Executing the Plan for Mother Ch. 02

The next morning I wake up, Mom is still asleep. I went to check the bathroom and it seemed just as it had been left in last night. · She is busy, it appeared. I did not think much about it, simply cleaned my teeth, splashed some water on my face and went to school.

I even loved school life. I got caught into studying, messing around and teasing the girls. But for me, I can easily get stuck in whatever is right in front. Whether described as focus or scatterbrained, it amounts to the same thing. Honestly, my obsession with Mom is weird and morbid, but it would be easy to get over if we weren't living together. She may have been the greatest girl in all history for me but there was simply no other to fall back on. But you are living under the same roof so where can you go? Well, that is what I am drawn to what is in my face, and mom's beauty is always in your face.

The previous day my scuffle was now the talk of the whole class. At break, I was with my buddies, bopping around in frenetic energy.

The poor guy took the brunt of my back foot and he went flying like 8 feet. Followed him up, on his heels he staggered back and WHACK another move to the dome. It was unreal, guys."

James, you needed to nail him right in his weak spot my buddy Micheal chimes trying to get me there.

"You don't get it. "when pros fight..." i began but was interrupted.

James, when you gonna be martial arts world king in it? It was Sophia, someone in my class Short hair, a little tomboyish with style that was street-fighter turned ballet dancer so she always had this slick edge. Well she -- Being the relaxed type, nothing she says is ever raw and plain, but this time there was a little more sarcasm than usual.

I was okay, and I played along. "Today. Right now."

"Today? So, uh... James; does that mean you are going to come and slap my lunch tray out of my hand again. Sophia rolled her eyes.

Not her tray, yes a day ago had been mine that I knocked over. It was not even the car name I had registered. After the fight I was too antsy so I ran(Action).

"Oh, that was yours? My bad, I didn't notice. I will take you out to dinner one day.

By "sometime," I meant never. Adorable or not, she just doesnt do it for me. Too much of a tomboy. Nothing like Mom.

Sometime my ass. All of you were macho when you were fighting, now don't pussy out. You know what, I was ravenously hungry this entire afternoon yesterday. Sophia wasn't letting it go.

"Alright, fine, lunch today then. Consider it done -- the entire school will know you are the master of all that happens in the cafeteria.

It's just a meal, right? No big deal. (Also, I have a weakness for girls with long hair.) You can never go wrong with long, flowing tresses -- they're just so girl-y!

"The cafeteria? That's all I get?" Sophia made a face of fake outrage.

Oh yeah man you made her food go flying on sight during a bitreat. That cafeteria lunch isn't gonna cut it," Michael baited, as usual.

They were playing mind games with me, and it worked. I cocked my head, smiled at Sophia and replied, "well what do we have to do for it?

She had a smirk like she hit the jackpot. "Sunday afternoon, Redwood Square, seafood special."

My grin faded. I knew that place. More than a hundo each. That's nearly four hundred dollars for two -- my allowance was not that high, more than a month's worth.

This wasn't about lunch. It was only to bleed me dry.

But by then, it was too late; I had already flapped my jaws and all eyes were on me. No backing out now.

"Seafood buffet, all right," I said grinding my teeth.

Sophia, catching my grimace, laughed. "Wow, you're loaded, huh? I mean, I was kind of joking about this, but since you brought it up, who am I to refuse. It's a deal."

Michael, the tiny agitator, would not let up. "Hey, why aren't you inviting me? Do not leave your friend for some girl, man.

"Buzz off. You cannot even miss a meal cafeteria style and you want to hit up the seafood buffet? Dream on," I shot back. We used to tease each other like this all the time anyway, so it was just fun and games.

Michael just chuckled. "Why not? No, wait, then I would be third... or crashing to your date with Sophia. Yeah, I don't fit in."

Sophia being her cool self, she did not get mad. She only laughed alongside the unintelligent response, "Haha ya well glad you know your place.

Settled just like that! My account was about to be near empty and now I would have paid for a while.

That afternoon, when I was back home I still could not understand why it mattered to look good. What, couldn't I have just sprung for the school lunch and called it good for another day. ~ She Bite My Heart

I thought about it for a few days, and then I understood that the reason was Sophia. Well, I WAS interred n her but zero interest would be an exaggeration. But to spend a month of an allowance on some girl I did not care one bit for? Not worth it. I guess, in the end, it all comes down to being too embarrassed to lose face in front of a pretty girl.

