You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 08

Mom was in the loveseat, legs crossed as she sipped a drink. Her eyes were on me, on my crotch, studying for my bulge. She looked up when she caught me looking at her. She guided my eyes down to her smooth, long legs, and I couldn't help but notice her round, sexy thighs pressed together. Her legs looked sooo shiny and smooth. Mom met my eyes with hers, and as she did, she uncrossed her legs and brought one of her feet onto the loveseat. And just like that, right in front of me, Mom was lewdly exposing her bare cunt to me under her slim skirt.

Mom was facing me, this show meant solely for me, but her pussy was well in view of both of us. If Dad just turned slightly, he would see. He would know everything. But he didn't. He was clueless, as both me and Mom knew he would be. I stared wolfishly at Mom's cunt as she tried to tempt me back. I tried to look away, but all I did was lick my lips.

Mom wasn't done yet.

The next morning, after waking up and cleaning up and going to the kitchen to drink some OJ, I looked out at the pool. And when I did, I gasped.

Mom was out there, sunning herself, wearing something I had only ever seen in pictures.

She was wearing a sling bikini. A neon green, sling bikini, barely covering her cunt, two thin pieces of material running up her body, one over each breast, running over her shoulders, down her back and meeting at her ass, combining in one tiny string threading her ass-crack. It was not meant for a woman with such massive breasts, and the slim bits of material couldn't contain her generous curves, barely covering her nipples.

Mom had never looked sexier.

I stared at her and gawked at the way her breasts spilled out of her bikini, for a few minutes. Mom turned to glance at the house and noticed my presence. She proceeded to get up and began sauntering towards the house. Her boobs were jiggling obscenely under the sling bikini, her nipples nearly exposed, her breasts almost spilling out. Mom pulled open the sliding glass door and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her, standing a few feet in front of me, facing me.

"So..." Mom began, her voice breathy, "You like?" Mom asked, looking down at herself. "It's new... I got it for you."

"It's..." I began. Her body looked obscene in this outfit. Her boobs looked massive, the tiny green straps digging slightly into her plush flesh, her massive, round boobs pouring out from all sides, her nipples half exposed. Her massive tits pressed together, their round softness pressed into each other, her cleavage looking cavernous. Her sexy belly looked perfectly flat, and the part of this bikini covering he cunt was so low-cut her tiny strip of cunt hair was visible. Sunning had done her wonders, as her smooth skin was glowing.

"Do you think it's sexy?" Mom asked.

"Yeah..." I relented. The beast inside me was speaking for me now. Taking over my thoughts. My eyes were blazing. I had never felt this level of attraction for anyone as I did right now. "It's... really sexy."

"Do you think Carmen would pull this off?" Mom asked.

I wanted to stay loyal to Carmen, but I had to wonder why. I had spent all yesterday with Carmen, and the passion just seemed gone. Missing. The things that made me fall in love with her now seemed to distract me, like her constant snarkiness and her general smart-ass nature. I loved her, but then again, if I really cared, I wouldn't be slipping away from her. I wouldn't have such lustful thoughts for another woman. I wouldn't have lustful thoughts about my mom.

Mom had Carmen beat in every way. Mom was older. She was hotter. She was sexier. She had a way better body. Sure, Mom had been exposed as a twisted, psychotic, scheming cunt. But something about her, something about her aggressive, unrelenting sexuality... it almost made all her negative qualities into turn-ons. Mom was a huge bitch, just a complete cunt, and the beast inside me loved it. It loved how nasty she was. That added to her appeal, and made my cock throb.

This was a battle between the desires of the heart and the needs of my dick. My heart loved Carmen. Truly. She loved me. She brought out the best in me. She made me think I could be a better person. I could talk to her in a way I couldn't talk to any other girl. But Mom was just raw sexuality. As a person, she was kind of awful, but my cock wanted inside her again. No matter what woman I would ever be with, I would be comparing her to Mom. And I had no doubt every other woman would come up short. Even though I had conquered Mom, there was no doubt the aggressive rough sex I had had with her was the best I ever had. I had experienced the full force of her hot body, and even though I survived and was still standing, I hadn't forgotten what we had done together. I hadn't forgotten how good she was in bed. I hadn't forgotten the absolute filth she was capable of. Mom was hot fire. Her body was sizzling, dripping sex. My lust for Mom had been like a drug in my younger years. I had tried to kick the habit, but instead, I had gone on a full-blown bender, moving onto a drug that was even harder. A drug far more dangerous. A drug I was dying to feed my addiction too.

