I have a weird confession. I'm 28 and still a sucker for my mom. I've jerked off to her more times than I've fucked my wife and side bitches. Today is Mother's Day, and I am throwing a party for my mom. I've transformed my bachelor pad into a club. My condo's living room is a vibe: classic R&B tunes humming through the speakers, and liquor bottles lined up across the coffee table.

I've been away for three years, and I'm back in town, dying to see Lisa, my mom-crush. She still has a thing for me, especially my physique. I'm a physiotherapist, but basketball and the gym have sculpted me into a beast. I attract tons of women, especially milfs. She's into me and I know it even if she can't admit it.

Lisa is a cutie. She's in her early 50s but looks 22. She has curvy hips, tight breasts, and an athletic frame. Back then, she fucked with basketballers and rugby studs, huge guys with muscles and big dicks. 

My dad, Tom, is a cool guy. He's 35 but looks older than his age. He's the opposite of what Lisa needs as she ages like fine wine. Her eyes don't light up for him anymore. She despises him and no longer holds his hand or laughs at his funny jokes. 

Yesterday, I texted Lisa to hype up her special day. "I've organized a party for you at my place. Come pick your gifts." she replied instantly, "I'll come, Son, but your dad insists on coming too."

I didn't sweat it. That's why I stocked up on his favorite liquor. Tom is a drunk. A few shots, and he'll be out like a light, leaving me with the love of my life.

The last time I was home, Lisa and I traded stolen glances and loud laughs that felt too close. Tom was there. His jealous eyes bounced between us like he smelled something off. Lisa later told me he would grill her about our "tight" bond during their fights. The old man is still paranoid. That's why he wants to attend Mom's party, but I'm not worried.

At exactly 5 PM, my condo's door swings open, and Lisa struts in like she owns the place. She is rocking a red dress. She has put on a little weight, but she still looks hot. Tom stumbles in behind her, already tipsy. I pull Lisa into a tight hug. "Oh my God! It's been three years, and you still look sexy. You never grow old." My arms lock around her. The hug lingers longer than it should. 

"You smell like wine and, of course, my blood," I tease her. She giggles and pats my chest. As she pulls away, her eyes flick over my chest and biceps. "I missed you and your dumb jokes," she purrs.

Tom is clueless, still eyeing the table stacked with chips, dip, and booze. I play host, pouring him a double whiskey, then another, pushing him hard. "C'mon, Dad, let's celebrate Mom." He chugs the shot faster than I expected.

"Yo, Dad, let's do another round." I pour more whiskey into his glass.

Tom nods, his eyes almost shutting, "Y-yeah, s-sure," he stammers. "Gotta... gotta celebrate Lisa, r-right? Good... good kid, throwin' this p-party." He raises his glass, spills a bit, and downs it like water. "F-fuckin' great night," he sways.

"That's the spirit, Tom. Keep drinking," Lisa eggs him on. Tom takes another shot, looking like he's fading fast, just as I had planned.

An hour in, I make my move. I grab a small box from the counter and kneel before Lisa. "Here's your first gift." I open it, revealing a cheap silver necklace from my high school girlfriend, Nancy. It's a shitty pendant, but it means the world to me. I know Mom will love it.

Lisa's eyes watered as her fingers brushed the pendant. "God, you kept this all those years for me?" she whispers. 

"Yeah. I can do anything for you. But you'll get the real gift later." She knows what I mean, and now she wants it.

"Help me put it on," she requests. She turns slightly and lifts her hair. I fumble with the clasp, and she notices it. "Don't fuck it up."

"Got it," I click it shut. My fingers linger on her neck too long, and she doesn't pull away.

The pendant rests above her cleavage, glinting. She touches it and whispers, "It fits me so well."

I glance at Tom. He's fading fast, his eyes barely open. I keep the whiskey flowing. "Another round, Dad. Whiskey is never enough for a man," I top off his glass. 

He mumbles some nonsense about work as his head lolls. By the time the bottle was half-empty, he was done, slumping on the couch and snoring like a chainsaw. Lisa laughs and kicks his leg lightly. "You're out for the night, Tom.”

