Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1

... we’d be there all night with my mother. Holding me closer, she rested her head against mine. It was hard to see through the hair that had fallen in my face but I didn’t attempt to push it aside. The scent of her shampoo excited me. Whispering in her ear I asked, “Mom, did you use the Plumeria shampoo from our Hawaii vacation? It smells good. You know it’s one of my favorites, don’t you? It brings back memories from our vacation.” I felt her hot breath when she whispered, “Yes it is, I’m glad you noticed. I use it on special occasions. That was our first trip together after your dad died. You were very supportive and helped me through a tough time. I always think of you when I shampoo with it and save it for when I’m with you.” She pressed her head closer to mine and held me tightly. We had transitioned from dancing to swaying back and forth, enjoying the close contact. When the song finished, we stopped and held each other for a moment before Mom pulled back and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks, Billy. You were really good. Any girl would be thrilled to dance with you,” she sincerely said. “I only care about one girl being elated and that’s you, Mom,” I professed as my eyes locked onto hers. I couldn’t interpret her blushing expression. “Was it excitement or was it fear?” I asked myself. “Had I gone too far?” I didn’t have much time to contemplate it as she led me back to the table. We returned home, took our showers and began our nightly routine. I wore my robe in the ...

... evenings and Mom usually wore comfortable sweats and on occasion a robe that ended at her knees. It was thick enough I couldn’t tell if a bra was underneath.

Finishing my homework one night, Mom snuck up behind me. When I felt her hands massaging my shoulders, goosebumps immediately popped up on my arms. I enjoyed her gentle caressing for a few minutes before saying, “Mom, that feels really good, I was tenser than I thought.” She replied, “You were concentrating on your work so hard you hardly noticed me coming in. You looked like you could relax. I don’t want you to work yourself to death like your father did. I want you to enjoy life to the fullest.” When I completed my homework, her fingers ceased movement. Thinking we were done, I said, “I’m finished for tonight, Mom. I think I’ll watch some TV before hitting the sack.” She ran her hands up my neck and through my hair, massaging my scalp with her long, strong fingers. It felt wonderful and I shivered from her contact. When I involuntarily moaned, Mom noted, “Boy, someone really enjoys a head rub.” “Yeah, that feels wonderful Mom,” I professed. “Your fingers are so talented. You’re spoiling me more than usual.” “That’s my devious plan. Bribing you to get free labor,” she laughingly disclosed. Leaning down, she kissed me on my neck and left the room. I went to the living room and watched a show. After a few moments, Mom excused herself to video chat with her sister in her office. Their close-knit relationship was evident from ...