In a sense, Mom had proved her point. She had ruined me for other women.

Carmen seemed inconsequential in the face of my desires. Sex with Mom was so good it overshadowed all of Carmen's best qualities. Carmen meant well, she did but... I don't think she knows me. She doesn't know what I've done, the things I'm capable of. And if she did, if she did see the real me, exposed, if she saw me in action, she would hate me. She would hate the real me. She only loves the me I'm trying to be. The idealized version she hopes to make of me. Not the beast I really am.

I wanted to be better. I wanted to be a good guy. But that dream was a lie. That guy was never there. The good guy, the monogamous, friendly, loyal guy... that was the lie. I've always run from the thought of being the asshole. The arrogant jock. The cocky-d-bag who knows he's better than everyone else. The arrogant prick who only wants to fuck hot girls. And Mom was the hottest of the hot girls.

Before Carmen, I was unabashedly hot for Mom. Despite the games, despite everything, my attraction never wavered. I was trying to be cool, trying to go straight and do the right thing. But it wasn't working out. That look wasn't working for me. I couldn't escape my dark side, the twisted appeal the darker edge of things had for me. My mind and my cock craved the darker path. The path less traveled. A path of blinding pleasure. Being a cocky, asshole jock, cheating on girls, fucking girls hard... that's what I was meant for.

I really loved Carmen. I did. And I wish I could be the guy for her, but I was starting to realize I wasn't the man for her. She deserved better. And deep down, I didn't want to hurt her. But the pull of beast inside me was becoming too strong to escape. I had no reason to be here, to stick around, to let myself be tempted by Mom. But yet, I was here, because deep down, I wanted to be here. I didn't want to escape. Now that I had the freedom to leave, to walk away from Mom, consequence free, I suddenly didn't want that anymore.

I craved something else.

"So... what do you say, Tom?" Mom asked. "Could Carmen pull this look off, or does she not have the body for it?"

I looked at her wolfishly, my eyes devouring her exposed body. Mom smiled lightly and stepped forward, seeing the answer in my eyes.

"So... Tom." Mom began, her boobs pressing slightly into my chest. "What do you want to do today?"

I looked up at her, and her eyes met mine. We shared the same message.

The truth was about to come out. Would I fight off the beast inside me, or would I let it consume me?

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(Jay)

I guess I should have seen it coming. I sensed something was off these last few days, something strange happening under my own roof. Tanya was acting strange, as was Tom. But what was actually happening... I never would have imagined it. I never would have imagined the one thing I had been dreading for years would happen in the way it did.

I came home from work in a pretty good mood. Work was good. Life was good. I was surprised to find no one downstairs. No Tom lazily watching TV. No Tanya bouncing around, always working on something. No nothing.

I went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. And as I sipped on this drink, I sensed a presence near me, and when I saw it, I nearly choked.

Tanya was padding towards me, barefoot, only wearing her silky, midnight blue robe. Her body was covered with sweat and her robe was half closed, meaning her boobs were just spilling out. Her hair looked like a mess and her makeup was a bit smudged. I raised my eyebrow.

"Tanya, cover yourself up. Tom might be here." I said, nodding towards her half-exposed breasts.

"Oh." she said with surprise, clinching her robe shut. "Sorry." I looked at her, confused.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh!" Tanya said, as if she suddenly realized what a mess she was. "I worked out with Tom all day, seeing what he does to keep himself in such good shape. And I tell you... that son of ours... he's hard to keep up with." she said with a laugh. "But I was just about to hop in the shower. We just finished up, so..." she trailed off.

Suddenly, Tom walked into the kitchen, his fit, muscular body covered with sweat as well.

My wife and my son, both barely clothed, both covered in sweat... if it was anyone but my son, I'd be worried that maybe Tanya had done something bad.

"Hey Dad." he grunted out, making his way to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of water and began gulping it down, replenishing his moisture.

"So..." I began, till sensing something was up. "You worked out with your mother, today?" I asked.

"Oh... uh, yeah." Tom said. "Yeah." he added, more confident. He began to walk back out towards the living room. "I'll tell you what, Dad.... you got a hell of a woman here." he said, and as he walked by his mother, he reached down and slapped her ass, a smack echoing through the walls of the house. Tanya's mouth was open wide in shock and amusement. What the hell was that? Why did Tom feel so comfortable slapping his mother's ass? Why did she seem to enjoy it? Something weird was happening here. Something was off. She turned to face me.

