Mom and Son’s Dirty Weekend at The Lake House Story

I glanced at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, the dim light from the screen casting a soft glow over my face. Another hour had passed, and still no word from him. My chest tightened as the realization settled in—he wasn’t coming. Valentine’s Day, and I’d been stood up.

I sighed, setting the phone down on the kitchen counter, trying to shake off the disappointment creeping in. The table was already set, candles lit, and the soft scent of roses lingered in the air. But all of it felt hollow now. A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wasn’t going to let him ruin my night.

I dressed in my beautiful, small black dress with a shallow neckline. I had spent so much time getting ready, hoping this night would be special. The dress hugged my curves, and underneath, showing my beautiful cleavage, I wore the new lingerie I’d bought just for tonight. The thought of him not seeing it left a sting in my chest.

Just as I was about to blow out the candles, I heard footsteps behind me.

“Hey, Mom. Oh damn, you look… erm,” Nathan stammered, his eyes on my neckline with his jaw dropped.

I turned to see Nathan standing in the doorway, his dark eyes full of concern. He had grown so much in the past year—standing tall at eighteen, with broad shoulders and that charming, tousled hair he always had. He looked at me with that solemn expression I knew too well, the one he wore when he could tell I was upset but didn’t want to push too hard.

I tried to smile, but my lips faltered. “Hey, baby. What’s up?”

He stepped closer, glancing at the empty table and the candles. “Did… did he cancel?”

I didn’t say anything for a moment, then nodded, letting out a small, bitter laugh. “Yeah. No call, no text, just… nothing. Why… I was looking forward to it Nathan, I spent a lot of money to look good for him.”

Nathan’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his concern deepening as he took in the scene. The table set for two, the candles flickering softly, the scent of roses filling the room—it was all meant for someone who didn’t bother to show up.

He looked at me, then at the dress I’d spent so much time choosing, the effort I’d put in to make the night special. “Mom, I’m so sorry. That guy… he doesn’t deserve you.”

I shrugged, trying to hide how much it stung, but the disappointment was still heavy in my chest. “I thought this night was going to be something different, you know? I wanted to feel… special.”

Nathan’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, and then he smiled, a light glinting in his eyes as if he had an idea. “You don’t need him to feel special. How about we go to the lake house? Just you and me. Let’s make tonight better. What do you say? I could be your date, well, potentially, haha.”

Nathan’s words caught me off guard, and I felt a flutter of warmth in my chest. His smile, that mischievous yet genuine glint in his eyes, was something I hadn’t expected to be my comfort tonight.

“You… want to take me to the lake house?” I asked, the idea both surprising and endearing. “You don’t have to do that, Nathan.”

He stepped closer, his expression softening even more. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Come on, Mom. You’ve had a rough night. Let me cheer you up. Besides, who says I can’t be your date? At least I won’t leave you hanging like that jerk.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You’re too sweet.”

He grinned and grabbed my coat from the hook. “Let’s go. We’ll get out of here, just the two of us. I’ll even stop for your favourite wine.”

I hesitated for a moment, looking around at the candles and the table that now felt so empty and pointless. But as I glanced back at Nathan, I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t just trying to make up for a ruined night—he genuinely wanted to spend this time with me, to make me feel appreciated.

“Alright,” I finally said, a smile spreading across my face. “Let’s go on my date, haha.”

Nathan got a bag ready and grabbed snacks and a few bottles of wine.

Nathan’s face lit up as I agreed, and he quickly started gathering things, moving around the kitchen with an energy that felt contagious. He tossed a few snacks into a bag, along with a couple of bottles of wine. The disappointment that had weighed so heavily on me just moments ago began to lift, replaced by something warmer, something hopeful.

I slipped on my coat, smoothing out the fabric of my dress as I glanced in the hallway mirror. Despite how I’d felt earlier, I had to admit, I looked good. The small black dress hugged my curves perfectly, and for a brief moment, I felt a surge of confidence. Even if tonight hadn’t gone as planned, I wasn’t going to let that stop me from enjoying myself.

Nathan came back into the room, his bag slung over one broad shoulder. “Ready?” he asked, his smile wide, his excitement evident.

I nodded, feeling lighter already. “Yeah, let’s go.”

We stepped out into the cool night air, and I could feel the tension from earlier melting away as we walked to the car. Nathan held the door open for me, a small but sweet gesture, and once we were settled inside, he turned on some music—something soft and calming, perfect for the drive to the lake house.

The roads were quiet, the stars shining brightly above as we made our way deeper into the woods. The more miles we put between us and the house, the further my disappointment seemed to drift. Instead of focusing on what didn’t happen, I focused on the peace of the drive, the warmth of Nathan’s company, and the idea of spending a quiet evening together, far away from everything else.

