It was a quiet morning as I sat at the breakfast table, absently staring into my coffee, willing it to cool. Mom moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, her motions fluid and familiar. She placed a warm plate in front of me before settling across the table, her smile wide but tinged with a weariness, different from her usual uplifting mood.

As we ate in silence, I sensed something was off. Her deep brown eyes were distant, her movements slower and more mechanical than usual. Most mornings, her presence lifted me up, but today the heaviness in her expression pressed down on me instead. I felt the need to support her, the way she had always supported me.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice quiet but earnest.

Her gaze met mine, her lips curving into a smile that never failed to make my heart flutter. She exhaled sharply, the force ruffling her bangs. Tucking a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear, she reached over and gently held my hand.

Softly, she murmured, “Hunter, it’s amazing how well you know me. I wish your fath...”

She hesitated, hearing Dad’s footsteps echoing down the hall. The fragile moment shattered as she turned toward him, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Good morning, dear,” she said, her tone suddenly more tense. “Your coffee’s on the table. I’ll get you a plate.”

“No need, Celine,” he said, adjusting his tie with a quick, restless tug. “I’ve got early meetings. I’ll grab something there. Also, I’ll be late again tonight. Take care.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode out, his pace brisk, almost impatient. Mom and I exchanged a glance, but neither of us spoke. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving behind the faint scent of his cologne.

After a few moments, I asked, “What were you going to say when Dad came in?”

Her smile returned, though it carried a hint of sadness. “Your father never notices my moods, whether good or bad, but you do. Sometimes, I feel closer to you than I do to him. We talk more, especially since he’s always at work, day and night.”

“He has a lot on his mind, with his business and everything,” I argued in his defense. “He’s always been supportive of both of us, even when you decided to volunteer at the senior center. Is it from a lack of sleep? Dad sure appeared chipper this morning. Did something happen?”

“He slept like a log, like he always does. That’s the problem,” she said, her voice edged with exasperation. She hesitated, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I couldn’t sleep because I’m frustrated. He hasn’t touched me in almost a year, on our last anniversary.”

“Whoa, Mom!” I blurted out, shifting uncomfortably. “That’s TMI. I didn’t need to know that. Now I wish I hadn’t asked.”

“You asked, if I recall,” she said, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her expression softened as she continued, “Lately, I keep wondering if I’ve let myself go. After all, it’s been nineteen years since I met him and conceived you. Do you think he finds me unattractive?”

“Definitely not!” I gushed, my cheeks warming as she turned to me with a wide smile. Embarrassed by how quickly I’d revealed a sliver of my hidden lust for my mother, I softened my tone and added, “I’m sure he still sees you as just as appealing as the day you met.”

“As you know, he’s almost thirty years older than I am,” she lamented. Pausing, she sighed and added, “Maybe he longs for a woman who looks eighteen as I was when we married.”

“I seriously doubt that, Mom,” I countered. Pondering whether to share how captivated I was by her striking beauty and her perfectly curved, sexy figure, I chose to sidestep any awkward sentiment and make my exit. “If I don’t get going, I’ll be late for class. See you later, Mom.” I stood and headed to my room to freshen up.

On my way out, Mom pecked me on the cheek and said, “We’ll talk more about this tonight after dinner.”

For the rest of the day, my mind filled with thoughts about my interaction with Mom and how our continued discussion would proceed in the evening. As with most boys growing up, I constantly fantasized about having sex with my beautiful mother, but I was careful not to cross any sexual boundaries with her. I loved both of my parents and didn’t want to interfere with their happiness.

After dinner and our showers, we settled in to watch a few sitcoms. As the evening wound down, she slid closer on the couch, turned to me, and took my hand, drawing my attention.

Hoping she wouldn’t bring up our morning discussion, my optimism vanished as soon as she spoke, “Hunter, I’d like to revisit what we talked about this morning. Your father doesn’t seem attracted to me anymore, and I can only assume he’s having an affair.”

That’s ridiculous, Mom,” I replied firmly. “I’ve never seen him look at another woman besides you, and everything he does shows how deeply he loves you. Maybe he’s just overwhelmed with work and hasn’t been as attentive as you’d like. Have you thought about that?”

