No Patience for High Standards Pt. 02

It didn't help that her life seemed so drab in comparison.

Carmella used to be so fun! When she was younger, she was a bit of a party girl, and her husband, Bobby, was a wild, fun-loving guy. They'd been high school sweethearts, and what really bonded them was their skill at getting pretty crazy at parties, drinking, and getting away with some stupid shit during their time. She was the type of girl who people could never imagine growing up, maturing, and settling down. But over the next few decades she'd done just that, getting married, having a son, getting a really nice home, and being pretty well off money-wise. She had this great domestic life, one most women would envy. But sometimes, she looked back to those wild younger days of hers with longing. Not just the fun and the unpredictability, but even the stuff from before she was with Bobby, when she would dance with boys, sneak kisses, and just cut loose and have fun, being the center of attention.

That seemed like so long ago.

Now, she was a pretty regular housewife, living a normal life, being a good mom, keeping the house together, etc. She worked at a yoga studio a few days a week to get her out of the house. Her life was nice, but it wasn't that exciting. Which is why finding out that something so salacious was going on just a few doors down was so appealing to her. Finally, something to add a little excitement to her life, even if it was secondhand through her friend.

It didn't help matters that Rachel's situation paralleled her own so clearly. Rachel was a hot babe in her early forties who still had it going on, namely fit as a fiddle, with a gorgeous face, a round juicy ass, and an absolutely massive rack. And Carmella certainly matched up in those respects. Her yoga worked had her looking trim and in-shape, her waist-line the same as it was back in high school. She was also stunningly attractive, not in the same manner as Rachel, who could be hot but intimidating. Carmella was a more welcoming style of sexy, her fun-loving personality, playful eyes, smooth lips, and great looks made men gravitate to her. Her olive coloring added to her appeal, as did her perfectly styled, smooth brunette hair, cascading down to her back.

Her body was just as appealing as her friends. While Rachel barely edged Carmella out cup-size wise, the brunette was no slouch, her firm, perky triple E-cups straining to escape whatever top she wore. Her ass was a bit bigger than Rachel's, while being equally juicy and shapely. And while Rachel had legs so appealing they could make a leg-man melt, Carmella's gams were almost as long and lithe as the blondes.

And while Rachel was tightly wound and a straight arrow, Carmella's wild past left its marks on her, namely in the tattoo's adorning her olive flesh, one on upper left arm, one around her ankle, and a tramp stamp above her ass, a design consisting of some colorful butterflies. A youthful mistake no doubt, but not one she regretted, a fond reminder of her wild younger years.

And with the two moms being so similar, so too were their sons. Jason was a couple years older than Carmella's son Marco, but they shared a lot in common. Tall, handsome, both having a background in athletics. But unlike Jason, Marco stuck with it, earning a football scholarship to the big school nearby. Jason, while shredded beyond belief and well-muscled, still possessed a certain lankiness, as his track background required different type of muscles than a football player would need. Marco was a bit more of a tank, a battering ram, tall and long, well-built and imposing, enough to tear through anyone's defenses.

But while Jason seemed to have a far more scheming edge due to his incredible intelligence, Marco was the opposite of his imposing appearance. Sweet, and kind, and respectful. He rarely got in trouble at home, and by all accounts, he was an absolutely devoted boyfriend to any girl he was with, including his current girlfriend, Cori. All of which were reasons why Marco could never do what Jason did.

Seemingly, whatever twisted hand of fate had led to the incestuous tango going on between Jason and Rachel down the street could have just as easily happened with Carmella and her son. All the same pieces were in place here. The main difference was that Marco would never make a move on his own mom. He was too good of a son to do that. If such a situation were to ever transpire between them, Carmella would have to be the one to instigate it. Carmella would have to be the one to try to convince her relation to do some really, REALLY naughty things.

The thought made Carmella's body flutter, and she couldn't let herself get carried away thinking about such things. It affected her too strongly, and she needed to keep it together to be a good mom. If Carmella let slip that bit of incestuous poison into her son's veins the same way Rachel had with her... how strongly would affect someone as kind and generous as her perfect son Marco? What would it drive him to?

