You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 07

The house was dead silent.

Usually, at any given moment, I would hear the buzz of the fridge, or the blowing of the AC, but I literally heard nothing. It was dead silent. I could have been in the deepest cave on Earth with the lack of noise I heard. Something was wrong.

My chest filling with panic, I began to run through the house.

"Hello!" I called out. Nothing. No response. I looked around. The walls were bare. All the pictures of me and Jay and Tom were gone.

"Hello!" I called out, my voice tinged with panic. I ran up to my room, and saw all of Jay's stuff was gone.

"Tom!" I cried out. I ran over to his room, leaned my head in, and gasped. Gone. Everything in there was gone. My heart was racing. What the hell was going on?

Suddenly, a noise. It came from behind me, from outside. It was... a splash. The pool! I bound down the stairs, my normal laid-back attitude disappearing in my panic. I ran over the freshly scrubbed floor and pushed the back door open. And finally, in front of me... a sign of life.

There stood Tom, clearly having just risen from the pool. Water dripped down his half-exposed body. I couldn't help but lick my lips as water dripped from his hair, down his taut neck, across his fit pecs, right in the crease between his abs, dripping ever so slowly down the middle of his six-pack. The little droplet I was watching traveled around his belly button before heading onward, towards its destination, namely his bulging crotch. And it was bulging, the water clinging to his trunks, making it clear that everyone knew of his excessive size down there. He was wearing his orange swim trunks, and the added weight of the water caused his shorts to be weighed down, barely hanging around his hips, getting tantalizingly close to exposing his crotch. He had that yummy triangle of muscles near his waist that pointed down towards his crotch, and it was clear, that with how low his trunks were hanging, he kept his pubic hair well-trimmed.

Next to him stood Carmen. She was wearing a white bikini. She didn't seem the bikini type of girl, so seeing her like this was a new sight. And I had to admit, as much as I hated her, she looked pretty good. She looked slimmer than I thought, her butt looked round, and her boobs were a little larger than I thought. She pressed herself into him, one smooth leg between his legs as she pressed her smooth chest into his hard, manly one and gave him a wet, loving kiss. Then she turned to me, and snaked her hand down his fit stomach, snaking it into his shorts and clearly grabbing his thick meat.

"Oh, ha! Uh, hey Mrs. M." Carmen said with a condescending laugh. Tom looked up, not embarrassed at all that his fiancée had her had on his dick in front of his mother.

"Hey Mom." he said with a cocky smile. Carmen was blatantly stroking him under his trunks.

"Look at what she's wearing." Carmen whispered to him, loud enough for me to hear. "She's so desperate!" she added with a laugh. I looked down. Where before, I was wearing a maroon top and cream colored pants, now, I was wearing a red bikini, but something was wrong. You know, normally, I rocked the shit out of a bikini. But not now. My stomach was rounded, my normally trim, flat belly hidden under a layer of fat. My breasts, normally so perky, hung down, sagging, feeling like they were near my belly button, and they felt like a quarter of the size. My skin looked so dry and disgustingly pale. My trim legs now had extra weight and even some cellulite. I looked over my shoulder, down my back and to my ass, which now sagged. Clearly, its best days were long gone, the dry, bulging skin forcing its way out of my too tight bikini bottoms. I looked back, at the glass window on the black door, and caught my reflection.

Oh my God! What the hell happened to me? My hair looked thin and ratty. I had crow's feet around my eyes, my lips looked dry and flaky, and wrinkles marked the skin of my face. I looked like a twenty year smoker. Instead of looking 10 years younger, like I normally did, I looked 20 years older. What had happened to me? I looked... old. Instead of the vibrant, hot mom, I looked like a middle aged, gross skank. I looked like an old lady who'd had a hard life. I looked like a normal, past her prime, 60 something woman who thought she's still got it but clearly didn't. But I wasn't that woman. I was 42. Wasn't I? I turned back to the smug faces of my son and his girlfriend.

"God, I wonder what she thinks she actually looks like?" Carmen wondered. Ashamed, I tried covering myself with my arms in shame, but with my added weight, it was futile.

For a second, fear hit my heart. I had always fashioned myself as being a fucking babe. Had my mind been playing tricks on me? Had my self-image been that far off? Had I been tricking myself for years, telling myself I was something I wasn't?

