You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 08

"Sure, you loved it. But it wasn't enough to break you, to tempt you into cheating. But...the one thing you couldn't resist was catching your own son eying you up like any other guy would, right?" I asked. Mom didn't reply. "That drove you wild, didn't it? Drove you more wild than anything, knowing even your son was affected by your charms? Admit it, you knew I wanted you, even before I confessed. Right?" I said.

"Yeah." Mom said, holding my gaze, her voice a harsh whisper as we stood inches from each other, feeling our lusty heat. "I always know when a guy's looking at me. Eyeing me up. You're no exception. I felt your eyes on my tits. I saw you stare into my cleavage. I felt your gaze on my ass. I always knew deep down you had a little crush. But I wasn't about to indulge a boy's filthy mind. Though I did take great pride knowing I was hotter than all of your girlfriends. I loved knowing you would be thinking about me when you were with them. I loved knowing I owned you like I owned every other guy I was with." I wasn't sure if Mom was lying or if this was the truth. But I didn't care. It sounded good.

Mom and I stood close, both her and I barely clothed.

"You have no idea how filthy you made me, Mom. You have no idea the bad things I wanted to do to your body. Being around a body like yours made me grow up fast. By the time I was 18, the things I wanted to do to you were things no other guys my age were capable of. Things no guy double my age would consider." I replied.

"Oh yeah? Try me." Mom dared. My dark side lashed out.

"I wanted to make you choke on my fat fucking cock. I wanted to feel your lips around the root of my shaft. I wanted to drive my rock-hard cock between those huge fucking tits and squirt cum all over them. I wanted to paint your pretty face with my jizz. I wanted to fucking shove my face in your ass and suck your fucking asshole. I wanted to drive my thick meat in and out of my own mother's cunt and her asshole. I wanted you to take it. I wanted you to take my cum in every hole." I said harshly. Mom was nonplussed. Not taken aback. Not shocked. Merely amused.

"Such a filthy, filthy young man. Wanting to do such awful things to your lovely, sweet mom." Mom marveled sarcastically with a smile. "Face it, Tom, that's not the kind of obsession you get over. Admit it, you were never over me. Admit it!"

"I never said you stopped being crazy hot. But, you are crazy. I would take someone sane and just as hot over someone as insane as you any day." I said.

"How dare you? How dare you call your own mother crazy? And worst of all, how dare you imply Carmen is as hot as me." Mom replied, offended, hands on her hips.

"She's the best I've ever had." I replied truthfully.

"Well, you haven't had me yet. And... as much fun as you think she is, as good as you claim the sex is with her, the truth is she will never have what I've got." Mom said. "She will never have a pair of these." Mom added, pointing at her jugs.

"I'm happy with what I got." I replied.

"Bullshit!" Mom replied quickly with a snarl. "Let's see how you feel after this." With that, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra.

I was trying to control myself, control my breathing as I realized I was about to see something I had dreamt of seeing for years. Something I had jacked off to countless times thinking about. I had to stop myself from being reduced to the immature young man who was obsessed with his Mom's rack. I had to keep my cool, but I was about to see my Mom's bare breasts. This was a life-changing event. Even though I didn't want this, I had to remember it.

The bra jumped forward as she unsnapped it, but her boobs were so firm they didn't sag very much, if at all. Staring at me as she did this, she held the straps in place for a few moments, teasing me.

"Are you sure you can handle this Tom?" Mom asked. "Are you sure you won't just cum at the sight of them?"

"I can handle it." I bragged, deep down hoping I could. Hoping that the sight of my own mother's mammoth breasts didn't break me, or change me in a way I couldn't recover from. Gauging my reaction, Mom teased me, holding onto them for a few more seconds. Before finally, with a smirk, she let the bra drop and put her hands on her hips. And suddenly, just like that, there they were.

Was this a dream? Was this actually happening? I blinked my eyes a few times, wondering if this was just an apparition. But it became clear that this was no dream. This was reality.

For the first time in memory, I was seeing Mom's massive breasts in the flesh.