Carmella couldn't stop thinking about what was going on between Rachel and Jason. It was like something out of a movie or some wicked novel that she would LOVE to read. Not only to eagerly read the juicy details, but also treat it as some sort of guidance as to how to deal with the wicked information that her blonde friend had stuck in her brain. Her mind was spinning, and there was nothing she wanted to do more than inquire for even more details of what was going on between the mother and son down the street, but she feared Rachel might literally chew her head off if she asked. All she could is to let her mind run wild with the possibilities.

In the days and weeks after, she couldn't help but wonder if the situation had changed between them. Rachel very clearly made her feelings about the matter known, putting her foot down and assuring her friend that she would never ever give in to her son's advances or even humor the possibility. And she did not seem to appreciate Carmella's light-hearted comments about the subject.

That was all Carmella could do, laugh and joke about it. A son making a play for sex from his own mom... it was bold, to be sure! But it was so insane that she could squint and almost see it happening. She couldn't blame the young man for having the hots for his mom. Rachel was a total babe, a 100/10 stunner, gorgeous and fit with a great ass and tits the size of melons. A guy like him having to come of age around a woman like that... it must have been extremely difficult for him. It was no wonder that by the time he grew up, he harbored an illicit desire for her. And with the way he grew up and filled out, sprouting all those muscles and gaining confidence and lots of female attention, it shouldn't be that big of a shock that he'd want to take a shot at his mom. He probably had no problem with girls... it was understandable he wanted a real challenge. A real woman. His mother.

Obviously, Rachel shut it down. It was so insane that you really couldn't blame her. She was a professional, intelligent, successful woman. Unlike Carmella, who used to be a party girl, she imagined Rachel had been a great student, a go-getter, super mature and confident even from a young age. She wasn't about to be sucked into something as wild as incest with her own son. She was about the last woman you'd want to try with a screwball plan such as that.

And what a damn shame it was that Rachel balked at such an offer. Didn't she know how hot the sex would be?

Carmella was shocked at her own response. The thought of it was like a concentrated injection of sin stuck directly into her veins, making her heart race and body shiver. It was enough to make her cum better than she had in years. It was kind of strange to be fantasizing about her friend fucking her own son, but it was too effective at getting the job done for her to feel too much guilt. And with Bobby not even lifting a finger to pleasure her, she let that stud down the street do the job in her mind, fucking his own mom like a beast, and in doing so, making a second mom down the street cum all over her own fingers. And if he was as good in reality as he was in her fantasies, Rachel was really missing out.

The situation between Rachel and Jason was so on the forefront of her mind that she was desperate to know what was happening between them. She took a lot of walks around the neighborhood every day for a few weeks, hoping to catch a stray glimpse of what was going-on in the DeAngelo household, even approaching the house a few times and glancing through the windows. She made herself available to her friend, texting her, offering to come over and talk, but Rachel rarely took her up on that. But what Carmella did discover was that the window in her bedroom gave her a good angle to look down the street directly at Rachel's place, providing herself a spy perch to observe what was happening down there, the angle even giving her a peek into the backyard. She found herself settling there a lot, hoping for any look into the illicit world just a few houses away from her. Carmella got the occasional glimpse at the parties in question over the next few weeks, nothing much but enough to send her mind spinning.

The older brunette ended up talking to Jason a few times, the young man's keen eyes noticing her continued presence near the house as she walked around the neighborhood more often than usual. Getting her attention when she was walking by the house, he stopped her so they could chat. But as they talked, and he continued to stare her down with that confident, piercing gaze of his, it almost felt like he knew exactly what she was up to. She felt naked in front of him, completely exposed to this young man half her age, and not just how it was in her fantasies. Despite being a married woman, the nipples capping her big, round tits began to stiffen, and her pussy got a little wet. Being in his crosshairs, with no one else around, the brunette felt the pressure ramp up, and it seemed like he knew it. But he was clearly unbothered by the effect he was clearly having on his mom's friend, to the degree that it almost felt like he was encouraging it by flirting with her, and God, was he pushing all her fucking buttons. Carmella was in such a state that she was visibly flustered by him to the point where it felt like she had no control over where this would end up. Sure, she was twenty years older than him, but he held all the power. If he just said the word she'd be willing to do some VERY nasty things with him.