“I have,” she admitted. “But I have to consider all possibilities.”

Before I could answer, Dad’s car pulled into the garage. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom spread the top of her robe open, revealing the insides of her rounded breasts, no sign of a bra.

I froze, my gaze locked on the door, waiting for Dad to walk in. Unsure whether to dash to my room to give them privacy, I hesitated. As I started to rise, Mom squeezed my hand, a silent plea for me to stay, so I eased back into the cushion.

Dad walked in, his expression weary from the day. He crossed the room to Mom, leaned down, and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “Hi,” he murmured, his voice tinged with exhaustion. “Long day. Think I’ll take a shower and hit the sack.”

Mom replied, “Okay. I’ll come in a bit and join you, if it’s alright with you. She arched her back enough to widen the gap in her robe, exposing more of her full tits.

Dad glanced at her display, smiled, and replied, “I’d love nothing more. See you in a bit.”

After he left, we finished the show. As Mom stood to leave the room, she turned to me with a playful wink. “Good night, Hunter,” she said, a hint of excitement in her voice. “Looks like I’m getting lucky tonight. See you in the morning.”

I could only nod, uncertain of what to say or how to react to her announcement about getting laid.

The next morning, Mom looked less tired than before, though her smile felt forced. As I sipped my coffee, she hadn’t even set out the plates when Dad walked in, looking noticeably refreshed. He kissed Mom and said, “I’ll be working late for the rest of the week. Thanks for the wonderful night. I’d love to do it again, if you don’t mind. See you later.”

“Of course, dear,” she answered, her tone flat.

As soon as we heard Dad’s car pull away, Mom sat down, and we began eating in silence. Deciding to break the silence and delicately inquire about their night, I asked, “Dad looks like he got a good night’s sleep. How about you, Mom? Better than the night before?”

“I slept great, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said. After a brief pause, she added, “He was already asleep when I went in, so it didn’t go the way I’d hoped.”

“Sorry about that, Mom,” I consoled her. “He did look really tired. I wish he wouldn’t work so much, but it’s just how he’s always been. I don’t see any way to change that.”

“Me too, but you’re right,” she sighed. “I thought my hint would be enough to entice him.”

“Little hint?” I asked, not remembering her saying anything.

She smirked as her hands gripped the sides of her robe and parted it to show the insides of her breasts. “Does this ring a bell?” she asked, her tone playful.

Heat rose to my cheeks, my face flushing as I stammered, “Oh yeah, that. He did smile, and you’re right, I thought his interest piqued.”

“If flirting doesn’t work, I’ll have to try something else,” she said, frustration evident in her voice. “It’s starting to feel like he’s having an affair, but I don’t know how to be sure. Could you help? Maybe ask some of your friends who have divorced parents? See if they know any signs?”

“Maybe,” I said, pausing to sift through my friends, trying to recall which ones had parents who’d faced marital problems. Coming up empty, I offered, “I’ll work on it at school today, and we can talk about it tonight before Dad gets home.”

“Thanks so much, Hunter,” she gushed, her voice brightening as her mood lifted.

“What if we find out he’s having an affair, Mom?” I asked, though the thought seemed unlikely to me.

She smiled, determination flickering in her eyes. “It doesn’t matter,” she replied, her tone steady and unwavering. “I’ll do everything I can to win him back. I love him too much to let anything stop me. Do you think I’m foolish for sticking with him?”

Returning her smile, I said, “You’re an incredible wife and an even better mother. I’ll do whatever it takes to make both of you happy, just as you have always done for me growing up.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said, pecking me on the cheek as she gathered up my plate and carried it to the kitchen.

Determined to help Mom, I spent the entire school day combing through Reddit subs for articles on infidelity. Since starting college over a year ago, my friends and I had drifted apart, and I wasn’t keen on discussing my parents’ situation with them. Instead, I focused on online research, gathering several suggestions to share with Mom by the end of the day.

After dinner, as we settled onto the couch, Mom was in high spirits and eager to dive into what I’d uncovered. I decided to start with the basics, asking, “Let’s begin with the obvious, Mom. Have you ever noticed a woman’s perfume or shampoo on his clothes? What about his phone? Has he been texting suspiciously, acting overly protective of his messages?”