Wait... no! Of course not. What the fuck was going on?

"Fuck." Tom sighed, his head falling back in pleasure.

"Don't worry, Mrs. M. I will take good care of your son." Carmen said with a proud smile, her arm pumping clearly, her fist bulging against Tom's trunks rhythmically as she stroked him. "I will be a perfect wife for him. I will take good care of him. He'll be well-fed and well cared for. And trust me, I know what you're gonna say, and you don't have to worry. I will keep your son's balls well drained. I know how moms worry about that, but I wanted to make sure you know that Tom will be cumming all over the place! I know how protective and worried moms can be with their sons when they get married. But you don't have to worry. You can let him go. I'm his mommy now."

"FUCK!" Tom screamed out. His muscles tensed up, and as if they were working in conjunction to force the cum out from deep within his body. With a roar, he exploded. Thanks to the way his trunks clung to his cock, I could see every time his cock bulged and swelled as he fired jet after jet of hot, fresh young cum into his shorts. My son's semen began seeping out of his shorts onto the cement.

"Oh, don't worry, Mrs. M." Carmen called out condescendingly. "I don't think he'll need your help. Haha!" she cackled. As Tom came, he couldn't help but laugh at how funny he found Carmen's statement. At how ludicrous the idea was that he would actually want my help to cum. I had never felt so low, so disgusting.

Then I woke up, my son and his fiancée's laughter resonating in my ears. My husband was next to me, zonked out, and as I looked at the walls, I was relieved to see everything was back in its place on the wall. I lifted the sheets, and thank Christ, my tits were still as huge and perky as ever. My belly was still flat and tight, my legs were smooth and long, and my ass was full and round.

I let my mind come back to reality, and I had to admit, that nightmare had kinda freaked me out. Seeing myself, so weak and pathetic, having my son and his fiancée laughing at me, as I curled up in shame, my body image misguided, my body having fallen victim to the passage of time and a clear lack of discipline on my part. It was definitely a nightmare. Only in a nightmare, a fantasy, could my body look like that. Sure, that was a reality for other women, women like Carmen had to deal with having a fat, disgusting, wreck of a body like that. In reality, my body was real and spectacular. My body was built out of a dream. A good dream.

But luckily, it was not real. My body would never look that bad, my demeanor would never be that meek and defeated, and my son and his girlfriend would never laugh at me. I would make sure they knew exactly what I was capable of. Carmen would never even think of laughing at me. If anything, she would cry.

"Little bitch." I mumbled, turning over, trying to get a restful sleep.

***********

Between spring break and the end of the semester was a bit of a blur. I didn't see Tom at all, he wasn't humoring me or anything like that. I held off on sending over any naughty pictures, trying to come up with a better plan, but I was, admittedly, stumped.

Once the semester was over, Tom made it a point to avoid coming home. He hung with Carmen at her place, and only stopped by when he knew I was gone. Before I knew it, him and Carmen where in Europe, celebrating their engagement by globetrodding across that continent. Carmen's parents were apparently pretty loaded, cause they foot the entire bill. I wasn't giving them anything close to that level of a gift. The only gift I would give Tom was one sizzling fuck, but he wasn't around to claim it.

Part of me was unhappy that I had driven Tom so far away. My innocent, motherly instincts truly felt bad for that. But, as it had been all along, this was a game, and despite his claims, he was always playing.

But I had no idea where he was, and as we entered the summer, and my son was half a world away, I had no plan for how to get him into my bed. The only man in my bed now was my husband. Ugh.

Jay had been traveling less, trying to play the good husband, but honestly, it just irritated me. I had lived for years having that space, being able to do my own thing on my own schedule. And having Jay home more kind of impeded on that. I appreciated the effort, sure, but I had shit to do.

I figured he was worried about the state of our marriage with me on my own. I'm guessing he was worried I would get up to trouble if I was left on my own.

He had no idea.

Jay wanted to take me places every weekend, every chance he got, really. He wanted to keep me busy as much as he could, and keep my attention on him. That was reasonable, I guess, but ultimately futile. I knew how to bulldoze over him and get my way, but he kept trying.

Luckily, I was able to keep busy. For one thing, I had motivation. My drive to seduce Tom kept me at work, either doing yoga, working out, swimming, or going shopping for sexy new clothing. Plus, I actually had work.