"I knew he was a lightweight,"

Lisa draws closer, her thigh pressing against mine. Her eyes glisten, maybe from receiving the necklace or seeing me after nearly three years.

My body wants to take her, to fuck her right here, and I don't wait. I grab her wrist and pull her into my chest. My lips crash into hers. She pushes my chest away for a second, then melts, kissing back with a fire that matches mine. 

"You're a good kisser," she said.

I grip her neck with one hand as I squeeze her soft ass. "I've wanted your pussy. Today, I'm gonna fuck you right here," I whisper in her ear.

"Yeah, we don’t have to go to your bed. Fuck me hard, on this floor." I pull her down to the rough carpet.

Tom snores some feet away, oblivious to what's happening.

I shove the white panties aside with a quick flick. "This is risky, but we're doing it," I warn her. If Tom woke up, we would play it off like we're talking, not fucking like animals.

I position myself between Lisa's thighs, unzip my jeans and free my six-inch cock. I push the tip into her mature pussy, feeling her breath hitch against my ear. Her ridges brush my shaft as I go deeper.

"Oh yeah!" she moans.

"Keep quiet, you'll wake him," I warn her, then continue stroking. I hold her hips steady to control my pace.

While I'm mid-thrust, Tom mumbles slurred nonsense about a car. We stop fucking and gaze at him. He mumbles again and resumes snoring.

I exhale and stroke slower, feeling terrified. The fear of being caught sharpens every sensation. I peek at Dad each time I pump. Mom looks scared, opts to bite my shoulder to stifle her moan. 

'You look beautiful when you fight to stay quiet," I compliment her.

Halfway through another stroke, Tom mutters, louder this time, some shit about dinner. I'm deep in her pussy, and it fucks with my head. 

Lisa's eyes widened, and she looked tense, but her hips kept rocking. We pause, waiting for Tom to settle. He doesn't wake, just snores, and I pick up the pace again, each thrust now a silent fuck-you to the old man for ruining our show.

She grabs my ass and pulls me deeper without giving a fuck if Dad catches us. Her body tightens around me. "You're almost," I can feel it.

She comes on my dick. My cock looks white as it slides in and out of her cunt. "Gosh, it looks sexy," I whisper as my balls tighten, barely holding back.

"It's coming," I whimper. I shoot thick, hot cum into her. She gasps, digging her nails deeper into my back and feeling every spurt.

"It's so warm. I love it," she says.

I feel weak after pouring everything into her. But the satisfaction is priceless. I've marked Lisa with my seed. 

I pull out slowly, careful not to wake the old man. Lisa looks at my wet dick, she's addicted to it.

The party is over, and we untangle fast, fearing Tom might catch us. Her hands shake as she yanks her dress down and straightens the fabric. 

She enjoyed how I owned her, how I came in her pussy. But Tom is still her husband, the love of her life, and the betrayal eats her alive.

I shove my cock back in my jeans and zip up. "You're the real gift," I distract her from her thoughts. She pats my chest, giggling, "Shut up, you idiot."

Mom grabs a bottle and pours a shaky splash. Then she stands and nudges Tom's leg. "Hey, it's time to go home." Tom grunts, staggering to his feet, swaying.

"Yo, Dad, you good?" I ask him. Tom blinks, his tie dangling like a noose.

"Y-yeah, Jake... good party," he slurs, scratching his gut. "T-thanks, kid... Lisa's... happy, yeah?"

"He is so happy," Lisa says, forcing a smile.

"Thanks for the gift and for making my day. It means a lot." She sounds innocent, but I'm cock-sure she can't stop thinking of my dick. 

"Anytime. Come back for more when you're ready." She turns away fast, hauling Tom toward the door. 

Mom and Dad leave, and I remain solo in the condo. My back stings from her nails, my shoulder aches from her bite, but I don't care. I grab a beer, thinking of throwing another party for Lisa. Her pussy was sweet and no drunk dad could take it away from me. I sank onto the couch where Tom passed out, thanking God for a wonderful day.