“You know,” I said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence, “this is really sweet of you, Nathan. I know you probably had other plans tonight.”

He glanced at me, smiling softly. “Nah, Mom. There’s no one else I’d rather spend the night with. Besides, who needs a date when I get to hang out with you?”

I laughed at his words, shaking my head. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, is it working?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

I smiled, looking out at the trees rushing past. “Yeah… it is.”

As we pulled up to the lake house, the familiar sight of the cozy cabin nestled against the backdrop of the trees brought a wave of calm over me. The moonlight shimmered off the lake, casting a silvery glow over the water. It was beautiful out here, peaceful in a way that made all the stress of the evening disappear.

Nathan parked the car and grabbed the bag from the back seat. “I’ll start the fire, and you can pick the movie.”

I nodded, following him inside. The cabin felt warm and inviting, like a quiet retreat from the world. Nathan immediately set about getting the fireplace going, and before long, the room was bathed in the soft glow of the flames. I slipped out of my coat and settled onto the couch, pulling a blanket over my legs as the warmth from the fire began to spread through the room.

Nathan handed me a glass of wine, then plopped down beside me, his arm resting casually along the back of the couch. “So, what are we watching?” he asked, holding up the remote.

I shrugged, taking a sip of my wine. “Something light. No romance tonight.”

He chuckled. “Deal. Comedy it is.”

We spent the next couple of hours laughing through movies, sipping wine, and letting the crackling fire fill the spaces between our conversations. It wasn’t the night I had planned, but in many ways, it felt better than what I’d imagined. There was no pressure, no awkward silence, just me and my son enjoying each other’s company.

At one point, I glanced over at Nathan, who was half-watching the screen, his eyes beginning to droop with sleep. I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. He had saved my night and turned what could have been a disaster into something memorable.

As the fire burned low and the last bits of wine were finished, I leaned back against the couch, feeling content for the first time all day. “Thanks for tonight, Nathan,” I said softly.

He looked over at me, his smile warm and genuine. “Anytime, Mom. You deserve it. So how was I as your date mom.”

I chuckled softly at Nathan’s question, shaking my head as I glanced over at him. “You were the perfect date, baby. A real gentleman.”

He grinned, stretching out his arms behind his head. “Good to know I can step in when needed,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with that playful glint I knew so well. “But seriously, I’m glad I could make you feel better.”

“Well, is there anything I can do to make you better in return, sweetie,” I said, pouring another glass of wine for us.

Nathan chuckled softly, taking the glass of wine I handed him. He sipped it, leaning back into the couch, looking at me with that same playful glint in his eyes.

“Mom, just seeing you smile again is enough for me,” he said, his voice soft but genuine. He set the glass down on the coffee table and gave me a reassuring smile. “I don’t need anything else.”

I sighed, “it still sucks that I spent a lot of money on this damn lingerie,” I said, downing the glass of wine.

Nathan glanced at me with a soft chuckle, but his eyes held a flicker of understanding. He didn’t try to downplay my feelings, which made me appreciate him even more. “Hey, Mom, that’s his loss. You look amazing, and you went all out. That’s on him for not showing up.”

I sighed again, running a hand through my hair. “I guess you’re right. It still feels like a waste, though, all that effort for nothing. I have no one to show it to. Oh well.”

Nathan leaned in a little closer, his voice soft but reassuring. “It wasn’t for nothing, Mom. You put in that effort for yourself. You wanted to feel good, and you do look incredible. That’s what matters, not him. Besides, if it makes you feel better, nights are not over, and he’s not your date, I am.” He chuckled.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Nathan’s playful tone, the warmth of his words cutting through the lingering disappointment. “You’re right,” I said softly, setting my empty wine glass on the table. “Maybe I did need more for myself tonight than I realized.”

Nathan grinned, leaning back and stretching his arms behind his head again, clearly satisfied with himself. “Exactly. You should feel good, Mom. And tonight, it’s all about that.”

The fire crackled softly beside us, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I glanced over at him, appreciating how effortlessly he had turned what could have been a painful evening into something special. I may have started the night feeling hurt and forgotten, but now, in the quiet cabin with Nathan, I felt a peace I hadn’t expected.

“Well, since you’re my date,” I teased, nudging him playfully, “what’s next on the agenda?”

Nathan’s eyes sparkled as he looked at me, his smile widening. “Well, since I’m your date,” he teased, pausing for dramatic effect, “how about dessert?”

I don’t think he meant food either, I don’t think he meant food either, I started to blush. “Erm… it’s getting late.” He was a good date as well, and I was wearing things underneath for my date; it is a shame if it went to waste.

