Mom's Plan Pt. 01

PLEASE NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS ARE ALL ADULTS AND 18 YEARS OF AGE

The summer air in her small Colorado town always felt comforting in the morning, ever since her husband passed away. Something about the view of the beautiful Spanish peaks, had a way of relaxing her grieving soul. Margaret sat on her front porch with her coffee, watching the sunrise over the mountains into her front yard. The colorful flowers that lined her white picket fence her husband crafted. She would gaze at them with a sense that her husband's soul was still present.

The storm last night had torn one of the boards clean off, leaving the fence disheveled. Seeing this saddened her, she didn't like to see her husband's hard work in disarray. She lifted her mug in disappointment, as she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Ever since her husband passed, the view of the flawless fence with the beautiful mountains behind it gave her an inner peace that became her anchor. The stillness, the green everywhere, everything around the property reminded her of him. The front door swung open, startling Margaret for a second. Evan steps through the door, and plops down on the seat next to his Mom.

Evan was her only child, He turned 18 a few months ago and never left home. He promised his father that he would take his place as the man of the house and take care of his mother. Evan promised him, and Evan took this very seriously. Evan would fulfill his fathers last wish, until the day he died. He put his whole life on hold, he moved back home from college to be with her. Evan was very smart, he wanted to have a career so he could support his mom, so he continued his studies online. Evan was the spitting image of his dad, his voice, his demeanor, even the way he pushed his hair back when he talked. They were identical almost as if he was his fathers clone, but it was comforting to his mother. She fantasized sometimes about having sex with him, and she never felt bad about it, in fact it turned her on. However, she didn't have the nerve to bring herself to make a move.

"Morning, Mom." he called with a smile.

"Morning, sweetheart," she replied, "Beautiful morning, isn't it?"

"Oh no, the storm damaged Dads fence." he said dissapointed.

She sighed. "It sure did. I was going to call someone to fix it, but I don't want anyone else but your dad or you touching it, I'm afraid that will mess it up."

"I can take care of it," he offered. "It's an easy fix."

"I would appreciate it so much, your dad taught you everything he knew. I know you will do it perfectly." she said, though her heart warmed at the offer. "Let me make it up to you."

He laughed softly. "Make my favorite raspberry cheesecake then. You always used to make, It's been forever."

"It's settled then," she said, smiling "I'll make you the best cheesecake you've ever had."

He smiled, "Deal. I can't wait! Well let me grab my tools from the shed and run to the hardware store for supplies."

"Take your time, no rush," she said. " The gate will still be here."

By lunchtime, she was cooking up a storm while he was out, slicing peppers, onions and cooking his favorite shredded steak and cheese sandwiches. It was his dads favorite too. It made her happy to cook from the men she loved. She heard his truck pull up, she wiped her hands on a towel, not noticing the food all over her pink laced apron. She opened the kitchen window and called for him in a sweet loving voice.

"Evan, Come inside for a second." She eagerly said to him.

He came into the kitchen, carrying his bag of supplies from the hardware store. He looked down at the dining room table in front of him, to see a plate with a sandwich, fries, and a cold drink.

"You can't work on an empty stomach, or at least not on my watch." She smiled innocently.

"You didn't have to do all this." he said feeling guilty.

"Nonsense, I love you." she said, waving him into the chair. "I'm your mom that's what I do."

Evan, eagerly wanting to get the fence fixed, scarfed down his sandwich and wiped his hands on the napkin, he stood up. As he pushed his chair back, Margaret noticed a small smear of sauce at the corner of his mouth.

"Sweetheart, wait a minute," she said gently.

He froze, as she reached for a fresh napkin. She wiped the little spot of food off his face, the gesture soft and familiar act reminded him of when he was younger.

"All clean." she said jokingly, as if he was a small child again.

"Thank you Mommy," he said, playing along with her silliness "Okay work time."