The entire way home replaying that thought in my head it wasn't until I was about to be at the door did it hit me. The real issue wasn't Sophia. Mom was what happened yesterday. All the rest is just a waste.

Sure enough, I opened the door to find Mom at home, parked on the couch glued in front of the tube.

I said, stealing a glance at her face " Mom, I m back." She was regular, nothing out of the norm.

She answered in an I'm-not-doing-anything-out-of-the-ordinary voice that could only mean a storm s brewing:; Hey, James. TextChanged -- Proof of Published "You hungry? I made some food for you. It's in the kitchen."

I breathed out a silent sigh of relief. "Yeah, I'm starving. I'll grab something." School lunch sucks, so I feel ya, I normally have seconds when I get home.

I crept into the bathroom and it was clean. No clothes scattered around the room like usual. Most of the time it would take a couple of days before laundry started to accumulate.

Dinner was quiet, but tense. Mom just hung her, like she wanted to speak but would catch herself. I smirked to myself. She's old-school and sensitive. She certainly wouldn't discuss it with me. Heck, I doubted she would tell Dad. What's she gonna say? Your son had a hard-on while he was massaging me and went behind closed doors and jerked off with my stockings, came all over them?

With homework done, I left my room. Mom had already gone to bed. She did not used to crash this soon. We would just talk about either school or her job, and sometimes I would give her a back rub. All part of my 2-year master plan, naturally.

There I would brush my teeth even using the bathroom. No clothes anywhere. The washing machine was empty. She'd obviously hidden all of it in her room.

No stockings, no g-strings, no massages-no late-night talks. All gone.

But I wasn't stressed. Not one bit.

I peeked at Mom's shut bed room door, then I walked to the entrance door and flushed a cabinet. One day, I went for a couple of her 5cm black patent leather heels. Nice. With a conference the next day and not very many heels, these were a no brainer.

I stuck my nose into one. Unlike the barely detectable aroma of her stockings, there was a trace of salty odour mingled with a powerful waft of tanned leather. It ran through me like a wave, I went solid rock just like that.

So, my dick slipped inside there and clicked into gear with a nice slow rub. It was gross, if I am being perfectly honest with you, a sort of perverted high for my foot fetish.

It was like getting off on fucking satin stockings, so I took the heels back up to my room, and opened my phone and pulled up some of my most beloved incest stories as segment of them. I lay on my side, Mom's heel next to my face another by my balls. Left hand the phone, I started stroking with my right

She was slowing her stride and I inhaled the deep fragrance of her high heels.

Motherfucker, you took your stockings off and left them over there so if we cum in your shoes?

You either use your feet on my cock, mom, or I'll fuck those heels of yours.

M-mom... how come you wont let me fuck your tits? And my dick slapping your face, all this doesn´t sound good? Well, just go ahead and catch my cum in your stocking feet then.

I could not help to licked the inner of her heel. Salty. My hand moved faster.

Mom, this is your foots gone. So I will come right thereat your heel, your rotten with sperm feet...

'Whew,' I sighed, unleashing one after the few other human thick bursts into her shoe.

I cleaned myself with a tissue, laid down for a second before putting the heels back in their place. I didn't clean out the cum. If she did, well fine that was the point. Not all of her shoes will fit in her room, will it? If she didn't, even better. The thought of her perfect feet in my filth nearly made me come again. She would figure it out eventually. Then what, Mom?

I ere her beautiful breasts in my head, and I fell asleep with My heart racing.

The day at school the next day was perhaps equally uninteresting, as I went through my classes. Well, I may have cheated with one event being closer to the centre of it all when it comes to Sophia. We usually just exchanged some jabs here and there, but we were really talking.

She noticed that I was drenched in sweat during gym class, so she gave me her water. You feed me, you my mans now. I Said, "I Treat My Friends Nicely, That Strange for You?"

She's quirky. Maybe she's into me? Not my type, but she is pretty (I wouldnt say no.... mostly a joke) A ton of guys are after her, no room for me.

