All Persons having sexual activity are over eighteen.
My obsession with my sexy, voluptuous, attractive, and busty mum began when I had just turned eighteen years old. That's when I viewed her as a sex object and not as my mum. Naughty thoughts of my mum fuelled my many masturbation sessions, doing naughty things. Erotic thoughts I knew I shouldn't be thinking, but could not stop.
That's when my infatuation with my mum began. An obsession that a month later, would lead me to think of a plan to see if mum was interested. At the point of no return, I had no choice but to try. I was prepared to suffer whatever consequences happened. I didn't want to go through my life regretting not at least attempting to make a pass at mum and wondering what would have happened.
The following is my story.
At eighteen, my lust for my mum became uncontrollable. Watching her hot body move around the house was driving me crazy.
She stands five foot eight, blond hair, full sensuous pouty lips, a great ass, killer legs and her body is a mouth-watering, 40E cup breasts, slim waist and hips you would die for.
It was June, right after school had stopped for the summer holidays, that I set my seduction plan in place. I believed that this was the best time, as I could be alone around my mum most of the day while my father was at work.
My father was one reason I tried this plan. Since receiving a big promotion at work two years ago, he has become a workaholic. He would leave at 7:00am and not return home until 7:00pm, sometimes later. He would even go into the office on Saturdays. Then on Sundays, he would go to the golf club and relax in the bar there. He was a member but didn't play.
This meant mum rarely went out, except for family functions, weddings or birthdays. I could see that this was affecting my mum. She had essentially given up on herself and accepted that this was the way things were going to be for the rest of her life. She still had her beautiful looks intact, but around the house, she never put on any makeup and was always dressed in dowdy clothes. I had asked her about this and her reply was she wasn't going anywhere, except to the supermarket, so why dress up?
My mum was your normal, average, everyday wife and mum, who was totally faithful to my father. Even when she went out to functions, she dressed conservatively, wearing dresses just at knee level, or slightly above, and would reveal none of her massive cleavage. She never wore tight form fitting dresses or outfits and her bathing suits were all one-piece. But even dressed this way, she still looked sexy and turned heads wherever she went.
I figured if I ever had a chance with her; the time was now. Despite knowing she was vulnerable, I still wanted to take the risk. To accomplish my goal, I was going to take advantage of any weakness she may have had. I had often hoped to come home early from school and catch her in bed with another man, but with mum that would never happen.
So, I came up with a plan that would either burst in my face or get mum thinking in a whole new way.
My plan involved the use of Literotica incest stories. I was eighteen and was an avid reader on Literotica. There was an enormous selection of stories from people involved in all kinds of incestuous affairs.
I found jd8406, his Incest stories were incredible. I down loaded several stories including, Consensual Incest with Mum, Do All Mums Love a Big Cock? Incredible 24 hours with Mum. I printed these stories out and clipped them together to make a booklet.
It was now time to make mum accidentally find them, then wait for her reaction or outburst.
When mum did my laundry, she would always put my underwear and socks away for me, in the dresser in my bedroom. So, what I did was place two of the booklets in the back of that drawer. I positioned them so I could easily see if someone had moved them or not. I slightly parted my boxers so that the booklet and its title would be visible when the drawer was opened. My plan was all set, now all I had to do was wait for laundry day.
That day happened the next day. Over breakfast, mum asked if I had any more dirty laundry apart from what was in the laundry basket? I told her there wasn't. After breakfast, I told mum I was going to the library and would be back for lunch about 12:30pm.
Arriving back home a little after 12:30pm; I was so nervous. I did not know what fate awaited me when I opened the door to walk inside the house.
I walked into the kitchen and said hello to mum. She answered me in a very low tone and didn't even look up at me when she spoke. This surprised me, as she was always friendly with me. Telling her I'd be right down for lunch after I put my books back in my room. First thing I did was to check the drawer. My mum had placed fresh underwear, and I noticed that someone had moved the two booklets in the middle. My mum had definitely found the books, but had she read them?
Over lunch, mum was silent, she said nothing about the booklets to me. For the rest of the afternoon, I was worried about what was going through mum's head. Then I panicked. I started thinking, maybe she was going to tell my father when he got home and make him speak to me about it?
My father got home that night, ate his dinner, and everything was normal as usual. Neither my mum nor father mentioned a single word about the booklets.
Could it be that my mum didn't tell my father? I was now mystified, what was my mum thinking?
The next day, my mum remained silent with me. I went out again, came back for lunch, and once again discovered that a new booklet I had left this morning had been moved. My mum was reading the booklets.
The next week saw a repetition of this scenario. Mum hadn't told my father; she didn't talk about or mention the books to me. She was still being quiet with me and was reading the books every time I went out.