I couldn't help myself from gawking. They were just huge. They seemed even bigger outside of a bra then they did in one. They were incredible. On her slim frame, each massive udder looked all the more huge. The flesh was smooth and silky with a golden tan and each jiggled lightly with every movement she made. My eyes were drawn to Mom's nipples. For years I had dreamed of seeing them and now I was finally getting a glimpse of them. In my pursuit of her, catching sight of them had been elusive. Mom had been an expert at showing me as much of her breasts she could without showing me each rubbery cap. And now, I was seeing them. The areolas were smooth and round, standing out from her golden skin. And each nipple was hard as a rock, pointing to me, aching for pleasure.

I took in the full, round shape of each breast. I took in the artful, smooth, succulent curves. I studied their perfectly round shape. I admired their firmness, each round breast riding proudly on her chest, firm enough to ride close together, creating a cavern of smooth cleavage. They were, quite simply, perfect. If you wanted to create a sculpture depicting perfect, mammoth breasts, Mom's would be the inspiration.

I remember Mom saying once that if I ever saw her breasts, I would fall to my knees. For the first time, I understood what she was saying. Upon seeing them, part of me felt the urge to kneel before her and worship their perfection. But I was stronger than that. I kept my bearings, standing straight, looking up from my mother's jugs to her pretty face.

Looking impressed that I hadn't crumbled in front of her, Mom raised her eyebrows and ran her hands down her sides, hooking the straps of her g-string in her fingers and pulling them down. I watched the material roll down her body. I watched the tiny patch of material covering her vagina get peeled down, slowly, until finally, the g-string fell to the floor.

My mother was standing completely naked in front of me.

My eyes jumped down to her exposed, naked pussy. It was as gorgeous as the rest of her. Two... small... plump lips, a slightly protruding clit, and a small tuft of dark hair. Age hadn't hit her there either. Mom had the pussy of a twenty year-old.

Mom put her hands on her hips, letting me take in the entire package. She looked incredible. Her body was begging to be touched. Her body was calling out to me, calling to be worshipped, aching to be pleasured. There was just so much golden tan, smooth, silky flesh. Her flat stomach looked so tight and sexy, even her belly button was hot to me. And again, I marveled at her chest. Her massive breasts were just so full and large on her slim frame. But despite that, somehow, someway, I could tell she was built to carry large breasts. Something in her body language told me that there was no way this body could exist with small, feeble breasts. Her body was designed to carry massive boobs. Her body was a sports car with all the best features.

I couldn't get over it. This was my mom! This was my mom, a 42 year old woman, showing off her perfect nude body to me, her own son. This was the woman who used to have to shake me awake in the mornings before high school, making me breakfast, then sending me on my way like a good mother would. This was the woman who would lovingly call me a butthead when I would be a smart ass. This was the woman who would pester me, making sure I did my homework. Now, she was showing off her naked body to me, trying to tempt me into sin, trying to drive me wild, trying to make me lose control.

Mom stared me down, studying my reaction to seeing her in the buff. I tried to be cool, but I couldn't help but react truthfully.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mom." I marveled with a laugh.

"Admit it, Tom. Admit you've never seen a body this good. Admit you've never seen a body this perfect." Mom said, running a couple fingers across her smooth breasts. I couldn't help but admit the truth.

"Mom, I'll give it to you. You have the best body I've ever seen." I said honestly.

"Better than Carmen's?" Mom asked pointedly. I grit my teeth and admitted the truth.

"Yes, Mom. You have a better body than my fiancée. But that doesn't make you a better woman." I replied.

"I think it does." Mom replied, in a sing-song voice. "By the end of today, you'll admit I'm a better woman than her. You'll scream it to the heavens."

"We'll see." I replied. For a few moments, a silence fell, as I stared at Mom's body.

"Are you just gonna stand there and gawk... or are you gonna do something?" Mom asked impatiently.

"No need to rush." I replied, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

"Really, mere minutes ago, you wanted to get this over with. Now... after taking one look at me, you're scared. You're intimidated. You're starting to realize the truth. You can't handle me, Tom. Admit it!" Mom affirmed, her chest jiggling with her movements.

"Oh, you want me to do something? You want to move this along?" I dared her. "Well, check this out."

With a firm tug, I yanked down my boxer-briefs, throwing them to the floor. And from within, now released, bouncing around before coming to a stop, pointing directly at Mom, was my throbbing, hard-as-concrete cock. It jutted out straight from my body, pulsing with desire, standing proud. With what I was seeing, it was no shock that my cock had never looked harder, jutting out a full 10 inches. It was throbbing with need.