It seemed like the room got a little warmer, or maybe it was the firelight playing tricks on me. I let out a nervous laugh, trying to ease the moment. “Dessert, huh?” I said, my voice light, though the meaning hung between us a little too heavily.

Nathan’s playful smile didn’t falter, but his tone softened as he leaned back, giving me space. “Relax, Mom. I meant the chocolate strawberries I brought. Didn’t mean to make you blush.” His eyes glinted with mischief, but his words were gentle, giving me an easy out.

I laughed at myself, relieved, but still a little flustered. “Of course, strawberries. I’m over here thinking you meant something else.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin wide. “Who, me?”

I rolled my eyes, grateful that Nathan always knew how to keep things light. I grabbed the remote and handed it to him, steering the night back into safer waters. “How about we stick with a movie marathon, Mr. ‘Best Date Ever?’”

Nathan chuckled, settling back into the couch as he flipped through the channels. “Alright, Mom. But seriously, next time, we’ll get some real dessert. You deserve it.”

As he settled on another comedy, I took a deep breath, thankful for the comfort and ease of the evening. Maybe the night hadn’t gone as planned, but I realized that I didn’t need fancy plans or anyone else to make me feel special. Sitting there, wrapped in the warmth of the fire, with Nathan beside me, I felt whole. And that was enough.

“You know, sweetie, let’s say we go to bed, and I mean my bed… you’re my date, right?” I don’t know what came over me.

“Wait… to sleep, right,” he kept staring at my boobs.

“Not exactly. I mean, you don’t have to. It’s wrong. I know. Forget I said anything,” I said as I got up from the couch.

“Ok, Mom, lead the way.” we went upstairs to my room.

As we walked up the stairs, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but I knew that Nathan would never do anything to hurt me or make me uncomfortable.

I led him into my bedroom, the soft glow of the moonlight casting a pale blue light over everything. The room felt cosy and intimate, with plush blankets and fluffy pillows. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as Nathan followed me inside.

He closed the door behind us, and for a moment, we just stood there silently. My mind raced with thoughts of what happened next—would he kiss me? Touch me? Or would he lie beside me and hold me close as we drifted asleep?

“I better get out this dress,” I slid it off, showcasing my beautiful lingerie.

“Oh fuck, Mom, you’re so hot like a MILF,” he chuckled.

He stared at my body, his eyes fixed on my cleavage, the lacey bra hugging my full breasts. I could see the hunger in his gaze, but a deep tenderness made me feel safe and cared for.

I reached behind me, unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the floor. My breasts were heavy and full, their rosy tips standing erect in the cool air of the room. Nathan’s eyes widened as he took them in, his breath hitching slightly as he swallowed hard.

He took his top off and pants and stood in his boxer shorts. He got in bed, and I followed just in my panties, which I took off under the covers and threw them.

We cuddled up on our sides, my tits squished against his chest. I took his hand and placed it between my legs.

“You like sweetie? Sorry if it’s a little hair,” I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was seducing my boy.

“Mmm, that’s okay, Mom. I love it,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

His fingers moved gently between my legs, teasing my wet pussy with gentle strokes. I gasped, arching my back as a shiver ran through me.

“Ungh,” I moaned, my hips moving in time with his touch.

He pressed his lips to my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so sexy, Mom,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as our bodies sank into the mattress. His fingers found my clit, and he began to tease it gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Oh fuck, Nathan, don’t stop, you can put your… your dick in me if you want,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.

He then climbed on top of me, and I felt him rub the head of his cock up and down my hairy gash.

“Is this okay, Mom? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his eyes searching mine for reassurance.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes, it’s okay. I trust you,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pushed forward, his cock sliding slowly into my wet pussy. I gasped, arching my back as he filled me.

“Oh fuck, Mom, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer as our bodies moved together in a sensual dance. His hands found my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as he kissed me deeply.

“Ungh, Nathan, don’t stop,” I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire.

He shifted his hips, his cock hitting my G-spot with each thrust. I cried out, my body writhing beneath him as I felt the first wave of orgasm wash over me.

“Oh fuck, Mom, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I clung to him, our bodies moving together in a frenzy of passion. He pushed deeper, his cock hitting my cervix with each powerful stroke.

“Oh fuck, Nathan, I love you,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I felt the second orgasm crash over me.

He groaned, his body shuddering as he buried himself deep inside me. We stayed like that for a long moment, our hearts beating in unison as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through us.

Eventually, he pulled out of me, his cock still hard as he lay beside me. I snuggled up to him, my head resting on his chest as we drifted to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up, and I couldn’t help but smile at the memory of our night together. I knew that we had crossed a line, but it felt right. As I looked at him, I realized that he was more than just my son’s friend—he was my lover, and I loved him.