You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 07

She wasn't done yet.

Before I could react, before I could move, before I could object, Mom made her move. She backed up so she stood on either side of my outstretched legs, placing the backs of her lower legs against the front edge of the deck chair. Then, she bent over, pointing her brazenly exposed ass at me as she placed put her hands on the arm rests. And then, before I could barely mutter a reply, Mom began to sit down.

It went in slow motion. As she sat, her butt stuck out, and from my angle, I could see each jutting mound of flesh up close. I noticed the way they spread apart as she bent over, the way each cheek seemed so smooth and unblemished, how magnificently ripe and firm each cheek seemed. Her ass didn't waver. It knew right where it was going, and I did too. Before I could raise my hands to stop her, to prevent her from reaching her goal, I realized my throbbing dick was pressed against my body, pointing straight up towards my belly button. And Mom knew that too, because as I felt her weight on my lap, her practically bare ass-crack landed straight on top of my bulging cock, my dick now running the length of my own mother's ass-crack.

"Uhh." I groaned as all of my mother's weight was now pressed on my crotch. Mom leaned back against me, so her back was pressed against my front. She moaned lightly as her head fell back next to mine, her hair falling against my neck. The sensation made me shiver. Mom turned and looked down at me.

"Mmmm, I think I found the perfect seat." Mom purred, swiveling her ass, grinding against me. "Wow, you are big."

"Mom... uh, don't do this. Please get off me." I asked.

"I'm not going anywhere." Mom said. "Not till I get what I want."

"What do you want?" I asked, as she ground her ass against my cock, squeezing her cheeks around it. My hands were up in the air, not knowing what to do with them.

"Look at me, Tom." she insisted. I knew better, I really did. But I couldn't resist. I acted on animal instinct, and looked down.

I really shouldn't have.

I looked down Mom's body, but I realized my view was slightly obstructed. Not by her hair or her arm or anything like that. No, what was blocking my view of the entire expanse of her bikini-clad body was her enormous fucking rack. They had never looked bigger. I swear they seemed as big as fucking volleyballs. They jutted proudly to the sky, the tops of her breasts looking incredibly round and smooth and unblemished. The stretchy, orange material of her bikini top was stretched to the max around her boobs, molding to them, the only blemish along that smooth expanse was the indentation caused by her throbbing nipples. My cock twitched in delight. Mom gasped slightly in my ear, causing me to shiver, before speaking softly.

"You can touch them if you want, Tom." she whispered, still swiveling in my lap. "I know a guy isn't supposed to want to squeeze his mom's great, big breasts, but I give you permission. They look so big... and soft, don't they? I know you want to put your hands on them and really squeeze them, really dig in. You've always wanted to. Well go ahead... do it. It's only a little squeeze. What's the worst that could happen?"

I knew what the worst that could happen was. Me, taking one, lustful touch. Digging my fingers into her giant breasts, feeling her soft flesh pouring through my fingers. Me, squeezing her silky flesh over and over again, driven mad with lust, cheating on my fiancée with my mom, fucking her as hard as humanly possible, forsaking Carmen in the process. I knew what could happen if I slipped up.

"I know they're big." Mom whispered, squeezing her bare ass-cheeks firmly around my barely-clothed shaft. "But it seems like big things run in the family. At least... in my side of the family. Mmmmm, you definitely don't take after your father." she said, squeezing my cock again. "Men have always stared at me. At them. I've seen you staring at them for years. They've always had a way of making men drool. And you could have them, right now. You just take those big, sexy hands of yours and put them on my chest. It's okay. You can touch your own mother's body, Tom. I want you to. You NEED to. They are so much bigger than Carmen's, aren't they? I know how tough it can be being with a girl with such small, pathetic breasts. But now, you can have mine, a pair, of great, big ones. And you'll never need hers again."

"Mom, I..." I croaked out, trying to resist the pleasure as Mom ground into me.

"Face it, Tom. Your old Mom has your girlfriend beat in every way." she began, grinding her ass down into me, putting pressure on the length of my shaft at a steady, rhythmic pace. "I'm hotter, mmmm, yeah. I'm sexier. Fuck, your even bigger than I thought! I have way sexier hair." She said, letting her hair tickle my neck. "I have better legs. A way prettier face. I'm way more fit. Oh, yeah... and with tits and ass, it's pretty obvious I have her beat there, too. And just so you know... mmm, yes... just so you know... just wait... just wait till you feel how tight your mother's cunt is!"

"Jesus!" I muttered, my eyes lidded in pleasure.

