You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 08

"God, I love it." Mom said, thick cum stretching between her lips in bands.

My cock just kept firing thick cum, coating her chin, her nose, and a few thick jets firing straight into her open mouth, coating her tongue. As I felt myself nearing the end, I pointed my cock down, firing a few bands of cum onto her smooth, jutting breasts. I coated her smooth, silky slopes in thick cum, a few strands of it interrupting the perfection that was her rack. I got cum on both of her nipples, and I landed a stream or two deep into her deep, cavernous cleavage. Finally, the tanks dried up, and I pulled the last, thick drop of cum out of my cock, the drop hanging on the tip of my cock for a few moments before dropping into her open, waiting mouth.

I stepped back as a shiver went through me, the depravity of what I had done fully hitting me. I stepped back and looked at what I had done.

Mom was covered with cum. Absolutely covered. I had painted her fucking face with my creamy load. Cum was covering her face, dripping off her jaw and onto her round rack. She looked up with me in almost rapture, not knowing what she had just experienced. She was a mess, hair plastered to her soaked face, her face covered with my cum, her cum, sweat, and displaced makeup. Mom was always such an elegant, classy looking woman, her beauty stunning, like a work of art. And I had defaced that art, defaced that perfection and coating her with my thick, creamy seed.

Mom's eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open, cum dripping over her lips and into her mouth. She had seen something in me that she had never seen before. She had been conquered, defeated, and she had no idea what to make of it. She had no idea what to make of me. She had no idea of what she had turned me into.

I stepped forward, my softening cock forcing her back, forcing her to fall back onto her butt on the carpet.

"Look up at me." I said coolly, holding up my phone. Mom's eyes flashed as she realized my intention, I held up the phone to my face and got Mom's cum covered face centered in the lens. Mom smiled wickedly as she looked up at me. I took the picture, forever recording Mom's cum-covered face, adding her to my collection. I pulled my phone away and looked down at her.

"This is over, Mom." I began. "I won."

Mom looked up at me and slightly nodded.

"No more flirting and jiggling around. No more innuendos or twisted comments. No more nasty comments about Carmen! I'm going back to her. I'm moving on! I'm getting married. And there is nothing you can do about it!" I growled.

I stepped away from Mom and grabbed my clothes. Before walking out of the bedroom, I glanced back at Mom. She was watching me leave, appraising me, trying to figure out what to make of me. I turned and walked away, away from Mom.

As soon as I escaped the air of the highly charged bedroom and escaped Mom's sight, the adrenaline started to wear off. My legs started to become jelly under me, forcing me to lean against the wall next to me, steadying myself with one hand. Despite my bravado in front of Mom, she had worn me out. Taken me to my limits. I had played football for years, but I had never felt this worn out or beat up as I did right now after one marathon bout of filthy sex with my own mother. Her big tits, her round ass, and her ferocious sexual energy had done more damage to me than even the biggest and strongest football players. I steadied myself, not wanting Mom to catch me in this moment of weakness, and continued on, entering my room.

As I did, I glanced at my phone, and saw the text there waiting for me. I looked at it.

"Hey, idiot, I told you yesterday I'm visiting my cousin today. I wanted to meet up with you then, but you changed your mind."

"Oops." I said to myself with a smile, knowing all along that Carmen was never going to show up and catch us. I had outmaneuvered Mom completely and defeated her, and she didn't see it coming.

I had won.

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I quickly showered in the downstairs bathroom, cleaning off all evidence of what I had just done. Well, most of it. The scratches and nail-marks left a bit of a mark, but those would fade fast.

I escaped the house without running into Mom again. I didn't hear any movement from upstairs, so I didn't know what she was up to. And I didn't care.

I grabbed my wallet and my keys and made my way out. I was aimless, not knowing what I wanted to do, not having any plans. I needed to gather my head, gather my thoughts, and get my shit together. I grabbed lunch, I walked around downtown, and I even made my way to the beach. As my toes dug into the sand, I thought over today's events.

People walked by me and didn't think twice. They didn't know what I was. They didn't know what I had done. I appeared to be a normal, good-looking, bright young man. They didn't know what I was capable of.