“No to all of those,” she replied. “Now that you mention it, I think I’d notice another woman’s scent on his clothes unless he was careful to remove them before seeing her.”

“One common sign is when a man claims he’s working long hours, but that might not apply here, as Dad’s always done that. Do you have access to his credit card charges? We could go through them and look for any unusual purchases, hotel stays, or unexpected dining expenses.”

She tilted her head thoughtfully before saying, “I’ll go through the last few statements and see if anything stands out as unusual.”

“Okay, I guess that’s all for now until you review his financial records,” I concluded. “Though I doubt you’ll find anything. The more we talk about it, the more certain I am that he’s not having an affair. At least I hope so, for both of you.”

“Thanks, sweetie. I did some research on my own today, more about how to win my man back rather than dwell on the possibility of an affair. I don’t want to waste energy on suspicion when I should be focusing on strengthening our relationship instead. Along with flirting and swooning him with affection, I’ve read where jealousy can be a powerful incentive, making him realize what he may lose.”

The sound of Dad pulling into the garage cut our conversation short. Mom immediately sprang from the couch to greet him with a loving hug and kiss. As they headed to their bedroom for the night, they bid me goodnight on their way.

The next morning, Mom’s demeanor made it clear that nothing had happened between them. After Dad left and I was about to head out, she turned to me. “Would you mind going to lunch with me today?” she pleaded, her beguiling smile winning me over. “Since I went to bed so early, I woke up before your father and went through his charges. I want to eat at the restaurant he frequents to see if he’s meeting someone.”

“Of course, Mom,” I said. “It’ll be a nice break from cafeteria food. Just text me the time and place, and I’ll be there. Got to run.”

She met me at the door, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and said, “Wear your sunglasses and a hat. I’ll try to get a table in the back where we have a good view of the place, but we still need to be cautious.”

Easily finding the restaurant, I struggled to find Mom, finally seeing someone waving to me from the back of the outdoor seating area. She wore a sundress with a plunging neckline that proudly displayed the swells of her breasts. I’d never seen it before, and she matched it with a wide-brimmed sun hat, concealing much of her face. If she hadn’t been waving, I wouldn’t have known it was her.

The glass table shimmered in the sunlight, and she had already pulled a chair close to hers for me. As I settled in, I glanced around and said, “You really picked the perfect spot for spying. Nice dress, by the way, but there’s no way you won’t catch a man’s eye in that. Shouldn’t you have chosen something a little more discreet?”

“Just bought it the other day, so I knew he wouldn’t recognize it,” she boasted, with a confident smile. “Don’t worry so much. Sit down and let’s order. He’s usually predictable when he goes to lunch, so I don’t expect him for another ten minutes or so.”

After we ordered, we chatted until she nudged my arm with hers and whispered, “He’s coming in now. Look down at the table and hide your face.”

After a minute, she said, “Okay, he’s seated. We can act normal now.”

Glancing at Dad at a table on the other side of the court, I noticed his back was to us and remarked, “Lucky for us he’s facing the other direction.”

“No luck there,” she replied, giggling. “That’s no coincidence. He always sits facing the sun to protect me from staring into it. It’s one of the things I love about him, always ensuring I’m comfortable. That’s why I picked this table, knowing we’d be facing the sun.”

“I could learn a thing or two from him,” I remarked. As the server brought our dishes, we dug in, all the while keeping an eye on Dad. A few moments later, a young woman approached his table and slid into the seat across from him. They immediately struck up a conversation, and a sinking feeling settled in my chest.

Mom sensed my worst fears and wrapped her arm around me, nestling her head onto my shoulder. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “She’s so young and beautiful. How can I compete with her?”

Her body shook as she wept, and I instinctively held her, pulling her close, consoling her. Minutes passed before her breathing steadied, and she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. Her eyes, red and glistening, searched mine for something, maybe comfort, understanding, or even hope. “I just don’t know what to do,” she murmured, her voice raw with pain. “I feel like I’m losing him.”

A few moments later, a young man approached the table, leaned in, and kissed the woman before taking the seat beside her. I gently tugged Mom’s shoulder. “Mom, look up,” I said. “I think that guy is her husband or boyfriend. They seem pretty close.”