I went to work at the study hall and then back home. Mom was there alone. I had to wait for Dad until tomorrow.

"Mom, I'm back." Over time entering through that door began to feel like walking into a warzone.

She didn't answer. My stomach dropped. She was pissed.

I glanced around. The heels had moved. She'd found out.

Did she wear them?

I could see her face, as if in ruined peace ( like the calm of a gathering storm );

"James... get over here," her face was unreadable.

I just sat there in front of her with my head hanging low quiet.

Slap! Jimmied across my face so hard that it stung.

"James, you ..." her eyes spit.

I was stunned. Not had she hit me since I was in high school, let alone slap my face. That was a first.

Speechless, dread began to trickle in like a typhoon. Hand on my face,

I was not expecting her to go off the deep end like this.

"Are you even human, James? What did you do? Tell me!"

Instead of just being angry, her blue eyes were disappointed.

"Speak! You're usually such a chatterbox. Say something!"

I stayed quiet. What could I say? I described how I jacked off wearing her stockings and pumps? Finally saying that out loud was another.

How do you spend hours of time? After all, you keep fluctuating in your grades. Stop being so damn perverted all the time. I used to think you were distracted, but I see it now. I never realized before what a bastard you really are," she continued to rag on me. "Maybe you are speechless now," she said snidely when I didn't answer. Embarrassed? Not with how you did it, huh?

"Mom, I'm sorry," I mumbled.

That just set her off again. "Sorry? What good's that? How did I raise such a creep? Stop raping yourself, Let me tell you..."

She went on a 10 minute rant and I was just totally zoned out at this point, trying to force the tears but it was no use. Other than the slap -- which caught me off guard -- I had anticipated the top down just about every misconception.

Since I could not cry, I put on the poor little me. After a moment of her little rambling, I added "Mom, it seems I fucked up last night. I won't do it again. Please don't be mad."

She sipped her water, exhaled, and answered "Okay, James. You said it, no next time. Disappear before I get eyes on you again or im hauling your ass in.

Mom walked around the house dressed like a nun for days and barely spoke to me afterward, obviously doing her utmost to drive home the point. I muttered something about the fight when Dad returned and he asked how I had managed to piss her off now.

Soon Sunday, and disappeared as the boats went by. As she was still pissed, I simply put my head down and tread carefully not to wake the sleeping giant. Besides, the next phase of my plan wasn't ready to go yet.

"Dad, I'm heading out. -- -- Dinner at a friend's place, won't return for lunch."

Dad: "Okay, just don´t be out too late. He wasnt a helicopter type anyway, he was too busy with work to care.

"You're always out messing around. You want to go play, but your grades ain't hitting the numbers? No way," Mom snapped.

"Mom, I have plans with a friend," I mumbled

"It's fine, it's the weekend. 'He works hard most of the time,' Dad interjected. Not that it showed in my grades, of course; but I was trying.

"Guy or girl?" My dad asked, and my mom backed down because she did not want to "undermine" him in front of me.

"Guy. Emma, you know him."

I lied smoothly. Emma was a friend of mine and Michael and she was quiet and accomplished. Mom liked him.

"Go on then," Dad established.

I heard Mom launching as I closed the door. "Logan, you spoil him. Look what he's turned into."

My heart raced. Was she gonna spill to Dad? I pressed my ear to the door.

"Turned into what? James was always like that," Dad said, not so sure anymore.

"Good? With those grades? Does he wanna be a bum?" Which translated into -- mom was pissed, but not about that.

"I see him studying hard. "Perhaps you can tutor him more," Dad proposed.

"He doesn't ask me. What does he need help with, how am I supposed to know? And anyway, I don't remember most of whatever that high school stuff was. I might not even get it right," Mom said as her voice started to disappear.

So, I snuck out and went to Redwood Square.

"Where you at?" I texted Sophia.

"4th floor, arcade."

Sophia -- girly name, total tomboy vibes.

I was dancing and then I found her tearing it up on DDR. Her movements were too quick and she was too slender to contain this strength so abruptly. Honestly, it was badass.

For a second, I was hooked. Or maybe this is just how all men are hard wired to mess up.

She finished, and I waved. "Hey, wanna dance together?"

