You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 01

It was almost unfair. Like it was bad karma for being so lucky with girls. Being stuck with the hottest woman I had ever seen and not being able to make a move due to her being my mom. I was able to get a bunch of high-school girls between the sheets, but I could never truly enjoy them. Imagine how torturous it would be, that anytime you fucked a girl, you couldn't help but see your mom in her place. Imagine fucking an 18 year old with pristine DD's and not being satisfied, because they are not as big as your mom's FF's. Luckily, my mom was super-hot, and seeing her in those girls' places wasn't an unpleasant sight, but it was still torture nonetheless. Having your mind's eye see a pair of massive, natural tits, bigger and more perfect than any tits you had ever seen, and knowing it was unlikely you would ever get to see them... it was not fun. It was dangling meat in front of a starving man. I wouldn't wish this mental anguish on my worst enemy. I wouldn't wish the torture, the initial shame, of what I felt when it first happened, and the turmoil it caused, on anyone. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

I don't think she knew what she was doing to me. She couldn't have known how badly she was torturing me. Like I said, she was a great mom and she was super cool with me. She just had a flirty way about her. That's how she treated all guys, so I knew it wasn't anything out of the ordinary as she very subtly flirted in my presence. And she clearly was aware of her body as she showed it off every opportunity she could. She loved to tan out by the pool, and she wore skimpy bikinis constantly. Nothing indecent, unfortunately, but with her it was hard not to show off. I was forced to watch my mom show off tons of skin and not be able to do anything about it. I had to watch her and Dad be kissy-kissy in front of me, and I was being driven mad with jealousy. I was living with the guy who was plowing the object of my lust. I was a mad jumble of emotions.

I'm sure any armchair psychologist could diagnose my madness, and could connect my vice of chasing girls with my relationship with my own mother. I was seemingly well put-together on the outside, but no one saw the turmoil I was in. I wanted to bang my own mom! It was crazy, and the worst thing was, the fact that it was Mom didn't even bother me anymore. I was totally cool with it. In fact, the thought of it made me throb.

It became clear that something had to be done. I couldn't just... not do anything about it. I had to make a move. I had to know for sure. I had to let her know what I wanted. I was heading to college in a year, and if I got to that point without giving it a shot, it would never happen. I needed closure on this. I couldn't go on not knowing whether or not I had a chance.

Did I think I had a shot with her? Hell yes I did! Not to toot my own horn too severely, but I was a fit, 18 year old stud with a big fat cock. That's what all women wanted, right? In my experience, that was usually all it took to be successful with girls. Mom always gave off the impression that she was constantly aroused. I got the impression it would take a lot to slake her thirst. Arrogantly, I had no doubt my 10 inch cock could do the trick. But, would the fact that I was her son bother her? It would have to. It was craziness. Incestuous crushes didn't happen every day. But she was so clever and so quick on her feet, I wondered if me confessing how badly I wanted to bone her would take her aback, for once. It would have to.

I thought about how to go about confessing. I had to look cool and be confident. Women loved confidence. I was pretty good with girls, so I was hoping the game I ran on them would work on Mom. It got countless teenage girls to spread their legs for me, so the same moves should would work on a sexy MILF goddess like my mom, right? My dad was just about to leave for a month long business trip in a few days, so I figured this was the perfect opportunity for me. If this worked, I could have a month long bone session with my crazy hot mom. I had just turned 18, and my last year of high school was about to start. What better way to celebrate both than to fuck my hot mom?

It was the day before Dad would leave on his trip that I decided to make my move. I didn't sleep the night before. All that went through in my head was what I would say to her. I mean, how do you convince your own mom to bang you? It was madness, but I had talked myself into this being the only option. I backed off my plan multiple times, but the plusses outweighed the minuses. Sure, if she said no, I would be vehemently embarrassed. But if she said yes, I could be driving my fat cock into her tight pussy by the end of the day. I had to give it a shot. I had to know for sure.

She ran errands most of the day and when she got home I was in my room, sitting on my bed, waiting. Dad was still at work, so it was just me and her. I looked at the floor until I sensed her presence in the doorway, then I looked up at her.