"Tanya!" I began. "What the hell's going on?" I asked. She looked up at me, mischievously, holding my eyes, conveying a message. She looked at me. And I looked at her. I mean... it looked like... uh, if it was any other guy, I would think Tanya had cheated. But it was Tom, our son. But, he did seem awfully comfortable with her. They did seem to be sharing an unspoken bond. There definitely was some weird, heated tension between them. It couldn't be... no... it couldn't. Right?

I looked at Tanya, and she gave me a slight nod, telling me that she knew what I was thinking, and confirming my worst fears. I looked at her, my heart sinking, but her expression was one of amusement, not shame.

"Tanya... are you saying...?" I began, panicked.

"Oh..." she interrupted. "I was gonna make steak tonight, since it's you know, Tom's favorite, but time got away from us. Would you mind going out and grabbing some?"

"Wait... I'm not ignoring this. Tanya, tell me... did you and Tom..." I began.

"Jay, you should really get going. You should go to the deli, across town. They have Tom's favorite." my wife said brightly.

"What? Tanya, I...." I began.

"Jay, I really think you should go out for a little while." Tanya said firmly, nodding pointedly.

"Tanya, did you and Tom do something together?" I asked gingerly. My wife's expression was curious for a bit, before her lips curled into a smile.

"Jay... I'm messing with you." she said, rubbing my shoulder.

"What? Tanya, what..." I began.

"Jay, I'm joking around." she said with a laugh.

"Awful messed up thing to joke about." I said firmly. Tanya simply giggled.

"You should get going, hon. They close up early." she recommended.

"Okay." I relented, still not sure what was going here.

"Alright, I'm gonna go shower." Tanya announced.

"Okay... I guess I'll be back." I said, still confused.

As my wife padded up the stairs I made my way back to my car, still thinking over what had just happened. I was behind the wheel, and just about to start the car up, when, in a flash of inspiration, I stopped. I exited the car and quietly opened the front door. I opened it up and stepped in, waiting to hear something. And then, finally my wife's voice carried from upstairs.

"Jesus, Tom." Tanya began. "There is cum everywhere! Luckily I threw on this robe before your father saw any of it, but... Jesus. And you fucking soaked the bed with it too. Oh my God, your dad's pillow is covered!"

I slipped out of the house, my brain going on lockdown.

Oh my God! This can't be happening. This can't be true.

Did my wife and son just have sex?

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(Tanya)

Me and Tom had just had sex.

I never thought it would get this far. I never thought it would reach the point. Tom was just a young man. What did he really know about sex? Banging slutty teenagers was not exactly difficult. I had spent years honing my talents, perfecting my skill, all in the search of that one elusive, explosive moment of pleasure. That world-breaking, soul-shaking orgasm. I wasn't about to let some young dickhead saunter into MY bedroom and act like he owned the place. I wasn't about to be conquered by a mere boy. The thought was laughable. As if a young guy like him, my own son, could actually handle a body like mine. As if, after years of searching, the young stud capable of giving me that elusive pleasure lived under my own roof. I had my doubts whether or not he would be able to actually make me cum at all, let alone giving me that world-changing orgasm I needed. It was a near impossible task, and I didn't think my own son had the nerve to get the job done, to give me one good fucking cum.

But I was wrong.

He did it twelve times.

I have no idea if my orgasm count was even close to accurate. I lost count, because I was too busy seeing stars. What felt like a dozen world-shaking, pussy-creaming, body-quaking orgasms roared through my body during our first encounter. He worked my body like a maestro, playing my body like an instrument, his mighty cock pulling orgasm after orgasm from my body as if it was his sole purpose, as if he was built solely as a tool to help his mother cum. His cock was the key I needed to unlock the untapped vault of orgasms within me.

The best thing was that he knew he could handle me. Deep down, he knew he had my number. God, I loved arrogance in a guy, especially when he could back it up. And he did back it up. And in exchange, I was happy to back my ass up onto that fat cock of his. The things he did to my body, my long legs, my round ass, my big tits... the way he controlled me in bed, the way he pounded me, the way he handled me... the thought of it was enough to make me melt.

