My Mothers Boyfriend - Sex Stories

My Mothers Boyfriend

... raw desire or a trap to ruin her mom's happiness? He made a calculated choice, the risk was not worth the reward.

As Mark pulled away from the intensity of their exchange, a sense of reality returned to the moment. With a soft chuckle, he gently disentangled himself from Janet's gaze and turned his attention to the bouquet of roses in his hand.

"Let's put these flowers into a vase and head out for our reservation, shall we?" Mark suggested, his voice infused with a hint of excitement as he gestured towards the table where Sarah was arranging the flowers.

Janet blinked, momentarily lost in the haze of desire that had enveloped them. She hadn’t expected to be so forward, but something about the way Mark looked at her, something about how she felt in her dress, washed away her inhibitions. With a nod, she shook herself out of her reverie, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Mark turned to Sarah with a warm smile. "Ready to go?" he asked, offering her his arm as they made their way out of the condo to their Valentine's Day dinner.

The restaurant was packed with patrons, the venue humming with the sounds of chatter that complemented the piano being played in the back of the room. The dim lighting casts a romantic glow over the scene. As they entered, the ladies drew admiring glances like celebrities out on a night in the town. With a playful grin, Mark quipped, "I must be the luckiest man in the restaurant tonight."

Sarah and Janet couldn't help but giggle ...

... at his remark, the tension of the evening melting away in the warmth of his presence. Sarah felt a sense of relief wash over her, grateful that Mark's easygoing nature appeared to ease Janet's initial reservations about their outing.

Meanwhile, Janet basked in the attention, feeling more grown-up and sophisticated than ever before as she walked arm-in-arm with Mark. Every glance and whispered murmur from nearby tables only fueled her excitement, a thrill coursing through her veins at the realization that they were looking at her—with a real man, at a fancy dinner, the center of attention.

The waiter guided them to a row of large tables surrounded by tufted half-circle bench seats. They were welcomed by plush, beige seating and large windows that showcased the buzzing city lights and glittering bay down below. The window behind their table was framed with long elegant white curtains that tied the vaulted ceiling with wooden beams to the decorative wood finishing along the wall and seats. On the table, candlelight illuminated the flowers and cutlery casting playful shadows on the pristine long white tablecloth.

Mark ushered Sarah into her seat, his gallant gesture earning him a smile from Sarah. He then welcomed Janet to sit next to her.

Janet paused, leaning in to ask her mom a question. “Do you mind if I sit on the other side of Mark?”

Sarah raised her eyebrows, looking at Mark, “It’s fine with me, honey,” she said.

Sarah couldn’t believe her ears, earlier ...