Her head rose, and she watched as her husband conversed with the couple. Her sobs stopped when the realization hit her that he wasn’t having dinner with a girlfriend.

I grabbed the napkin and carefully wiped away her tears. Her face brightened, the weight of her worry lifted, and the world seemed a little lighter. “I feel a little foolish, jumping to conclusions. Let’s finish and get out of here before he turns and sees us.”

Once we stepped out of the courtyard, I turned to her with a relieved smile. “Mom, I’m glad to know Dad wasn’t meeting a girlfriend, but I never really thought he was.” My gaze drifted over her newly acquired sundress, its soft fabric hugging her shapely curves. “You look beautiful in that,” I added. “Dad’s going to love seeing you in it.”

She blushed and replied, “Thanks, Hunter. I’m glad you like it and will definitely take your advice. See you at home.”

She pecked me on the cheek, and when she turned to leave for her car, I caught her hand. “I’ll walk you to your car. I don’t have class for another hour.”

She smiled and lightly squeezed my hand as we strolled the two blocks to where she was parked. After opening the door for her, I helped her in, receiving another light kiss on the cheek for her gratitude.

While driving back to school, my mood lightened, knowing Dad and Mom’s relationship was back on solid ground, although a touch of remorse hit me, relishing the feel of Mom’s soft lips against my cheeks.

The next several hours passed in a blur, and before I knew it, I was home. Mom was stretched out on the couch, looking relaxed. I dropped onto the cushion beside her, and we chatted for a while before she said, “Hunter, I’d like to eat out tonight. It’s a restaurant your father goes to every evening.”

“That sounds great,” I said. “Are you planning to meet him there? I can grab something here so you don’t have to worry about me.”

She grinned. “No, you’re coming with me. I want to see for myself that he isn’t meeting anyone. Maybe lunch isn’t their time, but dinner could be different.” Her expression sharpened with determination. “I know the restaurant and have a good idea of where we can sit to watch.”

“Okay, but I hope this convinces you to drop the whole affair thing. I’ll change and meet you back here,” I said.

When it was time to leave, I took a moment to look her over and commented, “Another new dress, Mom? You look stunning in it. Again, not sure how we’ll blend in when every man in the place will be looking at you.”

She blushed. “Thanks, again, Hunter. I just wish your father appreciated me as much as you do.” She let out a small sigh before straightening. “Let’s go. I want us there before he arrives.”

When the hostess greeted us, Mom gestured toward a secluded booth in the back and asked if we could sit there. She smiled and led us over, handing us our menus.

Once the server arrived, we placed our orders. As soon as she walked away, Mom reached for the LED tea light on the table and flicked it off, casting our corner in shadow. “That should be enough to keep us out of sight. The kitchen is right behind us, and I know he always picks the farthest table from the noise. This spot gives us a perfect view.”

I glanced at her, impressed by her careful planning. “The way you know his every preference just proves my point. You two are meant for each other, and the sooner we get past this bump in the road, the better.”

She reached over and held my hand, replying, “Thanks for helping me figure this out. I really appreciate your support.”

“It’s nothing and it’s been ages since I’ve been out with a beautiful woman two times in a day,” I blushed, immediately regretting my outburst.

She squeezed my hand and smiled, “We should do it more often. I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”

We had just started eating when Mom nudged me. “He’s here,” she whispered, nodding toward the table she’d suspected he’d choose.

We slid deeper into the booth, lifting our wine lists to shield our faces as he settled in. Mom exhaled softly. “Just as I thought. He’s facing the door, away from us. He always does that when expecting someone.” She gestured subtly toward the table. “The hostess left two place settings too.”

A few minutes later, Dad waved to someone, and it wasn’t long before a man sat opposite him. It was the same man who joined him and the woman at lunch.

Mom let out a relieved sigh. “That settles it. He must be meeting a business associate. I guess he was delayed at lunch, which is why his partner, the woman, arrived without him.”

“I’m glad that’s settled. Now the challenge is how we’re going to slip out of here without him noticing,” I remarked.

Mom smiled confidently, replying, “That won’t be a problem. He’s never been one to linger over a meal. Besides, we’ll buy ourselves some extra time with a nice dessert.”