"Hey, what's up, baby?" she said, in her breathy voice. God, she was so hot. She had on a pair of tight jeans which molded to her lower half. Her top half consisted of a tight pink blouse, wrapped around her massive tits, displaying their shape to my leering eyes. As usual, her hard nipples were evident. If I had any doubts about doing what I was about to, that outfit erased them. I swallowed deeply and moved on with the plan.

"Can you sit down?" I asked, patting the bed next to me.

"What's wrong?" she said, raising a quizzical eyebrow. I was usually not this serious, so it was no surprise she was slightly worried. As she sat next to me, I watched her tits settle into place as she steadied on my bouncy bed. Her light perfume filled my nostrils. God, that smell always got me rock hard. I sighed deeply then began to speak.

"Mom, I have a confession to make." I started. She looked a little worried.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, nothing." I said with a laugh. She was staring right at me, making me nervous. I looked away. I stood up and wiped my brow. I was already off my game. I had never been this nervous around a girl. But this was no girl. This was a real woman. This was my mother.

I paced around for a second, trying to remember what to say next. I glanced at Mom and noticed she had grabbed a pen on my bed and rolled it through her fingers smoothly as she watched me.

"Um, well, here's the thing..." I started. I looked at her face and she smiled encouragingly. "I... well... for the last few years, I've had this secret. I've been afraid of telling you this, but I can't hold off any longer..."

"Are you gay?" she asked with a giggle. She knew I wasn't gay, and it wasn't like she had an issue with it if I was. She was just trying to cut through the tension.

"No. No, nothing like that." I said with a laugh. "Here's the thing. So, I've had this crush... for years. I tried to hide it, but I can't anymore. So, I have this crush..." I looked right into her eyes. "On you."

There it was. I said it. I told my hot-bodied mom I had a crush on her. I gauged her reaction, hoping to see some sense of agreement. I wanted to see how shocked she would be at this nasty confession I made. She just looked into my eyes, for an agonizing few seconds, trying to understand what I just said. Finally, she looked around the room before glancing at me. I was impatient for her to answer me.

"A crush, huh?" she said. "Is it my boobs?" she asked, glancing down, guiding my eyes to her bulging chest.

"W-What?" I stuttered nervously.

"Well, obviously, it's not like you have a crush on my personality. You have a crush on me because I have really big tits." Mom said.

"Well, it's not just that..." I said.

"Is it my butt then? Or my legs? Or my flat stomach?" she asked coyly.

"It... it's the whole package, really?" I replied, trying to be smooth. She smiled.

"So, it's not love then. It's lust." Mom said.

"I guess." I replied.

"So... you think I'm sexy?" Mom asked girlishly, her hair falling over her eye. God, she looked hot while barely even trying.

"Yes!" I said emphatically. She smiled.

"So, if you had the opportunity, you would... fuck me?" she asked. Hearing her talk like this was making me throb.

"Yes!" I said, desperate.

"Sit down." she said, patting the bed next to her. I obeyed. There was a long pause before she broke the silence.

"Okay, first of all, I want to get this out of the way. We are not going to have sex. You hear me? It's not gonna happen. Ever." Mom said with a laugh. My heart dropped. I nodded, turned away, and looked at my feet. She noticed my disappointment.

"C'mon, Tom, what did you expect?" Mom said. "Did you really expect me to just rip off my clothes and beg you to do me?"

I just looked right at her, communicating my answer.

"Tom, let me say again. It will never happen." she said.

"I got it!" I said angrily.

"Listen. One: You're my son. It's so wrong. It's so nasty. It's so... filthy." she said breathily. It was amazing. Her tone of voice was so breathy and husky. She drew out the words slowly, hotly. If I didn't know any better, I would say she was flirting. And it sounded so hot. It sounded like the nastiness of my request kinda turned her on. But I could be seeing what I wanted to see. Still, my mom telling me she would never fuck me was the hottest thing I had ever heard, just due to the manner she said it. For a second I was filled with a renewed hope.

"Two: I'm happily married. Three: you're just a boy." Mom said, looking down at me, stifling my renewed hope quickly. It was like she was a goddess, and I was a mere mortal. That I hadn't earned the right to even be in consideration to be her fuck partner.

"I'm a man. I'm 18." I said.

"And what kind of experience do you really have?" Mom asked.

"A lot more than you think." I said, looking right at her. Maybe if she knew I was no innocent, naïve boy, she might reconsider.