"It's time, Tom." Mom told me. "It's time for you to feel me. It's time for you to feel your mom's breasts. When your mom is as hot as me, and has such a big rack, it doesn't matter that she's your mom, you just gotta squeeze 'em, right? No one would hold it against you. I'm sure even your little bitch would understand. They're just so big! So, take those hands and grab hold. Feel them. They're so soft. And smooth. You won't regret it. I promise. Take them in your hands. Feel how big they are. Maybe... peel off my top, see them in the flesh. See how hard my nipples are. Maybe take them between your fingers, and pinch them a little bit. C'mon, Tom. I'm asking nicely." she purred.

Her ass was still doing its magic, grinding against me, flexing her cheeks around my swollen meat, sliding along the length of my prick. My hands rose on their own accord. Mom watched them and noted my shaking fingers, desperate to do what Mom was asking, desperate to feel her up after having spent years dreaming of it, to lose myself in her soft flesh. Mom sensed my struggle and went in for the kill.

"They're so ready to be squeezed. They're desperate for it." Mom urged. "Do you have the guts, Tom? Are you man enough to finally do it? You wasted so many chances before... if you had had the guts. Like that day in the bleachers, after football practice... God, I wanted you to take me then. To feel me up. I was begging for it. Watching you on the football field, watching you dominate your peers... it made my nipples hard. Is that too filthy to admit? If you had done it, if you had been that cocky little shit I knew you were and just put your hands on your mom's breasts... God, I can't describe the things I would done to you. I would have ridden your cock right then and there. And after waiting so long, imagine what I'll do to you this time. You've wasted so many opportunities, Tom. Don't waste another one. You could have me right now if you just have the balls. And I think you do. Trust me, I can feel them." Mom gyrated against my cock, no doubt living up to her word, being able to feel my swollen balls.

My fingers twitched. God, I wanted to touch her. I really did. In that instant, all the months of hard work were thrown down the drain, replaced with the old me, the me that wanted nothing more than to ravish his own mother's luscious body. I didn't want to betray Carmen, but Mom was throwing herself at me, and those massive breasts were beckoning to me, calling my name, exposing my basest animal instincts, the ones that told me to fuck the hottest bitch I could find, which in this case, was Mom. I tried to think of Carmen, and how much I loved her and the good times we had, but Mom's tits were just enormous. And soft. And squishy. My hands craved their softness. I tried to think clearly, but having my own mom grinding her practically bare, thong-clad ass against my throbbing cock was affecting my decision making. I tried to summon every bit of self-control I had, but despite that, my hands began to descend towards her body, as if pulled by gravity. Summoning everything I had, I couldn't prevent my fingertips from making contact with her body.

I planted my hands firmly on her hips.

I held onto her tight, not wanting my hands to be tempted to move away, move upwards towards her jutting rack.

"Mmmm." Mom moaned lightly. She moved her lips forward, planting a kiss on my cheek. "You have the will of a god." she whispered into my ear. "I can't wait till you finally give in. I can't imagine how good it will be."

I was silent, holding onto her tight, not wanting to be tempted by her body. I just needed to hold on, to escape her clutches.

"Well, the fact that you're not gonna have fun doesn't mean I can't have mine." Mom said. With that, Mom moved one of her hands downward, past her mountainous breasts, down her flat belly. I craned my neck up just in time to see her fingers slid under the hem of her bikini bottoms.

"Mmmmmmmm, that's good." Mom sighed. I was shocked again. Mom was touching herself while on top of me! Her fingers bulged from underneath her bikini as she rubbed herself, letting her fingers play with her clit, maybe dipping one or two inside of herself. She kept grinding her ass against me, which kept me stuck in place. If I fought her, if I tried to get up, the added sensation would take me over the edge. I was frozen. I didn't know what to do.

"God, I've needed this all day." Mom moaned out. Mom's busy fingers kept the hem of her bikini bottoms lifted, but I forced my eyes to look away, not wanting to see anything I shouldn't. But I couldn't shield my ears from her. For the next few minutes, all I could hear is her moans, the slight squishing as she fingered her wet cunt, and the filth she spewed from her mouth.

"Fuck, that's it. So good."

"Mmmmmmm, yyyyyyeahhhh!"

"Fuck, it's so nice."

"UGHHH, GOD!"

"It's so hot! The thought of... your ugly bitch girlfriend... far away, and you here, with me. You traveled the world, and in the end, everything you ever wanted was at home."

"I've been so wet since you got back."

"God, you feel so big against my ass!"

"I can feel it throbbing, Tom."