I grinned. “I’m definitely on board for that.”

Fifteen minutes after Dad left, Mom and I wrapped up our meal and headed home. Her mood was brighter than I’d seen in the prior week, finally letting go of the fears that had weighed her down.

After our showers, we settled onto the couch. Mom slipped an arm around me, resting her head on my shoulder.

“I feel so much better now that I know your father isn’t cheating on me,” she said softly. “From now on, I’m going to focus all my energy on making myself more desirable to him.”

While we chatted, I wrapped my arm around her, grasping her shoulder and hugging her to me, relishing the closeness of her warm body. When we heard Dad’s car pull in, I started to withdraw my hand. She grabbed it and held it in place, keeping us held together.

I felt uneasy, holding Mom so close when Dad entered, but he paid no attention, leaning down and kissing Mom. “Finally, the week is over,” he sighed, sinking into his favorite massage chair across from us. He adjusted the settings, letting out a contented breath as the vibrations eased the tension from his shoulders.

“Hopefully, this means your long hours are gone for a while,” Mom remarked, her voice hopeful.

“For the next week at least,” he answered. “My long hours paid off, convincing a young couple to use our services for their startup. They’re nice people and I enjoyed working with them, finalizing the deal tonight over dinner.”

Mom turned to me and smiled, acknowledging her husband’s faithfulness. She crossed her legs, allowing her robe to slide to the sides, exposing her top leg. My eyes lingered on her luscious thigh as she continued talking to Dad.

As Dad’s massage chair powered down, he stretched and stood up. “Coming to bed, dear?” he asked.

She smiled. “I’ll be there in a minute, sweetie. Take your shower, and I’ll join you.”

After he disappeared into their bedroom, she turned and caught me staring at her exposed flesh. She giggled and said, “It’s time for phase two. Flirting and making him jealous.”

“Jealous?” I asked, unsure if my perverted mind had run off course, thinking she wanted to use me as a pawn in her plan to seduce Dad.

“Yes, I’m not only going to show him how desirable I can be, but if he won’t take advantage of it, I’ll look elsewhere. You won’t mind helping your mother out, will you?” she asked, her sexy smirk sending a chill down my spine.

“I can see how it might work with other men, but not with me. You can’t expect him to be envious of a mother flirting with her son, can you?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t change her mind.

“I don’t want to encourage another man, so you’ll have to. Please do this for me. I know it may become uncomfortable at times, but I need you to support me,” she insisted, her eyes begging for help.

“Of course, Mom. I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” I agreed, cheering jubilantly inwardly.

She rose, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, “You know how you secretly glance at me when you don’t think I’m looking? I don’t want you to do that anymore. Your father needs to see that other men think I’m desirable. Will you do that for me?”

It was hard for me not to answer immediately, with Mom giving me the green light to openly ogle her body. Mustering up an appropriate response, I replied, “Like I told you before, Mom, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right with Dad and you.”

Her gaze lingered, her expression uncertain, as if searching for meaning in my words. Wanting to reassure her, I added, “I’m sorry if I ever made you uncomfortable by stealing glances, but you’re an alluring woman, and sometimes my eyes don’t obey my better judgment. From now on, I won’t hold back. I’ll treat you like the sexy woman you are and show Dad how a man appreciates your beauty.”

“Thanks, sweetie. Good night,” she pecked me again before leaving for her room, leaving my heart beating fast, thinking about the upcoming week.

The next morning, I sat at the square breakfast table, sipping my coffee as usual while watching Mom cook. She and I always sat on opposite sides while Dad sat between us, opposite the empty side of the table.

When their bedroom door closed and Dad’s footsteps traipsed down the hall, I noticed Mom reach up and spread the sides of her robe open. A tinge of excitement shot through me, knowing we’d soon be in for a morning treat.

He walked in, pressed a quick kiss to Mom’s cheek, and said, “Good morning, everyone.”

“Good morning, dear. Sit down, and I’ll fill your coffee cup,” Mom said warmly.

As he settled into his chair, he instinctively reached for his phone, already absorbed in his business updates. Mom leaned over and poured his coffee, her robe gaping open, providing Dad a show, to which he totally ignored. When finished, she rose and asked, “Hunter, do you need topped off?”

