more of milf! reader with her son's friends having a crush??
a/n: continuation of this!! also i know one of the pictures has tattoos...but i would like the think that retired dilf art would get his arm tattooed. 😈
after that incident he scolded his sons.
"what type of men did i raise? not defending your mother?" the boys had their heads down im shame. "i taught you both better. specially about her." you were incredibly unaware of everything.
so naturally you were confused as to why your sons friends didnt come over anymore! to you they were nice boys. nice and respectful.
it was months later that your son's brought friends over.
"are you sure about this, dude?" samuel muttered to matthew while going inside of the house. a group of friends following after them. "shut up. we got this. either dad is out, its just mom. she's too dumb even notice we brought them in."
samuel gulped. one, he was scared shitless. he knew you werent one to get mad, no, you were one to get disappointed. he hated to a disappointment for his mom. more than matthew scared. and second, no way he was going to get yelled at by his father. no way.
you were in your bedroom to even notice the group of 5 boys and 3 girls sneaking inside the twins room.
it isnt until you're doing laundry that you go into their room. "do you guys have any- oh!" your eyes widen as you take in what's infront of you. everyone is spread out the room, matthew talking to a girl and samuel playing on their ps5. you smile sweetly. "i didnt know we had company." you say as you wave at the boys you recognize.
"what's up Mrs. donaldson." one of the boys say. smirking as his eyes wander up and down your body. "hey sweetie." you respond, recognizing the boy from the last hangout the twins had in the house. matthew is about to defend you, to tell the guy to back off. samuel WAS going to defend you, listen to his father and defend you. but it isnt until matthew speaks that he flinches.
"can you get out?" matthew spits out, glaring at you before standing up. "oh yeah, sorry!" you giggle softly, waving bye at them before shutting the door. matthew goes up to the door and locks it.
timeskip to when art comes and you receive him with a big hug. "hey baby." he hums, kissing your neck softly while embracing you. you greet him, kissing his lips. "and the boys?" he mumbles against your lips, his hands holding onto your hips. "oh with some friends upstairs!"
he stiffens. his grip on you tightening. "friends? what friends."
"uhh the ones that came last time? like a couple months ago." you respond, untangling yourself from him to go to the couch. his fists tighten, already imagining all the things their friends might of said. might of done. "stay here."
you nod, eyebrow raising as you watch him go upstairs.
his anger spikes as he catches a sniff of weed.
he barges into the room. finding samuel playing on the ps5, a bit distanced from the group. he finds matthew making out with one of the girls, while the others hot box the whole room. "every get out now!" he doesn't shout. he doesn't need to. his tone is enough make everyone in the room rush out.
you flinch as several stomps come from the stairs, watching as all of your sons friends run out.
"baby what's going on?" you frown, your eyes widening as you see what's in his hands. he sits beside you, dumping the stuff in the table infront of both of you before gripping your hand.
samuel and matthew walk downstairs, standing infront of both of you with their heads down. samuel is visibly shaking, he didnt want to take part in this, didnt want to disappoint you. "samuel?" art says calmly, too calmly. "explain yourself."
samuel takes in a shaky breath before spilling everything out. "i didnt want to i swear i didnt! i told matthew this was a bad idea and i knew he would still do it. i-i didnt know what to so i didnt say anything but i swear i-" art shushes him, his eyes flickering to matthew.
he knows his sons well enough to know which one is guilty and which one isnt. you're reduced to tears now. your boys. your baby boys smoking? maybe not samuel but matthew? you treated both of them equally, loved them as much. you dont know what happened, what you did to make matthew distance himself.
"explain yourself. to your mom." art says firmly. reiterating the mom part to make everything more tense. "i just-" matthew sighs. shrugging while looking away. "i didnt think. i just wanted to hang with friends."
"so by hanging with friends you start acting like a fucking idiot and makeout with a slut in your bed? smoke? in our fucking house?" art mutters. his tone is shaking with how angry he's getting. "i wasnt thinking." matthew mumbles, looking away with an uninterested look.
that look breaks you. because he doesn't even look sorry. he looks bored. "i-i-i need to go." you whisper, wiping your tears away before standing up, walking past the 3 of them to lock yourself into the restroom.
"you see what you did asshole?!" samuel shouts, shoving matthew down, both of their angers quickly rising. "shut up pussy! what are you? mommy's boy?!" matthew says as he punches samuel across the face. samuel touches his cheek before swinging his arm to get ready to hit matthew.
"ENOUGH." art shouts, grabbing matthew by the collar to separate them. "samuel, go check up on your mom now. and you?" art says while pushing matthew to the couch. "who do you think you are? making your mother cry? while living at her house?"
art crosses his arms, glaring down at his son while samuel rushes to you. "you're 18 for gods sake. about to be 18. grown ass adult and you're still acting like a fucking baby!"
"that's right. i am an adult. i can do whatever the fuck i want!" matthew shouts. "really? then why are you still living here? if you're so grown you dont need me to pay everything for you."
"but dad i-" "dad nothing."
"you actively disobeyed everything i told you. i told you to not bring your friends and they're here. i told you before i dont want you smoking in the house and yet not only you, but all of your friends do it. you actively disrespect not me, but your mom."
art takes a deep breath, his head aching. "your mom loves you dearly. she shows it so much better than i ever could. and this is how you repay her? disrespecting her infront of her face." he closes his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose. "and you also have the audacity to drag your brother in this. you know how he is, how he'll listen to you if you pressure him enough."
"go to bed." he mumbles, grabbing the stuff of the table and throwing them away. "dont come out of your room until you're ready to say sorry to your mom and brother." he really cant believe he's scolding his 18 year old son like he's a little kid. "you're under my roof. i pay everything in this house. so if you dont agree with me you're more than welcome to leave."
he gives his son a last glance before walking upstairs.
now, his whole focus is on how he's going to calm you down.