My first commercial experience had really been awesome, and I had made a good impression with all the directors and stuff. The first commercial hadn't started airing yet, but they had me film a couple others in the same series of ads, as well as a few others. Plus, they put me in the mix for a movie part, so I auditioned for that. It felt great to be out there and living out my childhood dream. And come to find out, my experience with men served me very well in casting. Flashing a smile, adding a little flirt, showing a bit of cleavage, I had casting guys wanting more of me. So, needless to say, the casting process wasn't a problem for me.

So, that whole thing had me excited, but my focus was on Tom. I bought new clothes, clothes that highlighted my abundant assets. Tops even more low-cut than ever before, just letting my breasts pour out of them. Jeans even tighter and cut so they hung low on my hips, almost low enough to show off my cunt hair. I bought new underwear and lingerie, all luxury stuff. Tiny little thongs and g-strings, matching bras, and other fun goodies. So much money spent on such tiny clothing. Tom had no idea what was coming for him.

The only problem was I needed him back home. I loved Jay, but having him at home all the time was driving me up the wall. He was cramping my style. I was about ready to tell him to take that promotion and travel 300 days a year, just to get him out of my hair. I loved him, but he was trying way too hard, and his intentions were way too obvious. I would at least appreciate any effort to be a little subtle.

And, his efforts at sex were even more infuriating. Normally, he didn't push his luck, but lately, he had been more proactive, initiating the action in bed. I had been a good wife for years and kept my mouth shut, not shutting him down and telling him how bad he was in bed. But the words were now on the tip- of my tongue. But as he drove himself into me, I didn't even bother acting. No fake moans. No cooing. Nothing. I would save the acting for when I was getting paid for it. I just kept myself distracted and let him do his thing. I checked my nails, went over if I needed to get anything at the store, I even checked my phone. When he was finished, I only gave him the faintest of smiles, and as I saw his smile drop, it was clear he sensed my disappointment. But at this point, with twenty years of unfulfilling sex, and the way he had been annoying the fuck out of me lately, I didn't care. I had my eyes set on bigger things. I took some pride that I knew Tom didn't get his sexual skills from his father's side. That was all from me.

The summer dragged on. Tom was out there, with that bitch hogging his dick, no doubt taking great pleasure in riding it all across Europe, while I simmered here, awaiting a pleasure I long deserved. From what I understood, Tom and Carmen would be going straight from the airport to either her house or up to their new apartment, cause their lease started the same day they got back. Tom had done his damndest to avoid our inevitable copulation. I just needed something, some way to get in the middle, to get him back at home so I could work my skills.

I was ready. My body was extra tight and toned. My massive breasts were riding high on my chest, my nipples harder than ever. My ass rode as proud on my backside, riding high and tight. My legs were firm, my hair was freshly styled and perfect.

And, most importantly, I had been super cunty lately. It was awesome. I felt like the old me again. I had kept myself wound so tight that even slightly loosening up was like bliss. I had suppressed these urges for too long. I wasn't really a mom type. Far from it. I was a bitch. Any trace of the innocence I once had was long gone. I was a bitch, and a cunt, and a slut, whatever name you wanted to call me, it was probably apt. I was shedding my motherly façade and being the bitch I was born to be. And it felt great!

I had been super short with Jay lately. Whenever we went out to dinner, I was delightfully bitchy to all the help. And when anyone tried to help me while shopping, I shooed them away. I didn't need any help. Do they know who I am? Do they not see me? No matter what room I was in, I was the hottest bitch in the room. I was the queen bee. No matter how many women were in the room, I knew I was hotter, my hair was better, my ass was rounder, and my tits were way bigger. And that made me better than them. I was more woman than any of them could ever hope to be. Guys wanted to fuck me, and that gave me power over them. It made me better than them, too.

It felt so good to admit all of this. For too long, I had played nice, tried to be humble around others when I knew was better. Well, fuck that shit. I was the top bitch, I get to call the shots. I was the smoking hot, domineering queen bitch I was born to be.

I was Tom's dream woman.

When Tom and me collided again, I would be at the peak of my powers. I had been humbled by Tom, admittedly, but I had been made stronger. Better. I had never been better than I was now. He would see his mom at her best. And when he did, he would forget all about his true love.

