Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1

“Mom, I’m home,” I yelled, entering our house after a three-month stay at business school. My hands were full, laden down with my laptop bag and my knapsack full of clothes. Mom ran from the kitchen, looking as lovely as ever, and embraced me, hugging me tightly. I dropped my bags and reciprocated her hug. Her warm cheek pressed against mine while her scented hair draped over my reddening face. As usual, Mom’s close presence woke up my prick. Her soft breasts pressed into me along with her natural scent reminded me of how much I missed being with Mom, the woman I was in love with. Her hair smelled of Plumeria blossoms and wasn’t lost on me. She purchased a bottle of expensive shampoo in Hawaii during a vacation we had taken years before. I knew she only used it sparingly, saving it for special occasions. It warmed my heart that she thought enough of my homecoming to warrant using it. I backed my pelvis off so my raging hard-on wouldn’t disrupt our moment. Her hands held the sides of my face, while her beautiful brown eyes penetrated my soul. “Billy, I’ve missed you so much,” she gushed, displaying the smile that always sent a chill down my spine. “We have so much to get caught up on. Unpack your bags and let’s talk before we sit down for dinner.”“Sure, Mom. It’ll just take a sec. I’ve missed you, too. Dinner smells like you’re cooking up my favorite meal.” She leaned in, gave me a sweet peck on the cheek, and whispered, “I planned a special night for your homecoming, ...

... including dinner. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for weeks.” She turned and left for the kitchen while I headed to my room.

While I unpacked, I reminisced as to how much Mom had gone through, since Dad died a few years ago. He worked himself into an early grave, starting up a business and spending all of his time building it up, not allowing anyone to help him manage it. Long hours, bad lunches, and non-stop stress took their toll, which left Mom to take over the business along with the burden of raising me. She’s smart and had no problem assuming control and promoting trustworthy people to key management positions. Eventually, she distanced herself from the business, allowing her to devote her time to raising me. Our bonding grew closer through those years, doing everything together, including taking vacations to scenic attractions. We dedicated the weekends to dining out at different restaurants or visiting the local attractions.

Before graduating from high school, Mom asked me whether I wanted to start at her business right away or if I wanted to pursue a career of my own. My personal preference would have been to stay at home and work with her, but I feared that my lustful cravings for my mother might surface and if Mom didn’t share my feelings, it could end up jeopardizing our relationship. I also hated to see my mom tied down to the business, while caring for me. She hadn’t dated since Dad’s passing and her only relationship since then was with me. I decided ...