How could Rachel resist him? Carmella certainly found her own resistance weakening after a mere few minutes. Rachel had been dealing with this for weeks, months, God knows how long... how could she have not given into him by now? Carmella was struggling not to, to the point where if she didn't get bailed out by Rachel coming home a little early, God knows what would have happened between them.

Rachel was seemingly annoyed at the sight of her son chatting up her friend, marching up next to him and putting her hand on his shoulder tightly, stepping forwards slightly to put herself between Jason and Carmella. Rachel could be a bit prickly at times, but this was the first time where she was downright rude towards Carmella, clearly trying to shoo her away dismissively while simultaneously trying to force her son in the house. The brunette got the hint, ceding to Rachel and politely stepping away. Jason was clearly amused by this whole thing, giving a knowing look at his older neighbor as his mom angrily shoved him through the doorway into the house, her nails digging into his forearm until they were out of sight.

Carmella was put off by this entire interaction with her blonde friend, but the image that stuck with her longest was the way Rachel put her hands on her son oh so possessively. It wasn't in a manner of not wanting her son to be talking to someone who was a bad influence... no, it was more like a woman not wanting her man to be chatting up another attractive woman.

Could that mean...? Was it possible? Did Rachel finally give in to Jason's advances? Did Rachel and her son finally have sex?

The image of Rachel's nail's digging into her son's arm muscles spurred a lot of hot fantasies that night for Carmella, and the possibility that incest had finally taken place just down the street only made the hot brunette want to know more.

************

A few weeks later, Carmella was convinced.

Rachel and Jason were fucking.

Now, she didn't have anything definitive, but it felt like she had everything but official confirmation of incest going on in the house a few doors away from her own. What she had found in the month or two since that awkward conversation with Rachel had pretty much convinced her.

First, even from afar, she could tell that Rachel had become fully cleansed of that tension she'd been fighting with for years. Perhaps it was because Carmella was looking at it through new eyes, but their seemed to be a marked difference in her stress levels. This told Carmella that Rachel was getting laid, satisfied so thoroughly that it was impossible to be in a bad mood. Now, there was nothing definitive that Jason was the man she was fucking, but after years striking out in the dating scene, it seemed unlikely that she suddenly found a capable fuck partner just like that. And the fact that she coincidentally had a stud like Jason living under her roof who was aiming to fuck her and would no doubt do so at the flip of a switch... the simplest explanation seemed to be the correct one.

Carmella tried the direct approach by talking to Rachel, seeing if she could get the truth straight from the source. In the past, the blonde had found Carmella to be the one person she could bring in on the turmoil she was going through, so Carmella thought it wouldn't be completely off-base for her to check-in about it with her friend, to make sure things were going okay. And if Rachel found it in her to share some dirty details of what was happening between her and Jason, such as how good the fucking was, how often they were going at it, or what kind of equipment Jason was working with, Carmella certainly wouldn't complain.

Much like that fateful day many weeks prior, Carmella approached Rachel as soon as she pulled in the driveway, eager for the excuse to cross paths. The brunette was encouraged by the fact that Rachel seemed to be in a good mood, relaxed and calm as she exited her car, smiling as the brunette approached. After they made their initial greetings, Carmella didn't hesitate, pushing right through to what she wanted to talk about.

"Hey... so I wanted to ask," she began. "We talked a while ago about the whole thing going on with Jason and you, and I just wanted to check in and see how it was going. If you needed someone to talk to about it..." The blonde's eyes widened in surprise at the topic, looking almost slightly panicked for a moment. Getting herself together, she replied.

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked naively. Carmella was baffled. What else could they be talking about? Carmella herself couldn't stop thinking about it... how could Rachel not be thinking about it every moment of every day?

"You know... the whole Jason trying to get in your pants, thing?" Carmella reminded her quietly. Rachel gave her a quizzical look.

"I'm not sure what you mean?" Rachel asked, still playing dumb. Carmella started to get a little annoyed.

"Well, when we were talking, and you mentioned that Jason had been shamelessly hitting on you... does this jog anything?" Carmella asked. Finally, Rachel shook her head and smiled, seemingly realizing what she was talking about.

"Oh, no... I think you misunderstood. It was just a bad joke. Nothing that serious..." Rachel said, laughing casually. Carmella shook her head, confused.