I just had to get him in my clutches. I didn't know what to do. Tom had maneuvered himself pretty well, and the fact that I was so powerless pissed me off. I needed something, some help from fate to help me on my noble, incestuous quest. Fate had been so generous to me before. How about one more time?

And luckily for me, fate answered the bell.

It was getting closer to the end of the summer when I got a phone call. Jay had just gotten home, but I still was the first to the phone.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, is this the McGee residence?" a male voice said.

"Yes. Who's this?" I asked.

"Hi, is this, um, Tanya?" he asked.

"Yes. I'll ask again, who's this?" I repeated.

"Oh, sorry. Hi, Tanya, my name is Marco Tanucci. I'm Carmen's father." he began.

"Oh. Hi." I replied.

"Hi. I just talked to, um, Ada, my wife. She just got off the phone with Carmen." he began.

"Is something wrong?" I asked quickly, my motherly instincts taking over.

"Well, yes, but, um, oh... they're fine! Sorry. I don't want you to worry. It's nothing like that." he began.

"Good." I said, "So what is it?"

"Well, they are in Greece right now. They had it planned to be there their last few weeks before heading back home. But, I don't know if you're watching the news, but I guess there is some stuff going on over there. And one of the big things is that the, um, union of airport workers is on strike. So, flights are kind of limited out of there at the moment. Their planned flight got delayed, like, a week or so, and maybe more, and that is not a good thing. Carmen starts med school, and I'm sure classes are starting for your son as well. All the other flights before that are booked pretty full, and everyone has kinda gotten ahead of them on rental cars, so that is pretty booked too, so they can't just drive away to another airport. So, essentially, they're kind of stranded." Marco said.

"You're kidding?" I said.

"Fraid not, Tanya." he began. "I'm trying my best to come up with something, some way to get them out. They're asking around for help from some of the locals, but that's coming up empty. It seems like they're stuck."

"That's not good." I replied.

"No, it's not." he said with a laugh. "Firstly, I just wanted to let you know. Secondly, I wanted to ask if you had any ideas."

"Well, not..." I began, before going silent. My cunning mind was at work, and an idea came to the forefront of my mind. "You know what, I do have an idea."

"Really? What is it?" he asked.

"My husband works for a specialty private planes and stuff like that. He travels all over the place, and he knows people. Let me talk to him and see if he can call in any favors and get someone to pick them up." I suggested.

"That might work." Marco said. "Yeah, let me know if you come up with something."

"Yeah, definitely." I replied with a smile.

"It's funny," he began, "It feels like the old days when, you know, you can't get to the school, and you're calling the other parents, arranging a ride."

"Yeah, definitely." I said with a laugh, too excited with my plan to be bitchy to my son's stupid girlfriend's father.

We parted ways on the phone, and I sauntered into the living room, where Jay was watching a baseball game.

"What's up?" he asked, having heard my side of the conversation.

"Well, that was Carmen's dad. Carmen and Tom are stuck in Greece, and there's some airport strike or something. From what I understand, Carmen has some family issue, so they need to get back here as soon as they can. Flights and rental cars are all booked up, and their planned flight is delayed, so they're stranded. I told him that you knew people, and that maybe you make some calls, call in some favors, and maybe get them back."

"Oh, yeah, definitely." he said, sitting up.

"Well, they need to get back as soon as possible, so do what you can." I told him, knowing there was no time barrier in play here, knowing this was my chance to get my son home, into his mother's arms.

"Yeah. I'll do my best." Tom said.

For the next hour, I watched my husband at work, making calls, putting on his professional voice. Talking to very important people, schmoozing them, flattering them, luring them in so he could ask for help. I had to admit, it was pretty hot. As I watched him at work, I realized, this was his game. He was a salesman. He could schmooze, flatter, and sucker people into a sale, and he was very good at it. His game was business. My game was pleasure.

An hour later, after calling some international VIP's, he eventually arranged for some CEO from Italy to interrupt his flight to New York to land in Greece and pick up Tom and Carmen. Their trip was supposed to end in three weeks before this all happened. Now, it was gonna end in three days, and I don't know how Tom planned to avoid me for that long. I would get him home, I knew that for sure.