"Oh, really?" she said with a laugh. "So, you're some incredible stud then, huh? Well, that changes everything." she said sarcastically. "Tell me! Tell your mom all the great adventures you've gone on."

"I, uh, I've been with, like, a bunch of girls in my class... and a few older chicks in the last few years." I stammered.

"Uh huh. Not impressed, honey. It's not hard to bang high school sluts." she replied. "That's not the mark of a great and mighty stud. It's the mark of a boy with no self-control, so he simply samples every meal he can. The mark of a true stud is the amount of girls he could have but chooses not to. A true stud picks his battles. You're just a boy, sweetie." Mom finished, tearing me down harshly.

"Okay, I get the picture." I said, embarrassed beyond words. She smiled warmly at my obvious shame.

"Listen, I get it. I know I'm hot. Like, really hot. I hoped you would be able to ignore it, but apparently, you couldn't. It's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed of. What I mean, when I say you're a boy, is not your level of experience. You're young. Very young. And it's a big world out there. You've been cooped up with me for years, and that's probably why you feel this way. Honey, you're going to college soon and then off on your own life, and when you do, you will meet some girl your own age and you will forget all about me." she said.

"I've felt this way for years. It's not going away." I said. She exhaled deeply. For a second, I had hope that she would at least give me a pity fuck.

"Just forget it, mister. I know I am hot. I know I am sexy. But this..." she said, gesturing her hand over her body, "is off limits. You don't get to see the goods. You're my son. Grown sons shouldn't want to see their mother naked. Listen, I know it sounds tough, but you will move on."

I looked down at the floor and she rubbed my back lovingly.

"Are you gonna tell Dad?" I croaked.

"No. This will stay between us. You're embarrassed enough already." she said with a laugh. "If you ever want to talk about it, it's okay, I'll be here. But I'll say it again, it's not gonna happen." Mom said. I nodded. She leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"I'm gonna start making dinner. Come down whenever you're ready." she said, standing. "I love you." she added, looking down at me.

"I love you too." I said earnestly. She left the room, leaving me to myself.

I was in shock. It wasn't gonna happen. I would never fuck Mom. I was stuck being in the presence of a goddess with a ridiculous body and I could never have her. I wouldn't even get to see the goods. Ever. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I felt so embarrassed and so ashamed. I didn't know how I could show my face to Mom again.

So, that was the time I told my mom I wanted to fuck her. But that was only the beginning of this story. If it had been left at that, I probably would have moved on, mainly due to the shame I felt. And I had heard directly from her. It would never happen. And so at least I had closure. But then something happened that defined our relationship moving forward. Something happened that changed everything between us.

I looked up and saw Mom had stepped into my doorway again. She brought her arm up and leaned against the door. Her shirt pulled up, exposing some of her sexy belly. I looked at her tits, like I tended to do, and I noticed her nipples looked rock hard, harder than I had ever seen them.

"One more thing." she said, with a flirty tone and smile, biting her lip lightly, "It's probably for the best that this isn't gonna happen. Because, the truth is..." she said, before pausing dramatically.

"You couldn't handle me." she said, cupping her tits in her hands and giving them a firm squeeze while licking her lips, before spinning and sashaying away, her butt bouncing with each step.

My jaw dropped, and my cock throbbed. That was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My mom had just flirted hardcore with me. She teased me, sexually. I ripped down my pants, took my hard dick in hand and violently jerked myself with the door wide open, with thoughts of my mother dancing through my head. In 30 seconds flat I came all over myself and collapsed onto the bed. As I caught my breath, her sexy voice echoed through my ears.

"You couldn't handle me."

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Chapter 1: The Tease

I cleaned myself up while running over again and again what just happened. Why would she say that? Why would she flirt with me like that? She said it would never happen. I would never fuck her. But why would she say that afterward? Was she messing with me? Teasing me? Or was she giving me a hint that maybe, just maybe, I had a chance? Knowing her, either choice might be a possibility.

If the answer was a flat no, then she wouldn't say anything like that. That's a fact. So maybe... there was a chance. Maybe she wanted to see how I would react. Maybe she wanted me to chase her. Maybe that wasn't just a tease. Maybe it was an... invitation.