I had just committed incest. Incest! I had fucked my own mother, I had just had rough, demanding sex with my own MOM! I had filled her with cum and possibly impregnated her. I took it as far as I needed to. I had cheated on my fiancée in one of the most brutal ways possible. I had betrayed my true love.

I had said and done things I wasn't aware I was even capable of. I had done some fucked up shit today. A monster had been unleashed, and I only hoped I could rear it back in. Part of me felt terribly guilty, but another part of me was surprisingly content. I had lived out my deepest, darkest fantasy, and part of me felt relief for finally living the dream. For living up to my own expectations, for giving it my best possible performance. I felt a weird sense of pride at conquering a fucking stacked babe like my mother.

She had been every bit as good as she had claimed. She had been absolutely incredible. My Mom could fuck. Her boobs were soft and luscious and gigantic, her ass was mouth-watering, her mouth was fantastic, and her cunt was incredible. And the things she could do were just pure filth. Mom was as nasty as they came. Nastier, even. She had been better than any other woman I had been with, better than Carmen. I loved Carmen with all my heart, but Mom had done things and said things that took matters to another level. Mom was on a different plane altogether. And although I didn't believe any of the things she had said or I had been forced to say about Carmen, those words were still with me, and I only hoped I could forget them.

But the war was over. I had won! I had full freedom to move on with Carmen. I had conquered Mom and proven my superiority. Things should go back to normal. Mom had been humbled, and I was free of her games now.

Hopefully.

It was with a renewed spirit that I stood up. My whole life was ahead of me. Carmen was my future. Mom was my past. I had won the war and slain the beast that was my mother.

I only hope I had slain the beast within me.

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I spent most of the day out, just doing my own thing, staying away from the house. But eventually, I knew I had to make my way home. The only way forward was to move on. To confront Mom again, and see where things stood, if she would live up to her word and back off. I had texted plans to meet up with Carmen, so I would judge where things were at with her then.

But now, I had to finish things at home.

I didn't want to have to go home at all, but Dad expected me for a few more days, till the weekend, and I planned to live up to that. Mom had been conquered. The dragon had been slain. I should have nothing to fear.

I came home, food in hand. I knew Dad would be home, and feeling a bit of guilt for betraying him and fucking his wife, the least I figured I could do was bring home dinner. So, a bit nervously, I made my way back into the house, ready to see where things stood.

I heard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen.

"You sure the audition went okay? Something seems... off." Dad asked.

"I told you, hon. It went..." she began, before I popped into the kitchen. "Incredible." Mom finished.

"What is this?" Dad asked. "Tom returns, dinner in hand, with his own money? Who are you and what happened to my son?" he asked with a jolly smile.

"Oh... not much." I said, glancing at Mom. "Thought I'd be nice. Didn't want Mom to have to cook. She seemed a bit... worn out."

Mom glanced at me, her expression unreadable. She was dressed a bit down, wearing a tight, yellow blouse and slim jeans. It looked good on her, and it was still decent. Her hair was put in simple pony-tail, and her make-up was light.

I was amazed. Mere hours ago, she had been an absolute mess, thanks to me. Now, she had covered her tracks and looked relatively normal, no sign of what had happened. The same could be said of me, I guess. Neither me nor Mom gave any sign that we had just committed incest under Dad's nose.

But there was one thing I did notice, something that I wasn't seeing, something that was always there before. Mom's blouse was as clingy as always, but there was no sign of her always throbbing nipples. For the first time in memory, Mom's nipples were soft. I smiled. Her needy, horny body was satisfied at last.

I glanced at him as we served up dinner. I loved my Dad, and he seemed genuinely happy. If only he knew. If only he knew what his wife and son had done. But, as much as I cared for him, it was hard not to feel like I had gotten one over on him. I had taken his place, fucking his wife better than he ever could. I had rendered him redundant. Mom had said I had him beat, and it was hard not to feel a sense of superiority. It was hard not to feel better than him.