"I spent years wanting to show you this, Mom." I admitted. "I really thought you needed to see it." I let Mom look at it for the first time. I let her study every meaty inch. It's impressive thickness. The pulsing veins. My swollen balls.

Mom's eyes were blazing with desire as she stared at my crotch. I could see her running her eyes up and down the length of my shaft, admiring it, lusting for it.

"Wow..." Mom marveled. "I did need to see this." Mom said to herself. "I am very disappointed you didn't show this to me a long time ago, young man." she chastised.

"What do you think?" I asked. I couldn't help, after years of wondering, what Mom would think of my large penis. And judging by the rapt look on her face, she approved.

"It's..." Mom began, trying to play it cool, but it was clear she loved what we saw, since she couldn't take her eyes off of it. "It's fucking huge." Mom whispered.

"Yeah?" I asked, stroking it lightly.

"It's... beautiful." Mom said, glancing up to my eyes before looking back down. "It's just... huge. I mean, I knew you were big, but I didn't think you were THAT big. How big is it?" Mom asked.

"10." I replied.

"Ooh." Mom exhaled lightly, impressed. "It's so big, and smooth, and you got nice, big balls, and you keep the hair trimmed, and the head, God, that even the head of your cock is huge! Fuck, it just looks so... powerful!" Mom gasped.

"Dad not this big?" I asked arrogantly.

"Not even close." Mom replied. Mom shook herself from her reverie, regaining her composure. For a minute there, the big bad bitch was gone, and in its place, a starving cock-slut. But she had regained her cool, stood-up straight, and regained her sneer. "But, it's not all about size, Tom. It's how you utilize it. Your father isn't even that small. He just has no idea how to use what he has. It's about technique, Tom. Trust me, your mother knows these things. I hope you've got more than just the size."

"You saw what I did to Casey." I told Mom. "I know what I'm doing."

Mom glanced down to my turgid erection again, not able to keep her eyes off of it for too long without having to take another peek.

"You can touch it if you want." I invited. Mom rolled her eyes at me, annoyed that I implied she needed permission. And as she rolled her eyes, she extended her hand and ran a finger across the top of my dick. I shivered as I felt the pad of Mom's finger run down my length, running against stretched-to-the-max skin on top of my hard as granite cock. I gulped slightly as I felt Mom's elegant finger against the sensitive head of my dick, playing lightly at the very tip, teasing me. Holding my gaze, Mom extended her fingers and I felt all five against my shaft. I felt each of her fingers coil around my cock, encircling as much as they could around my thick meat. Now, with a full grip, Mom tightened her fingers, squeezing my meaty shaft for the first time.

"Uhhhh." I moaned out, the pleasure of feeling my own mother's hand wrapped around my cock almost too much to bear.

This was first contact. This was mom hand on son dick. After years of back-and-forth between us, right here and now, my mother had her slim, elegant fingers wrapped around her son's bulging, rock-hard cock. It was an indescribable pleasure. Mom slowly began to stroke my cock and my head fell back.

"You like that?" Mom whispered, stepping in close, her hand travelling the length of my hard-on, her fingers squeezing my shaft firmly as she did so. I closed my eyes and nodded in reply. Mom put her other hand on my chest and her fingers squeezed my chest gently. "Step back, baby. Sit down on the bed." she whispered. I opened up my eyes and let her guide me back gently and sat me down, planting my bare ass on my parent's bed.

Mom switched hands, taking my dick into her other hand as she curled up next to me on the bed, kneeling on the mattress. I felt her big, bare breasts against my arm as she pressed herself into me, her lips moving close to my ear as she continued slowly stroking me.

"You like that, Tom? You like feeling your mom stroking your big, fat cock?" Mom asked gently but firmly. I usually had pretty good endurance, but after having gone so long without pleasure, Mom's hand already had me on edge.

"Yeah." I grunted, leaning back slightly, both hands clutching the comforter. I felt her hair fall onto my bare shoulder as she looked down at my bloated dick, her active hand still at work.

"God, it's already leaking." Mom said, admiring the small bead of cum leaking from my cock. "Are you that easy, Tom? Is my hand enough to break you? Is your mother's loving touch all you need? Am I gonna break you with a fucking handjob?" she asked.

The steady trickle of juices leaking from me made my cock increasingly wet as Mom stroked me, her palm coated with my pre-cum as well.

