Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1 - Sex Stories

Mothers Plan Didn`t Work part 1

... hidden. She remained hunched over and my gaze remained on her display, knowing she couldn’t see me in the mirror. My prick turned to stone, my lust increasing. When the call ended, she straightened up and I quickly backed off so she wouldn’t notice my inappropriate behavior. After massaging her scalp, I bent down to kiss her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of Plumeria blossoms. I knew immediately why she used it. It was for special occasions and flashing your bare tits to your son fit the bill perfectly.

Our time on the couch after the office ritual went as usual with Mom resting against me. After a few minutes, she brought her arm around me to be more comfortable and I reciprocated, holding her while she relaxed. My eyes traveled from her legs, up to her robe opening which was split far enough apart to again show the inside edges of her bare breasts. Too quickly, she woke up and reached over to kiss my cheek. I turned to face her and our lips met. Surprisingly, she didn’t withdraw, her moist, soft lips lingering for several seconds before releasing me. After telling me goodnight, we retired to our bedrooms without acknowledging our first kiss on the lips. It took several beatings to tame the lizard that night.

The end of the school year rapidly approached, ending in a few weeks. My roommate, Jeff, struggled with his coursework. I discovered early on that he was gay, but he had no interest in me, so I was cool with it. In fact, I could talk to him more easily. He ...

... routinely asked me what Mom and I did on our weekends, describing how envious he was of our close relationship. I carefully withheld the fact that I lusted after my mother. He lived with his mother Sarah when not attending school. Their house was located close to the campus, so we went there quite a few times during the first several months of classes. Their house contained a nice spare bedroom with an attached bathroom, which I used when I stayed there. Their large house was a welcome break from our small campus room. Sarah divorced several years earlier and in my mind was far more attractive than the girls I had dated at school. Her intelligence and witty sense of humor added to her delightful personality. Like her son, she would question me about my relationship with my mother, asking what kind of activities we did on the weekends. I chalked it up to her being a little jealous, not having the same experience with her son. She was Mom’s age, her body just as hot. Unlike Mom, she had no problem wearing tight blouses while braless. Her pointy nipples pushed out the confining material of her blouse on many occasions. She dressed more provocatively in the evenings when relaxing in the living room, wearing short nighties or thin robes. I wasn’t sure if she did this to try to turn Jeff around, but I didn’t care as I reaped the rewards. She caught me more than once gazing at her beautiful body but returned only a sexy smile.

One weekend, while we watched TV, she asked, “Billy, I ...