He stepped outside into the front yard.. The sun was strong, The sun beat down on him with a warm heat that is not common for Colorado. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it over the porch railing. His back and shoulders were sculpted from years of playing football, and the sunlight traced every muscular feature on his ripped body as he approached the fence.

Margaret cleaned up the dishes, She was feeling extra that day. She kept having naughty thoughts about her son. Making her pussy throb with every thought she had. She was so horny from the celibacy she had endured for years, she slipped into a pretty sundress that was very short. It laid level with the bottom of her plump butt, she deviously didn't have any panties on. She hoped to accidentally expose her pussy to him. The dress was soft yellow with tiny white flowers. She put on make up and brushed her beautiful long blonde hair, before stepping back onto the patio.

Evan was already working, kneeling in the grass, measuring the broken board. She sat quietly on the patio chair, watching him work. The way he looked while he worked just reminded her of her husband with every move. He was so sexy, just like him. The thought made her pussy get wet with a bittersweet ache.

He glanced up and caught her staring.

"What?" he teased, chuckling. "You don't trust me to fix it right?"

She blinked, startled out of her thoughts. "No, I'm just... enjoying the view"

She said freezing, realizing how that sounded. Her heart jumped, and she scrambled to finish the sentence.

"of the beautiful flowers," she added quickly, pointing toward the wild blooms lining the fence. "They're really starting to thrive."

Evan smiled, clearly amused. "They are," he said softly. "You take good care of them, just like you take care of me."

She exhaled, relieved, though her cheeks felt warm. She sat down on the patio chair, pretending to admire the flowers, but her eyes kept drifting back to him. She casually grabbed her book from the side table, turned her propping her legs spread open on the patio side table exposing her pussy. She was too nervous to do it facing him, she was confident he wouldn't get to see it, or so she thought. However, she did not realize the patio swing was right in front of her with a perfect view of it. Her naughty thoughts over powered her, she wasn't thinking straight. She pondered ways of purposely doing things to put the idea in his head of fucking his mom. Things so subtle that he would never think she was doing it on purpose. Margaret sat on the patio, lost in her thoughts. The warm breeze blew against her pussy lips, the scent of wildflowers, the soft creak of the porch swing, it all blended together as she drifted through memories of her husband and the comfort she found in Evan's presence. She curiously imagined if her son's cock was as big as his Dad's. She didn't even notice the sound of footsteps on the walkway. Didn't hear his tools being set down. Didn't hear the porch swing sway as someone sat on it. It wasn't until she felt eyes on her that she blinked back into the reality. Evan was sitting on the swing, leaning forward, getting a perfect view of her plump shaved pussy. His expression was stunned, He never saw a pussy so perfect. He was gazing at it for a few minutes before she noticed. Her cheeks warmed instantly, Realizing he was right in front of her exposed pussy. She knew she had to pretend he wasn't getting a perfect view, so it didn't seem like she was doing it intentionally.

"Are you all done?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

But he didn't respond at first. He was still caught in that quiet trance, his hearing delayed by the way the sunlight hitting her pussy lips under her short sundress, and the way her legs were spread perfectly apart made blood rush to cock. That when the thought of fucking his mom entered his head.

He snapped out of it with a tiny jolt. "Yep, yep, all done," he said quickly, blushing as he casually folded his hands over his crouch to hide his Bonner.

She wondered if he caught a good view, it made her pussy throb more knowing he saw her in a new light. He wondered if she knew he could see everything under her dress. The thought hit him so hard he almost laughed at himself. No... she wouldn't. It's an accident. She would never, or so he thought. She caught him get a quick stare in feeling sexy she softened her voice.

"You remind me so much of your father," she said quietly. "You're such a sweet, hardworking man... just like he was."

Evan's forced himself to shift his naughty thoughts to nostalgic memories of his father.

"Yeah," he said, trying to act like her pussy wasn't right in front of his face, making sure he made eye contact the whole time. "I remember dad. We did everything together like when he helped me build my tree house. We used to play catch every day. I know one thing, I'll never get rid of my truck even if it breaks down. It was our project. He helped me fix that old thing up, He taught me a lot. He was a great dad. He was the best. I miss him." He said trying to act normal.

