Retired S-rank father becomes a teacher

Hotels in Venice were more historically beautiful than most buildings. This one, a relic from the 1900s, was a monument to Italian architecture with arched windows and walls painted in vivid frescos. The moon was still high in the night sky, its light casting a silvery glow upon the waters of the grand canal that reflected like a rippling mirror.

At the room’s balcony, Silas stood bare-chested. The city’s humid air brushed against his skin as he leaned against the ornate railing. The gentle splashing of water below and the distant laughter from nocturnal wanderers created a strangely peaceful symphony in the night.

His mom sat in one of the chairs, now wearing a bathrobe, her eyes gazing out at the same vista with a glass of wine in her hand. The red liquid swirled lazily within her glass.

Breaking the silence, Anna spoke.

“Are you going to spend the night here or return home to Liz and the girls?” There was a softness to her tone. One thing she admired was his marriage to Liz and how much they loved their girls. A happy marriage was a rare thing in this world. Mana did not change human emotions or the difficulty of relationships, it only heightened them. A bad marriage could end in death far too easily.

But she knew Silas loved Elizabeth with his heart and vice versa.

An expansive feeling overtook his chest. Turning to face his mother, the corner of his mouth lifted in a subtle smile, “I think I want to enjoy Venice for a little bit more. The quiet is nice.”

When he return to his mansion the chaos would commence anew, so just this one night of rest couldn’t hurt before he dealt with the world.

Anna nodded, her gaze distant as she sipped from her glass. Then she set the wine down on the table with a small thud.

“I’d like that very much,” she whispered, her words were followed by a heavy silence.

Silas was waiting for her to continue, to say something else that would hint at her thoughts, but the woman simply sat there, looking into her glass as if it held all the answers of the universe. Unlike in the cabana, she was now calm, almost too much.

Should he take initiative and bring up the tension that lingered in the air? After all, this was his mom. Not some random hookup.

He opened his mouth but before he could speak, she stood up from the chair gracefully with a determined stride. His breath caught in his throat when her bathrobe parted slightly. Her cleavage was exposed.

“Silas I want to paint you again,” she said with a soft smile as she teleported her easel and canvas in front of her, the paints already mixing together on her palette.

His cheeks warmed. When was the last time she painted him? When he was ten, or was it seven? Those paintings were now collecting dust in some corner of his childhood home.

But if she wanted to do it again then he would indulge her.

“Okay. But do I need to pose?” He asked, scratching his chin.

She giggled, it was music to his ears. “No silly. Just lean on the railing like that and relax. I’ll do my best to capture your rugged charm.”

A blush spread across his face as he complied. Turning his body to face her, he rested his arms on the marble railing and gave her his most casual pose. His back muscles tensed under his skin, and a beam of moonlight highlighted his abdomen.

Her eyes were locked on him, scanning every detail of his face and body with an artist’s precision. Shortly after her hand started to work, her brush moving swiftly across the canvas, creating strokes of color.

It felt like hours passed, yet the night still reigned.

Anna was beautiful. Her tongue darting out between her lips to wet them, her violet eyes glowing with excitement and focus. He had the urge to kiss her. And she seemed to notice because her smile turned teasing.

“Staring will make me mess up, you know?”

He chuckled. “Just admiring the artist at work.”

A pink tint colored her cheeks.

The sound of the brush stopping was followed by a content sigh.

“Done. What do you think?”

He walked over to look at the painting, and his jaw dropped slightly. Most of the painting and drawing of himself, that he'd seen, came from his fans back in the day and those focused on his magic, his power, but this... it was something else. She painted a young man who looked happy to just exist, his smile carefree and his violet eyes warm. The background of the canal and the buildings blended in seamlessly.

“Mom... this is amazing.”

Her heart melted as she looked at her work.

“Thank you honey. I think it might be my best yet.”

They looked at each other, sharing a moment of pure affection, one only possible between mother and son.

But that moment didn’t last long, the sexual tension was back. This time more palpable than before. It hung in the air like a thick fog, making it hard to breath or think.

Before he knew it, they were kissing. It started slow, just a brush of their lips together then grew intense, hungry. Her hands grasped his neck, pulling him closer as her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting of wine.

His hands found her hips, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing.

“Mmngh.” Her moan was muffled by their kiss as she wrapped her legs around him. His skin pressed against the silk of her robe, the heat between them growing with each movement.

When they broke for air, Anna pulled her face back and looked at him with desire.

“Bed. Now,” she panted and bit her lower lip.

Silas didn’t have to be told twice. With a burst of mana he warped the short distance into the room, his mouth finding hers once again in a desperate kiss as he gently placed her on the king-sized bed, beneath him.

That bathrobe had to go, and it did.