"Are you kidding? You weren't joking. You seemed like you were barely keeping it together," Carmella said, baffled at how her friend was behaving. "Rachel! You were talking about how your son was trying to convince you to have sex with him! And these last few weeks, I've noticed you seem a little more relaxed, and I can't help but wonder..." Rachel gave her an extended, pointed look before shaking her head, as if finally understanding the other woman's confusion.

"Carmella... this is all just a misunderstanding. It's not what you think," Rachel assured her. "Me and Jason... we're good now. Really good. Trust me."

"Are you sure?" inquired Carmella.

"We're fine!" Rachel assured her. "But to imply that it's because me and him are having... REALLY great sex..." she paused, looking away wistfully, biting her lower lip. She then shook her head, clearing away her wayward thoughts. "Perhaps I said some things that made you go down that road, but I think you may have gotten a little carried away." Rachel gave her friend a pleading look, as if trying to get her to stop poking at this scab.

"Okay..." Carmella relented, backing off, the blonde nodding at her before turning to walk inside quickly.

Carmella stood in place for a few moments. She'd heard her friend's words of denial, but she could sense the dramatic shift in her tone when discussing her son. The lack of bite, the way she got lost in thought at the mention of him. The way her nipples stiffened at the thought of him. Rachel tried her best to dissuade Carmella of the notion that she was fucking her own son, but she couldn't help but let slip how 'REALLY great' the sex she wasn't having was.

Rachel was trying to say one thing.

But she was actually saying another.

************

This is when Carmella got lucky, that fate seemed happy to give a window into what was going on down the street that Rachel wasn't willing to provide.

She stumbled on Rachel and Jason in public... more than once. First, she was walking downtown when she saw Rachel and Jason across the street. Jason was well dressed, wearing a flattering, snug t-shirt, and a pair of light blue shorts. And next to him was Rachel, and she looked amazing. Wearing a tight orange top, exposing her trim midriff, the material clinging to her large bust and showing off a fair amount of cleavage. Down below, she wore a pair of small denim shorts, shorts that barely went down to her thighs, barely containing her ass and leaving her long, taut legs exposed. On her feet were a pair of flip-flops. She looked incredible, and her golden-tan only made her look more amazing, her lithe arms and long legs completely exposed in the summer light.

Her and Jason were lost in conversation, Rachel looking up at him almost rapturously as they conversed, each eating an ice cream cone as they walked. Rachel looked completely relaxed and at ease as she was practically glued to his side. Even when Jason said something that made her roll her eyes, she didn't seem that bothered by it, barely suppressing a grin while still keeping herself pressed against him. And even though she had the treat in hand, whenever she looked up at Jason, her eyes wore a hungry look. They looked like a couple. A very happy couple. One of those couples that look like they have sex all the time. The town they all lived in was big enough that they could be in public like this and not have anyone recognize them and ask questions, like why were a mom and son all over each other like this. But Carmella was watching, and she had plenty of questions.

This was not the Rachel that Carmella knew. She was never relaxed, never this chill, and she never dressed like that, especially around her son. And them talking like that, so easy and relaxed... that was not their relationship. A few months ago, she was complaining about his continued efforts to fuck her brains out. Now... all seemed good between them, as if her view of him had changed. What could have possibly done that?

A few weeks after that, on the rare night Bobby took her out for a nice dinner, Carmella had been initially annoyed, as it felt like she was so close to getting real confirmation of the action going on between Jason and Rachel. That was until she looked across the restaurant and saw the mother and son seated across from each other at a table. Jason was dressed up handsomely, but Rachel... she was wearing her black fuck-me dress, the dress that she told Carmella she only busted out on special occasions, times when she was looking to seal the deal. She seemed to be having a good time, practically glowing as she sat across from her stud son. Carmella even caught Rachel checking her own neckline, tugging her dress down ever so slightly to make sure she enough cleavage was on display. And while it was hard to be sure from where she was seated, it almost looked like Rachel had slipped her foot out from one of her high-heels, allowing her to plant her bare foot right against his crotch. Carmella couldn't say for sure if Rachel was massaging her son's bulge with her toes, but the way they were seated, combined with the knowing grin she gave her son, left Carmella feeling almost completely sure of it. Fuck... they had to be having sex by this point. They had to be.