She reached for her drink on the table, turning her head to the side. Evan instinctively looked down at his moms pussy, then he realized what he was doing and moved his eyes up before she could notice.

"I know," she whispered. "I do too."

The silence that followed was heavy, She knew he saw everything between her legs, it made her wet. He couldn't believe he saw his moms pussy for the first time, and didn't understand why he liked the view so much. The fact she knew that he saw everything, and knowing he liked what he saw made her feel a sexual connection to him.

"Well," he said after a moment, standing up a little too fast, "I'm gonna use the bathroom and wash my face. I'm covered in sweat." He nervously said running inside, hoping she didn't see his boner in his pants as he headed inside.

Margaret felt her body get warm, as she rose from her chair and walked into the kitchen. She loved knowing that she flashed her most intimate parts to him. She grabbed a tall glass, filled it with ice, and poured fresh lemonade into a frosty cold glass mug. She set the glass on the counter, waiting for him. She felt naughty and sexy at the same time, and she liked the feeling. Something new. Something familiar. She wanted to fuck her son, and the thought of it drove her crazy.

Evan closed the bathroom door behind him and leaned over the sink, grabbing the sides of it. His heart was still racing from the sight of his moms pussy and the way it glowed in the sunlight. He loved seeing that soft sundress laying on top of her spread legs. He stared at himself in the mirror, overwhelmed.

"I can't feel like this," he whispered to his reflection. "She's my mom. She raised me, she changed my diapers."

He splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake the thoughts loose. But the view was embedded in his head.

"Why do I feel like this?" he muttered. "My dad would be so mad at me knowing I was thinking like this. It was an accident, there is no way she knew I could see everything."

He dried his face, breathing hard.

"But what if she did it on purpose?" he said under his breath, the thought hitting him like a punch. "No... she wouldn't. She'd never."

He shook his head, trying to steady himself, then opened the bathroom door.

Margaret heard him and called him in the kitchen. "Honey, can you help me with something?"

He walked in, still nervous, still flustered and walked in to see unexpected view of his mom bent over the oven door, checking the cheesecake with a knife to see if it was done. To his amazement her whole ass was out in front of his face.

"This cheesecake is way too heavy," she said. "It's ready to come out and cool." she said seductively, Knowing he saw her ass checks.

He swallowed, stepped forward, and carefully lifted the warm pan out of the oven. He set it on the cooling rack, turned around startled to see she was right in front of him. Smiling softly, holding a tall glass of lemonade.

"Here you go," she said. "You must be thirsty."

His breath caught. "Y‑yes... I am," he stuttered, cheeks burning.

He grabbed the glass and chugged it faster than he meant to, trying to calm his nerves. He needed space. This was too overwhelming for him.

"Well, I have to go meet up with Kyle," he blurted. "We've got a pool tournament at Johnny's Bar."

It wasn't true. But it was the first excuse his panicked mind could think of.

"Okay," she said warmly. "Thanks for your help. When you get back, the cheesecake will be ready to eat."

"Awesome," he said, already backing toward the door. "I'll... I'll see you later."

As he stepped outside, climbing into his truck, and driving off.

His heart was pounding, mind spinning. He didn't meet up with Kyle. He didn't play pool. But he did go to Johnny's Bar. He sat alone at the counter, ordered a double shot of whiskey, and stared at the glass. He lifted the glass, took a long drink. Thinking about what he just experienced, with the image of his moms pussy burned into him memories, the thought consumed every part of his mind. All he could think about was what he just saw. He could feel his dick starting to chub up to the thought.

He was nervous to come home, wondering if he would see it again. However, Mom was excited for him to come home, she was feeling daring and she wanted to do more. She had a plan, and she finally had the guts to implement it.

Stay tuned for part 2!