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My mother is a sweetheart, the sort of mom you'd see on a 50's sitcom, perfectly proper housewife, overprotective of me, her only son, and so pure and innocent. I get the feeling that even though she is proper she has dirty thoughts, there's an indescribable tension when she is near to me. She kisses me on the cheek every time I leave the house; the kisses have been migrating closer and closer to the corner of my mouth, her eyes locked on mine to gauge my reaction.
She met dad in school and they've been together since then. My dad is a nice hard working sort of guy, but I'm pretty sure they have zero sex life; they don't always sleep in the same bedroom anymore. He usually comes home late, I hear him tinkering around in the garage, and he eats dinner, takes a shower and watches TV on the sofa until he sleeps there. In the morning mommy will turn off the TV, kiss him good morning and make sure I get to school on time. The relationship between me and my father is odd. I find myself hating him for no reason at all, seething with a sort of jealousy when mommy helps him pull on his winter coat.
I've played out different fantasy scenarios where I trick mom into having sex with me. In my dreams she loves it. She discovers it's me, and she has wild, passionate sex with me. I want her green eyes locked on mine when she is sucking my dick, her sweet lips that I'm so familiar with locked tightly around my cock. In my dreams, she learns that I am the only man she'll ever need. She leaves dad and I get to take her whenever I want, in all the ways I fantasize about.
Dad leaves for work this morning. It's Monday, it's Martin Luther King Day and I have the day off of school. It's the perfect opportunity to play out one of my fantasies to see how mom reacts.