But I was more curious about Mom. As we ate dinner, Dad was clueless to the fact that Mom couldn't take her eyes off of me. Her expression was impossible to see through. But one thing was clear. She had been humbled. Gone was the teasing, flirty slut. In its place, an unsure, almost tentative looking woman. She kept looking at me, almost obsessively, and I think her stare was one of both lust and intimidation. I had conquered her, and she knew it. I had given her the best sex of her life, and she no doubt wanted more. But she wouldn't get it. That was her penalty. Karma for her bad behavior. She couldn't win. Twisted people like her don't get to win in the end. I was the triumphant hero, and she was the villain. She had been defeated and humbled, and she knew her place. She was too proud to beg for more, even though she clearly wanted it. She was too intimidated to approach me. She was tentative, taken aback, unsure. She was afraid of me now and that thought made me smile.

Mom was nothing but cordial and motherly during our meal, as if things were normal between us. She was Mom again, not the twisted slut she had become.

The story was over, the hero had won. The beast had been slain, that monster being the indecent lust between me and my mom. Any repercussions from our encounter would be dealt with, but I felt a strange confidence that this was really, truly over. That nothing bad would come from this. It was time to move on. Time to start my life anew.

The world had shifted. Things had changed back to normal. But there was one small thing that gave me a sliver of concern. As Mom did mom stuff, eating her dinner, talking to Dad, washing the dishes, cleaning up, I had one small problem.

I couldn't stop staring at Mom's massive, jiggling breasts. They were so big!

And I had another small problem, because of this. And, well, it wasn't exactly a small problem.

My cock was throbbing.

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Chapter 13: The End

(Tom)

I met up with Carmen the next day. I made sure to get out early and avoid Mom. Even though this thing was seemingly over, I figured avoidance was still the best policy. I didn't like how my cock was acting the previous night, still getting hard for Mom despite everything.

I guess it would be hard to avoid. I mean, we had spent an entire morning having rough, nasty, marathon sex. My cock had been trained to associate Mom with sex and I guess some habits were hard to break.

At least that's what I hoped.

But I was dismayed when I met up with Carmen. She looked great when we met for lunch, and my heart glowed with affection for her. I was playing the part of the loving boyfriend, but unfortunately, dark thoughts kept arising, things I had never thought about Carmen before.

I couldn't stop comparing her to Mom. I kept thinking about the words Mom said, and like an infection, those words were filling my mind.

I looked at her and couldn't help but think that, uh, you know... she wasn't as pretty as I always thought. Compared to Mom, something was missing. Mom was at another level compared to her. Carmen was still good looking, but... I don't know, I wasn't as filled with attraction for her like I normally was. Something was missing.

I kept checking out her chest, and yes, they were nice breasts, but that was it. They were just nice. I mean, had they always been that small? They seemed smaller than usual. I had just experienced a pair of massive 34FF's, so anything less simply paled in comparison. When Carmen excused herself to the restroom, I couldn't help but glance at her butt, and it was just... had it always been that flat? I mean, her butt used to get me hard. But now, the sizzle was kinda gone.

The darkest thing I thought about was, as we were eating, you know, I just... I just couldn't help but notice how she really got in there while eating her meal. I mean, she easily scarfed down her plate. I had never even once considered her weight before Mom, but I couldn't help but think that she might benefit from a diet. I know that sounds really bad, but she could really deal with some discipline with her meals. Like I had. And Mom had.

We had sex later that day back to her place. Her folks were gone and we had the place to ourselves. And, after everything I had gone to through to be with her, to keep her as my sole focus, I wanted this encounter to confirm why I had done what I had done. I wanted the prize to be worth the work. But... it was disappointing. Even though she had her kinks and she was up for anything, she had her limits. I couldn't go hard as I wanted to with her. She wouldn't like it. I mean, I had experienced real rough, nasty sex, and my cock wanted more. I thought Carmen would be up for it, but, I guess I had never noticed how lazy she was in bed. I mean, with her, I ran the show, and she just kinda took it. She did a good job at that, and I still loved her wit and humor during our sex. I needed a woman to be more aggressive. I needed her to know her shit and not have to have her hand held. And I didn't want a woman cracking jokes during sex. I liked sex rough... and aggressive, a battle of wills. No time for jokes when there was pleasure to be had.

And as I fucked Carmen, I kept seeing reminders of her inferiority to Mom. Her boobs were not as big and as succulent as Mom's. She couldn't suck dick as well as Mom could. Her pussy wasn't nearly as tight as Mom's... Carmen's ass wasn't as tight as Mom's cunt! Carmen was good, but Mom was just dripping with sexual talent. Carmen was a sprinter, and Mom was a marathon runner. And sex... if it's good, it's a marathon.