I tentatively made my way to the dinner table, not knowing how Mom would behave. Dad was at the table, having just got home. I gave him a curt greeting before sitting down. Mom appeared moments later, steak in hand. My eyes zoomed to her chest. As she bent over to set the plates down, I could see down her blouse, her bulging boobs pouring out. I followed them as she sat down and they jiggled to a stop. I couldn't help but wonder if her blouse was more unbuttoned than it was before. And as usual her hard nipples were apparent.

"Do you want some milk?" Mom asked. My eyes zoomed to hers, and she looked at me knowingly.

"Huh?" I asked. She smiled.

"Do you want some milk?" she said slowly.

"Uh, yes. I do." I said. She stood again and walked into the kitchen. She returned with the milk jug and walked behind me. She bent over my shoulder, her boobs brushing against my shoulder. I stiffened up in all senses of the word as I watched the milk slosh into the empty glass. Before I knew it, her boobs were gone from my shoulder, but not forgotten. She returned the milk to the kitchen, and as she returned, she spoke to Dad.

"So, Tom told me something interesting." she said, sitting down. I looked at her in pure fear.

"What's that?" Dad said.

"He told me that he would take over lawn duties from you while you're home. He said he could handle that on top of football practice." Mom said. I looked at her through narrow eyes.

"What brought this on?" Dad said happily.

"Uh, well, I just, uh... want to show you guys I am willing to take on extra responsibility." I said.

"What do you want?" he replied.

"Well, a new car would be nice." I said smoothly.

"Keep trying mister." Dad said with a laugh. I glanced at Mom and she gave me an affectionate smile with her eyes. I jumped a bit as I felt her bare foot touch mine, rubbing against mine gently.

"I thought we were having tacos tonight?" Dad said.

"I talked to Tom earlier as soon as I got home." Mom began. I looked at her, confused. "I offered it to him. He wanted... tacos. I wanted... steak. Like, really badly. He could have convinced me to let him have what he wanted, I mean, I know that's what he really wanted. I know it's his favorite but he backed down. And it's a shame. I don't know when I'll feel like offering it up again." she finished, looking at me, making sure I got the message. I stared her down. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? Was she saying I had had a chance with her, and I blew it?

"Ha! Bullshit, Tanya." Dad said. "You're such a softie. You'll probably want to give it to him after the first big game."

"I will not!" Mom said, mock incensed.

"Oh, face it, hon. The minute he comes home sore from the game, you're gonna wanna give him some home cooking." Dad said. Mom smiled brightly at this. "Your mom's such a softie, son. She always gave you what you wanted when you were a kid. I always told her, you gotta teach you a lesson and not spoil you rotten. But she didn't listen." Dad said out loud. I wasn't sure if he was joking around or being serious. He was a good guy, but sometimes he could be a bit dickish with the things he said. "But, what do I know? You turned out great, so maybe you mother giving you everything you wanted made you the fine young man you are now." he added proudly, patting my shoulder, causing me and Mom to both smile. "Starting QB on the varsity team. That's damned impressive."

"Eh, you're probably right. I admit it, babe..." Mom started, looking at me, her foot still against mine, "I don't know much about football, but when I see you on the field, I am always very, very... impressed. I always love going to your games." Mom said.

"So, throw a few touchdowns, son, and she'll give you whatever you want." Dad said with a laugh. I looked at Mom, and she raised her eyebrows, her big toe circling on my foot.

"Maybe." Mom purred out softly, looking right at me. My cock throbbed.

She kept this up while we made boring chit-chat for awhile. My mind was in chaos and I could not think about anything else but Mom's hot body and the teasing she was putting me through. Did I have a chance with her or not?

I couldn't have misjudged her that badly. I mean, just watching her, it was clear she was horny. You could just tell. Her body was pulsing with need. And when I made an offer to alleviate that, for a young stud to give her the pleasure she needed, she easily shooed me away. What had I done wrong?

I was lost in thought as we ate dinner. Finally, Dad excused himself to use the bathroom upstairs. That just left me and Mom, alone.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" she tittered, giggling as she rubbed my foot with hers, driving me wild.

"Why are you... teasing me like this?" I whispered. She giggled again.

"Honey, you confessed a horribly embarrassing secret. I won't tell your father, but I will give you a ton of shit about it." she laughed.