What did you say? [ Pt.1 ]

NOTE: This story is a fictional incest story which is contradicting to all of the other incest stories where the boy does all of the pursuading, in this one, the mother does the pursuading. This isn’t ment to be taken seriously or to be taken as a guide to help in real life. Hell, I don’t even know if this story is even worth reading. You be the judge of whether I should finish this story or not.
I gotta say, when I turned sixteen, I knew something big would happen, just not something this big.
My names Matt, I am about 6 feet tall, and I am fifteen years old, and- well, here is my story.
April 25th, 2007
With there being just two days before my 16th birthday, eveything in the house was hectic- even though im a lonely child with a single mom. See, my dad was a good man, he treated me like I was the best thing to happen since he met Mom, except he treated Mom like shit. Well one day, he was on a plane, headed back from a buisness trip, and he said that bad people where on the plane and he didn’t know if he’d be coming home for my birthday. He said he loved me and Mom, and that I needed to be the man of the house, then he started to say something but the plane went into the side of the World Trade Centers on 9/11.
Well, my Mom, She’s turning 40, she’s about 5’8″, she is skinny, with blonde hair, and I hate to say it, but I’ve had a- crush on her since 7th grade. She has the best ass that I’ve ever seen, and her boobs are the sexiest I’ve ever seen, her bra size was 36C. I have always fasinated about having sex with her and have often jerked off to the image of her naked, and to give a little help, I usually will grab one of her worn panties and- well you get the picture.
Our house is a relatively large house for a family of two, it has three quite large rooms, one and a half bathrooms, a medium sized kitchen, and a large dinning/ living area. My room and her room are right across from each other, thats what makes it easy to grab her panties. The guest bedroom is downstairs, along with the dinning room, kitchen area, and the half bathroom.
I am a sophmore in high school, and sadly, still a virgin and still havent had a girlfriend. To tell the truth, I don’t want a girlfriend, I’m not gay, it’s just that the only woman I want is Mom.
It wasn’t til I was about to turn 14 when I started spying on Mom. I’d find ways to spy on her in her room, in the shower, or where ever I really could.
“Matt, time for dinner!” Mom yelled.
“Okay!” I yelled back. “Be there in a second.”
I hurried downstairs to find that Mom had made Mac & Cheese with hot dogs in it, which was my favorite.