"Nah, I'm wiped. Time to get back into the games," she said, tossing me a bag filled with coins.

I am already excited because its been a minute since I have been to an arcade. She was fun to be around and we had different time periods at the different machines. I was a tad more skilled, and she insisted on besting me.

She finally won a match of a fighting game and clapped. "Ha, loser."

Yeah, wonder who kept losing before then? I teased.

She smirked, brushing it off. "Whatever, I won in the end."

"Done playing?"

"Yeah, let's eat."

Buffet food, not my strong suit, too lazy to server myself but Sophia loves it.

We both leaned back after stuffing ourselves and she went, "So... your afternoon open?"

"Gotta study at home." Recently I was keeping out of site and didn't want to chance anything.

"Then walk with me a little.

The spring breeze felt nice. We took our coffees and walked into the park, talking just like normal.

We sat on a bench, appreciating that late afternoon serenity.

"James."

"Yeah?" I turned to her.

"Wanna be my boyfriend?" Her skin was rosy, her eyes bright.

It was so random and I froze.

I mean, I did like her, just not enough to get in that deep. I didn't want to break her heart, but I wasn't convinced either.

A slight pause, "You for real?"

"Duh, I have the biggest crush on you," she said obstinately.

Really? I hadn't picked up on it.

I paused and then I tried to be honest. "Sophia, you're awesome."

She pursed her lips, a tear forming.

I like you, no lie, but I only have a crush on you. I am supposing to crush on many of the girls. It wouldn't be fair to you."

"I don't care about fair. "i just want you," she cried as tears streamed down her face.

I didn't know what to say. What's so great about me?

I didn't want to disappoint her, so I tried again. "Look, I'm a flirt. Every pretty girl I set eyes on, I have a crush on her. You deserve better."

Do you notbeautiful, then? she shot back, defiant.

I sighed. "I'm colorblind, not blind. Of course you're pretty."

She laughed through her tears. "Wait, you're colorblind?"

It is lame but I did that to change tack. Correctly: "It can't recognize red from green. Basically disabled."

She looked skeptical. "For real?"

"Uh, yeah... then..." I followed up and thinking about my Mom obsession, complete with the perv.

"Huh?" She blinked.

"Know my hobbies?"

"Reading, gaming, swimming."

How'd she know that? I rolled with it. "Sure, but my real hobby? Porn and smut."

Her face went red. "What?"

"Red and green I can't see, so my focus would be yellow," I have to have no color in my life," I kidded actually.

She giggled then her face got red as she leaned in close and hissed, "You been watching so much, wanna see it for real?

My face burned, heart thumping. Then I did what rookies do best and talked a big game.

My mouth opened, but I had no words.

She came nearer, her breath hot. "So, be my boyfriend?"

I was done for. What guy could resist? I kissed her.

She kissed him greedily, her lips desperate to get at his. She opened up just enough, and I slid in tongue first, our tongues twisted together in a muddle up of raw perfection.

Instantly I was hard to rock, but I restrained myself keeping my hands at bay just getting lost in her mouth.

And eventually we did retreat_inner

I looked into her eyes. "Sophia, no regrets."

"Not unless you want to," she replied just as speedily.

We both laughed.

"Why me?" I asked. Such as, I am not a ravishing beauty like my mother. No really

I have no idea, I just do," she replied flashing one of her other-worldly paintings.

I felt tiny and recited an ancient poem of my own. Why is the pure light of a bright moon over me, To cast its only into mud?

"What's that mean?" she asked.

'you're the moon, so pure and fine'. Why waste it on mud like me?" I grinned, half-joking.

"You're not mud. You're talented, nice," she argued.

Talented? Kinda. I write poems for Mom but they are not spectacular. She thinks they're amateur.

I shrugged it off. This was your big plan, then?

"Of course," she sighed, scrunching her nose.

"Then I got that son of a bitch who cut in line. Your stupid plan would have failed if I hadn't knocked that tray over.

"Actually, it wasn't my tray. I actually observed it go down!" She laughed.

"Figures, too good to be true..." I sighed. "Pretty girls always lie."

We chatted a bit further and posted against one another It felt odd to be holding her. Is this what love is?