"This ain't nothing." I replied with a smirk, glancing at Mom. She smiled wickedly and stroked me faster.

"Are you sure, Tom?" Mom asked. "Are you sure your mother's hand doesn't feel better than your girlfriend's pussy? Don't you love having your own mother jacking you off? Are you sure you don't already prefer me over her? Have I already won you over? Does my hand want to make you cum harder than your fiancée's cunt ever did?" She stroked me faster, her firm muscles in her arm flexing as she jacked me off. She twisted her fingers around the bottom of my shaft, making my cock throb in delight as she hit the sensitive spots.

"I'll be alright." I replied. "Even if I cum, I'll have more in the tank. You're gonna have to use a lot more than your hand to drain my balls."

Mom sneered wickedly as she looked straight at me.

"I get it." Mom said softly, still vigorously stroking me, her boobs jiggling against my arm. "You've trained your dick well. A simple hand job won't be enough. You need it even nastier. I expected that much. But... what if I do this?"

With that, Mom leaned forward, and before I could react, stuck out her tongue and licked up along the side of my neck. My eyes lidded over as Mom's tongue hit a sweet spot on my neck. I felt her firm tongue against me, and the rawness of this act was like a bolt of electricity coursing through me. Mom's tongue hit my jawline, running her wet muscle down the bone, towards my chin. She ran her tongue up my cheek and then with a flourish, finished her lick by flicking her tongue at the corner of my mouth, before moving back slightly, Mom's lusty breath hitting my face.

I looked down at her plump, smooth lips as she rubbed them together slightly, the deep red lipstick making her lips look extra sexy. I looked at her eyes and she looked back at me, her fist still jacking me vigorously. The tension overtook at us at the same moment. We dove towards each other, our mouths colliding roughly in a savage, open mouthed-kiss. Our lips fused together in a perfect seal, our mouths sucking at each other, our tongues waging war in each other's mouths. Her smooth lips slid against mine, her lipstick smearing onto me. Out tongues mashed into each other as we swapped spit, our mouths ravenously attacking each other.

This was pure insanity. An unholy tableau for anyone who happened to be watching. Most guys my age would be at college parties, making out with slutty coeds. Not me. I was at home, in my parent's room, making out with my nude, hot-bodied, slutty mother as she stroked my dick. It was nastiness. Pure sin. A mother and a son, lips pressed together in a tight seal, tongues in each other's mouths, swapping serious spit.

This was so, so wrong in just about any way imaginable. This was a son making out with his mother. A mother making out with her son. A young man making out with a woman over double his age. This was a guy making out with an older woman that wasn't his fiancée. This was a woman making out with a young guy that was not her husband. This was as filthy of a coupling as possible in every way. This was incest. This was cheating. This was so fucking hot! My cock was throbbing.

Our kiss became even more savage, our tongues wrestling fiercely in each others' mouths, fighting for control. Our lips were swollen as we pressed them against each other roughly. Our cheeks were hollowed, meaning our kiss was deep. Our tongues explored each and every crevice of the other's mouth, our spit mingling and making this kiss very wet. Our lips smacked against each other as we Frenched. Mom pressed herself into me, her boobs pressing into my chest, grabbing the back of my neck as she tried to jam her tongue down my throat.

I reached forward, putting my hand on her back before letting it slide down, cupping her ass-cheek for the first time. As I squeezed it roughly, I marveled at how good it felt in my hand. I played with the round cheek, digging my fingers into the firm flesh. My mind being reminded of firm flesh was like a jolt of electricity.

They were right there. Her boobs were right here, in front of me, pressed into my chest. I had to go for it. I had to squeeze them.

As I kept French-kissing my mother, I let my hands slid back up, travelling along her velvety skin and up her side, my intentions clear. And as I got close, as my hands were inches away from finally making skin-to-skin contact with my mom's big, bare boobs, Mom grabbed my wrists roughly, stopping me, mere inches away from her massive rack. Mom pulled her tongue from my mouth, backing up, breathing deep as spit connected our open mouths. We looked at each other, our eyes glassy with lust.

"Not yet." she gasped. "Wait." Mom slid her hands along my lean arms till they arrived at my chest. Gripping my chest lightly, Mom pushed me back onto the bed. "Get comfortable." Mom said, "Lie back. If you want to be the real man of the house, act like it. Get comfortable, lie back, be the master of the master bed."