey, keep going, don’t stop!” I’d never felt anything like it—not with Tom in our ten years together, not even with Jake. With them, I’d barely get there, and only if I worked hard for it. But with Mike? I was hitting highs I didn’t know existed, one after another.

He went for nearly an hour, relentless, until he finally said he was close. I was so caught up, I started begging, “Fill me up, honey, make me yours—I want all of you!” When he did, it was like a flood, spilling out and running down my thighs. It was intense, primal, something most women only dream of. Afterward, he rubbed himself on me, clearly still hungry. I took him in my mouth, and in no time, he was ready for round two. He flipped me over, teasing me from behind, and I realized he was aiming for something Tom had never touched. I’d never gone there before, but I was so swept up, I went for it, guiding him in. It was overwhelming at first—his size, the pressure—but he eased me into it, and soon I was lost in the sensation, climaxing again as he took me.

After maybe fifteen minutes, he finished, collapsing beside me. I was spent, draped over him, and we both passed out. Before dawn, he woke me for one more round, then sent me the video he’d recorded as a “keepsake” before slipping out.

I’ve watched that video more times than I can count, and every time, it gets me going. When Tom’s out of town, I sneak Mike over, and we pick up where we left off. One night, while we were at it, my mom must’ve heard us. She didn’t say much, but the next day, she dropped this cryptic line: “I’ve been with your dad forever, and I’ve never had what you’re getting. I deserve a taste, too—don’t you think?” I couldn’t believe it—she was hinting she wanted in with Mike.

So, for Mother’s Day, I’m giving her a gift she’ll never forget. I’m setting her up with Mike. Let her feel what I’ve felt, let her know what it’s like to really be wanted. A little treat from her daughter to help her rediscover herself.

[Sarah]

2

I used to think my mom, Linda, was this prim-and-proper type, but boy, was I wrong—she’s got a wild side I never saw coming. I’d mentioned before how she caught me and Mike getting it on one night and dropped hints that she wanted a piece of him too. On May 12, I tucked my daughter, Emma, into bed, freshened up, and got ready for Mike. Honestly, being without my husband, Greg, doesn’t faze me anymore. He’s always off on some trip, neglecting me, but I’ve got Mike now, taking care of me in ways Greg never could. Who needs a husband when you’ve got a guy like that?

Mike showed up, and we headed to my bedroom, already tearing into each other. Mid-session, I told him I had a fantasy. His eyes lit up, and he was like, “Spill it, let’s make it happen!” I grinned and said, “I want you to hook up with me and another woman at the same time.” He was practically drooling, but he laughed, “That sounds hot, but where are we gonna find a woman down for that this late?” I winked, told him to wait two minutes, and slipped out of the room. I went to Mom’s room and told her to throw on her sexiest lingerie. “You’ve been dying for some action—tonight’s your night, Mom!” I said. She didn’t even blink, just smirked and said, “Oh, honey, I’m ready. I showered, waxed, and put on my new lingerie the second I knew this might happen.” I was floored—her stuff was way hotter than mine. I helped her fix her hair, slipped her into a slinky nightgown, and led her to the bedroom.

Mike’s jaw dropped when he saw Mom, but she took charge, strutting in and saying, “Whatever you’re doing to my daughter, I want the same. No limits—do whatever you want with me.” Mike relaxed, grinned, and said, “Well, welcome aboard!” He grabbed his phone to set up the camera. When Mom asked what it was for, he teased, “So you can watch yourself in action later, you wild thing.” He hit record, pulled her to the bed, and told her to get to work on him. And Mom? She dove right in, no hesitation.

While Mom was busy with Mike, he was going to town on me. After a bit, he had Mom on all fours, teasing her with some prep. She was begging, “Start with me up front, Mike! Greg hasn’t touched me in over a year, always sending me off to babysit the kids. I need this!” But Mike had other plans, easing into her from behind with a little extra care. When he finally went for it, Mom’s eyes nearly popped out, totally caught off guard. You could tell it was intense—her body was reacting in ways she hadn’t expected, and she was loving it. Every thrust had her gasping and moaning, completely lost in it. She was touching herself, hitting one high after another, purring like a cat. When Mike finally let go, he stayed put for a moment, letting her feel every second of it.

After a quick breather, he pulled out and had Mom get him ready again. I was about to jump in, saying, “My turn now!” but Mom wasn’t having it. “Nope, I’m not done yet—this is my night!” she said, going at him like she owned him. Mike couldn’t take it anymore, flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and went all in. Mom let out this deep, “Ohhh, yes!” and started egging him on: “Harder, Mike, make it count! Let Greg walk around clueless while I get what I deserve. Not like this is my first rodeo—I had a fling with this guy, Dave, before Sarah was born. Honestly, I’m not even sure who her dad is, but who cares? Right now, I’m with a guy who knows what he’s doing!” I just stood there, stunned, realizing Mom was way more of a rebel than I ever knew.

It hit me then—I must’ve gotten it from her. And Emma? She’ll probably follow in our footsteps one day, giving her future husband a run for his money. Here’s to the women in our family! Anyway, Mom lost count of how many times she got there that night, and she couldn’t stop raving about her Mother’s Day gift. Before heading to her room, she looked at Mike and said, “You come back here anytime, chest puffed out, but you better take care of both of us!” Then she left us alone, and I spent the rest of the night with my guy, falling asleep in his arms, totally blissed out.

I used to feel a little guilty sneaking around on Greg, thinking he was just busy and didn’t mean to ignore me. But now? I’m doing this to get even. I found out he’s been cheating for years—saw some photos on his laptop when he left it open before a shower. Him with all sorts of women. I didn’t say a word, though. Why bother? I’m having too much fun flirting with the guy who runs the bakery down the street.

Here’s to living it up and loving every minute!

[Sarah]