He pulled at the belt with haste, untying it and opening it to reveal his mom’s naked form. She was still stunning, her breasts full and her stomach toned with slight abs. Licking his lips, he traced the contours of her body with his fingers. The scent of her sweet arousal filled the room.

“You’re so beautiful mom,” he whispered into her ear.

Laying flat on the mattress, Anna looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. His words sent a shiver through her, but she wanted to hear more. Her nipples perked up.

“Compliment me more,” she breathed out.

A smirk and he leaned in and started at her lips, placing a peck.

“Your lips drive me crazy, Mom. So soft, so perfect... I could kiss them all night,” he kissed her again.

A trail of wet embraces went down from her neck to her collarbone.

Her breathing quickened with each praise: her breasts, her stomach and her thighs, all were covered with kisses and compliments.

And the whole time she squirmed under him. Her core was dripping. The need to have her son inside her overwhelming her.

Pulling away, he smiled at the flushed beauty under him, who looked at him with pleading eyes. Silas put his hand on her cheek, stroking the skin with his thumb.

“But most beautiful of all is your heart mom.”

Anna almost came right then and there.

It was enough. She needed him. Now.

“Silas, please stop talking and fuck me already. I can’t wait anymore.” She begged, her voice cracking.

His laugh was deep, full of lust. Positioning himself between her legs, his tip rubbing against her slick entrance, making them both moan.

“Wait... condom,” she said but then stopped.

She shook her head. “No I don’t care. Do it raw, I’ll take a pill. Just... hurry.”

It was dangerous, and he knew it but his body wasn’t listening.

Pushing forward, he entered her warm folds. Their gasps were synchronized as he stretched her tight walls. She was wet, so it slid in easy but the tightness remained as she squeezed around him.

He liked having her under him like this: looking into her violet eyes as he thrust his cock in and out of her cunt, making wet slapping sounds with each push.

“Ngnh~! Fuck.” Anna moaned, closing her eyes.

The pleasure was overwhelming for her. After all this time her son was inside her again, his large dick making her go insane.

Silas groaned too.

“It feels so good Mom. You’re so tight and warm as if we were made for each other.”

He praised as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, the bed squeeking underneath them. The headboard hitting the wall.

“You... you can’t say that. Aahn~ it’s too much,” she bit her lip.

But her flower told another story. Her inner walls clamped down on him like she wanted nothing more than to milk his seed and feel it fill her womb.

His hand found her clit. Rubbing it with his thumb he made her scream.

“Mom let’s switch positions.”

Anna didn’t reply. She was too busy cumming on her son’s dick.

He slowed his pace to ride out her orgasm, letting her enjoy the bliss of it. Then he pulled out, leaving her empty and twitching. Their position changed, he was lying on the bed and she was on top of him. Those eyes looked dazed and needy.

She brought his hand up to her breast, making him squeeze it and play with her nipple. Then she aligned her dripping hole with his erection. Both of them gasping as she lowered herself onto his length.

The new angle allowed her to feel him deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her tremble. Her hips moved on their own, riding her son like a wild beast. Up and down she went, her thighs flexing.

The slapping noise echoed in the bedroom, mixing with their heavy breathing and moans.

Silas felt his own release building up fast, his glans bulging. He grabbed his mom’s hips and pulled himself deeper in her pussy.

“Mom... I’m gonna cum,” he warned in a strained voice.

She nodded, her hips pushing down, wanting it.

He didn’t hold back. With a final thrust, leaving no space between them, he buried himself to the base and spilled his hot seed into her, filling her to the brim.

Anna cried out, the feeling of his thick cum inside her was her undoing. She came again, clenching her muscles and prevented him from moving out. Her womb demanded everything he had to offer.

They panted, falling to the bed together, his arms around her sweaty body. His cock still throbbing inside her.

It took some minutes for them to calm down and their breathing to return to normal. Silas kissed his mother’s forehead.

“Are you okay mom?” He asked, a soft smile on his lips.

Her breathing was deep, her eyes closed and her face on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart.

“I’m better...than ever, son,” she mumbled.

Sleep was coming for her and he felt her drifting. Her body relaxed, her pussy loosened the grip on him.

He stroked her hair and let her rest. Admiring her sleeping form for a while, before he carefully slipped out of her, letting the warm white liquid flow out of her: the evidence of their taboo act. He gently cleaned her up and pulled a blanket over her.

A yawn came out of him as he sat down at a chair. A nap sounded like a good idea after that session but first he would send a text to Liz.

‘Sorry love, won’t be home till morning. Mom fell asleep’

‘Aww are you two getting along? Did you have fun together? Tell mom I said hi and kiss her goodnight’

Smiling at his wife, he replied ‘I’ll tell you tomorrow. Night, love you.’

He put his phone down and looked at his sleeping mom one more time, before climbing into bed with her.