I had trouble cumming with Carmen. I mean, I had never had this issue before, but she wasn't doing it for me. It just wasn't happening. I was ashamed to admit I had to let Mom into my thoughts to send a jolt through my cock. I mean, what I did with Mom... that was sex. That was real fucking sex! Mom could do things to a dick Carmen couldn't dream of. This was just a pale imitation. A pale... ugly... flat imitation.

No! I didn't want to think like this. I didn't. But I couldn't help myself. I needed to cum, and just end this uncomfortable sex with my fiancée. And I couldn't help myself from thinking about Mom again. And when I finally came, when I gave Carmen my load on her soft belly, it was Mom who I thinking about. But in my head... Carmen was there too... crying. She cried while watching me fucking my own mom.

God, why did that seem so hot all of a sudden? Carmen, so trusting in me, so believing in the best in me, completely betrayed. Viciously betrayed in the worst way possible. How low must a girl feel to see her own fiancé cheating on her with his own mother? How low must it be for a girl to realize he would rather commit incest with his mom than fuck her again? How low would a girl feel watching her fiancé fucking his mom and realizing his mom had her beat in every way?

That strong burning love I felt for Carmen had been cast in a shadow. My love for Carmen had dimmed after my encounter with Mom. After being with Mom... I hated to admit it, but after Mom, Carmen didn't seem as appealing.

The beast inside me wasn't dead. My heart wanted me to have moved on. I wanted to love Carmen unconditionally, but my dark side gave me doubts. Would I really be happy spending the rest of my life with Carmen, knowing better sex was waiting for me back home? Did I really want to start a family with Carmen, or did I want to give my valuable seed to a woman far more deserving... far more appealing... far more attractive... far more perfect?

Mom was a conniving, twisted, evil bitch. I had seen the true her... the dark heart at the core of my Mother. I hated how mean she was... I hated how insane she could get... but my cock would throb at the thought of our sexual encounter. Our battle. All the horrible things she said and did... it did it for me in the worst way. I was trying to keep a grip on the leash, but the dog was still barking like crazy. It wanted more. Once was not enough.

The sex was too good to forget. Too nasty to ignore. I said it before, Mom's body was a sports car. And I had come to realize, I was the one destined to drive that car. That car was meant for me. Her body and mine were a perfect match. My cock and her cunt were a perfect fit. A yin and a yang. Two sides of the same coin. Mom had made me this way. Mom had unleashed the beast.

The beast didn't only come out with Carmen. Whenever I was with Dad, I couldn't help but let myself get filled with near arrogance. I looked at Dad and almost felt... disrespect. I had fucked his wife right under his nose and he didn't notice a thing. He was too naïve to even think about it. Too stupid to confront the truth. He leaves his slut wife at home alone with his stud of a son. Of course sex would eventually happen. Of course!

I got a certain dark thrill at disrespecting him. Fucking his wife and hiding it, doing it behind his back while he was too stupid to notice. How can you respect a guy who is too naïve to realize his wife had stepped out on him? How can you respect a guy when you know his wife is too much for him? I had to bite my tongue from making dickish, snotty comments, lording my superiority over him. Where did this come from? I had never thought about this before, but now, whenever I was near Dad, it was all I could think about.

Mom had lived up to her word. She hadn't pushed me or said a single thing beyond normal, motherly banter. But that didn't mean she wasn't trying to entice me.

Me, Mom, and Dad were watching a movie in the living room. Dad was focused on the movie, but it was kind of dumb, so I had trouble paying attention. I glanced over at Mom, and it was clear other things were on her mind.

I glanced at her, wearing a smooth peach colored top that was hugging her tight upper half. On her lower half, a slim, black skirt, clinging to her smooth legs and firm ass. I hadn't been able to stop looking at her ass in that skirt all day.

I kept telling myself this was done, this was over, that I didn't have to put myself through this anymore. Been there, done that. I tried to forget about her, to ignore her, but the problem was... dat ass! Her ass was just as juicy and perfect as ever. Knowing I had out-fucked this sex goddess filled me with pride. Knowing I had tamed that ass was a thrilling thought.