Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1

... that if I took a year-long course at a business school, it would provide her a chance to pursue a relationship and at the same time, open up an opportunity for me to find someone. When I informed her of my decision, she appeared to be a little upset but told me she understood that I needed to explore other options. She helped me pick out a curriculum that would be useful in any business, including hers. She assisted me in filling out the applications and even went with me to the campus to finalize the paperwork and inspect my dormitory room. She paid for everything and offered to spring for a more expensive private room, but I told her a roommate would be fine, enabling me to fit in better.

After high school graduation, I started immediately at the business school and remained there for several months before returning home. Mom and I video chatted on our computers, but seeing her in person again was always better. We spent the whole weekend together, relating the events of the past few months. It surprised me to learn that she still hadn’t dated, but devoted her free time at work and spending her free time with her sister, Aunt Kathy. I reluctantly returned to school Sunday night for the next week’s classes. I repeated this several more times until Mom suggested I come home each weekend. I could do my homework in her office as she didn’t spend a lot of time on business anymore. Her cheerful eyes plus the thought of spending more with her persuaded me to abide by her ...

... wishes. This didn’t solve my initial problem — hoping Mom would pursue a relationship plus I might find someone to take my mind off my hot Mom. I dated a few girls at school but none of them compared with Mom and I soon broke up with them. I couldn’t talk with any of them the same way I connected with Mom or have as much fun. My daydream abruptly ended when Mom yelled, “What’s taking so long, Billy? I’m getting lonely out here.” Her cheerful giggling followed and I dropped everything to join her on the couch. Once I settled beside her, my eyes traveled to her exposed long, shapely legs. Previously, she had preferred wearing longer skirts, due to her height of almost six feet. When my gaze shifted to her face, her warm smile had its usual effect on me, a combination of calming and excitement. She’s thirty-six but looks like she’s in her late twenties. “Only two months to go, Billy,” Mom exclaimed. “I can’t wait until you’re back home permanently.” She had always talked with her hands, waving them while she described things. It was a little out of ordinary when she touched my shoulders several times while conversing. I reasoned that it was due from the excitement of the moment, but I also hoped she intentionally flirted. “So, tell me. Have you met up with an attractive coed yet?” she asked. I smiled, expecting her question, as it was traditional for her to ask me each time I returned home. “No,” I replied. “No one serious. I’ve been a little busy, preparing to conclude my studies.” ...