I had told Tom that if he beat me, if he conquered his Mom in bed, that I would step aside. And he did. I wasn't afraid to admit he had conquered me. And he had SO conquered me. I had no idea what he was capable of. What he could do in the bedroom. I don't know how a guy his age could fuck a woman so completely, but he did. Not only was he better than me at sex, he was a LOT better. As I told him during the sex, his cock was a weapon designed to tame sluts. And he had tamed me, the biggest slut of all. Where did this natural talent come from?

It must be the genetics.

I mean, sure, despite all my protestations early on after his confession, he wasn't as far away from having me as he thought. He was still fucking far away from ever having his mom screaming at the end of his cock. At the beginning, I told myself at first I really didn't want this, it just couldn't be a coincidence that he checked so many boxes for me, right? I mean, I know I am his mother, but even I knew deep down that he was fucking hot. That he was a young stud. That he could handle himself in the bedroom. And even though I couldn't really admit it to him then, I had to admit now that, yeah, I am totally into younger men. So once Tom made his confession to me, I couldn't help but assess him sexually.

Younger? Yep. Was he a stud? Clearly. Was he hot and sexy? Yes, obviously. Football player? Yep. Arrogant? Yes. And most importantly, was he hung? Mmmm... oh yeah. My son was a cocky, arrogant young stud with a massive dick and an even bigger ego. That type of guy made me wet. At first, knowing that my son was practically built for me freaked me out, but eventually, it was all I could think about. He had what it took. He was my match. Despite my earlier thoughts to the contrary, the forces of fate bringing us together were too strong to counter. Sex was quite simply inevitable.

That's why I enjoyed the game, I think. Cause deep down, I knew that's how it would end. That's why I loved teasing him. That is why I opened that door in my mind, a door that should never be opened and began flirting with my own son. Not only because he checked all my boxes, and not only because he was so much fun to tease and toy with. No, the core reason I teased my son with my hot body was simple.

It made me wet.

Teasing my son made my cunt wet. Teasing Tom made me soak my thong in sex-juices. Taunting him with my hot body would literally make me dripping wet. And what drove me even more wild was that since I thought I had all the power, I figured there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing he could do to stop me.

How wrong I was.

I thought I knew him, but I had seen a side of him I didn't know he had. I had seen a monster inside him, a sex-crazed beast, and even though he was still my son, it scared me a bit. Not that I was fearful of him or anything like that, but it was at that point I realized I didn't know my son at all. He was something I had never encountered. After the sex, I kept my distance slightly, trying to figure out how to handle this change of events. And I was afraid that what I told him in bed was true, that I couldn't handle him.

He looked a bit shaken by our encounter too, as if he didn't believe what had just happened either. He didn't know what he was capable of. He looked a bit lost and unsure. It was then I realized what he needed. He didn't need to talk to his father. He didn't need the advice of a friend. He didn't need the platitudes from his fiancée.

He needed his mother, now more than ever.

I planned to live up to my word and not come after him. Live up to the warrior's code, you know? But that did not mean I wouldn't make it clear that he could have me again whenever he wanted. My body was his for the taking. I would be his slut, a complete fucking whore just for him. If he seriously thought I would give up that big dick after that transcendent, world-shaking encounter, he was a fool.

Tom would be wasted on a young girl like Carmen. She was too ugly and too unsexy to ever be a good match for him. Tom being married to her would be like having Picasso painting your bathroom. Tom had too much raw talent to just be thrown away like that. It was my duty as a mother to make sure my son went down the right path. That path being with me, fucking the shit out of his own mother.

I had very clearly gone too far down the dark path of incest to come back now. My relationship with my son had been so deeply infused with sex at this point that there was no hope of things ever going back to normal. Moms shouldn't want to know anything about their sons' sex lives. A mom isn't supposed to wonder about her son's penis at all, and if she does, she's supposed to think about it as a nasty, disgusting piece of meat that if left unattended will happily live up to its sole purpose and spray its filthy seed anywhere it wants. Moms are supposed to be disgusted every time they found a garbage can full of jizz-coated tissues or leftover dried cum on his underwear. Moms are supposed to make sure their sons steer clear of those nasty, trashy girls who only want one thing. Moms would be happy if every drop of thick teenage seed stayed nestled in their sons' swollen balls until they got married. Only then would a mom's job be complete. But clearly, I was very different. I was not a typical mom. I had taken a VERY active, hands-on role in my son's sex life. I had actively made sure my son would be spraying cum everywhere.