“Sure, Mom,” I replied, picking up my cup to hand it to her.

“Leave it on the table and I’ll fill it,” Mom ordered, leaning over the table.

When my gaze locked onto her hanging, bare tits, I quickly glanced at Dad to see him still focused on his phone. She was far enough over the table that he wouldn’t even notice the display she was providing, only able to see the side of her robe.

My eyes returned to drink in her full, rounded breasts. The edges of her robe hung up on her hard nipples, preventing their exposure, although the edges of her dark brown areolas peeked out. My prick filled with blood as I overtly gawked at my mother’s smooth, firm tits, wobbling as she shifted around, filling my cup.

Mom broke by trance, asking, “Is that enough, sweetie? Or do you need some more?”

I looked up to see her smiling widely, acknowledging my realization that she had given me a show, with no intention of making Dad jealous. “That’s good, Mom. Thanks.”

She settled back into her chair, and while we ate, her robe remained partially parted, leaving the insides of her breasts visible.

After a few moments, Dad suggested, “How about we hit a ball game today, like we used to? After that, I’ll treat my two favorite people to a fine restaurant.”

“Sounds great, Dad,” I replied. “But I have some yard work and I need to catch up on some of my studies.”

Mom’s expression softened. Seeing the disappointment in her eyes, Dad urged, “You can do that tomorrow. The Triple-A team is playing today, and it’s supposed to be a great matchup.”

“I suppose that could work. We can take separate cars, and I’ll head out afterward to give you and Mom some time together,” I said.

“Nonsense,” they said in unison, then chuckled as their eyes met.

Dad turned to me, his voice warm. “I miss spending time with both of you. It would mean a lot if you joined us.”

Mom didn’t say a word, but the look in her eyes said she felt the same.

“Sure, I’ll make it work. I have a few hours this morning to study and can catch up on my chores tomorrow,” I agreed.

While studying, my mind kept drifting back to the visage of Mom’s perfect tits and I still wondered how it figured in her plan to make Dad jealous. Reasoning that it was probably Mom practicing flirting in front of Dad, I put it out of my mind and focused on my work.

After a light lunch, we changed, Dad and I finishing first, waiting in the living room for Mom. When she entered, Dad let out a wolf whistle as she swiveled around, modeling her dress.

I smiled, seeing the same sundress she had worn when we spied on Dad at his lunch, except that the notable difference was the absence of a bra.

“You’re gorgeous, Celine!” Dad exclaimed. “That dress fits you like a glove, in all the right places.”

While she blushed and smiled from Dad’s reaction, he turned to me and asked, “What do you think, Hunter, isn’t your mother a hottie?”

“Dad, that’s not something a son should think about or confirm,” I argued, my eyes remaining on her, obeying her previous wishes.

He laughed and responded, “Fair enough, let’s head out.”

Like the gentleman he’s always been, he opened the door and helped Mom into the front passenger’s seat while I settled into the backseat.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the hours spent at the park reminded me of the memories of us doing things together. Dad always insisted Mom sit between us, shielding her from any inappropriate advances.

During the seventh inning stretch, Dad excused himself to buy us some drinks. After he left, Mom turned to me and asked, “You never commented about my dress in front of your father. Don’t you like it?”

Her playful smirk and warm eyes made me smile as I answered, “You know I love it, but you’re right. I was remiss in not saying so in front of him. I should’ve agreed that you’re a hottie, like he said, although that dress looks a little familiar. Are you sure you haven’t worn it before?”

She giggled, my eyes drifting to her jiggling breasts, unrestrained by a bra. She replied, “Thanks for not putting me on the spot and asking me that in front of him. Some things have to remain a secret between a mother and son.”

She gripped my hand and squeezed, leaned over, and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks for being a good sport about this whole thing. Your dad appears to be responding to our actions.”

Before we could continue, Dad arrived with our drinks. After the game, he drove us to the upscale restaurant, where he had reservations. When the hostess led us to a booth, Dad sat on the edge and instructed, “Hunter, slide in and let your mother sit beside you so I can talk to her without turning.”