"It wants to cum, Tom. Let it cum. Cum at the same time I do. Come on, son, I'm so close."

She was right. My cock was throbbing with desire. My balls were swollen and I needed to cum badly. It took every fiber in my being to stop myself from ripping off her top and immersing my fingers in her mammoth, fleshy breasts. My boiling balls prevented me from thinking clearly, almost having me considering crossing that line with her, touching my own mother's huge breasts. I kept my body tensed, not moving any part of me, not having the concentration to reply as she badmouthed my fiancée. I had my eyes clenched shut, knowing any added visual stimulation might make me lose control. Mom noticed this and spoke up.

"Open your eyes, Tom. Look at me, look at your sexy mom. Open your eyes, look at my body, and forget about that stupid little cunt you're engaged to. Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Tom, look at me. I'm gonna peel my bikini to the side, show off my sexy little pussy. Look at it, Tom. Take a glimpse. It's so fucking sexy, Tom. You won't believe how gorgeous it is. Take a look at it. Take a look at my cute little landing strip. Look at how close I keep my cunt-hair trimmed. Look at me when I cum, Tom. Look at me when I squirt!" Mom moaned softly into my ear.

I steeled myself. Mom was gonna squirt! God, I wanted to open my eyes and see her. I wanted to see what she was exposing right out in the open in the backyard. I wanted to see the raw sexuality that was my mother squirting as she came in our backyard. But somehow, someway, I kept my eyes shut, my loyalty to Carmen winning out.

"Uhhhh! God! Yes!" Mom moaned, as her fingering became more vigorous. Her warm, fleshy ass was grinding into my crotch roughly, nearly making me lose control. As she writhed on top of me, we both began to work up a good sweat, causing our conjoined flesh to slide against each other. Just the thought of me and Mom, skin-to-skin, our sweaty flesh rubbing against each other, that thought alone made me lose it. But I held on. I resisted the urge to cum.

Mom didn't.

"OH FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM, TOM! I'M GONNA SQUIRT! I'm gonna cum while rubbing my ass against my SON'S HUGE DICK! FUCK YES! YES! YES! FFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK YYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS!" Mom screamed.

I didn't see any of it, but my other senses were assaulted. I felt Mom's body flexing against me, her ass-cheeks tightening around my shaft as she came. I heard Mom's shameless screaming, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear. I also heard Mom's vigorous fingering become wetter and juicier as she began to boil over. I felt Mom give one last, violent jerk as her orgasm hit her. I heard her girl-cum splash onto the cement below us. I felt her movement cause the chair to wiggle as she furiously rubbed herself. I felt her weight fall back onto me, her sweaty, satiated body collapsing onto me. I heard her sigh in my ear as she came down from her high. And I smelled a thrilling scent, a combination of her sweat and girl-cum, the smell sizzling in my nostrils. And through it all, I kept my eyes closed, preventing a full assault on my senses, preventing myself from losing control. As she collapsed onto me, my balls were thankfully still full of cum. I had done it. I had stayed loyal... barely.

"It's been years since I came that hard. Thanks." Mom whispered, kissing my cheek again. "I really needed that. It's a shame you didn't want to join me. We could have had a lot of fun. But, I will give you a parting gift."

As she said this, I kept my eyes closed. I felt Mom's weight shift on top of me, and I was stunned as she rubbed two wet fingers across my closed lips. My eyes were jarred open by this sensation, and it was at that moment that Mom sat up, putting her full weight on my crotch before standing up. My eyes couldn't help but ravage her ass with my eyes as she stood, pointing her practically bare ass at me as she bent over to lift herself, allowing me a primo view of each ripe cheek as they jutted out at me. And as she stood, her cheeks spread ever so slightly, allowing me to see the full length of the tiny string threading between her ass-cheeks, and almost... almost... letting me see my mom's no-doubt luscious asshole. But as she stood up straight, her ass-cheeks jiggled into place, pressing together lusciously, the flesh once again hiding the contents in-between. I couldn't help but lick my lips.

And then I remembered what Mom had done before standing up. And as I tasted what she had left there, I shivered. Yes, it was her girl-cum. My own mother had wiped her girl-cum across my lips. Her flavor was now in my mouth, on my tongue. And I wished I could say it tasted bad, that I was disgusted by what she had done. But I couldn't.

Mom's juices tasted incredible.

Simply incredible, the best I had ever tasted. Better than Carmen. Better that Ms. Graham. My tongue craved more of her rich, flavorful juices. I shuddered as I tasted it.

Mom looked back at me, over her shoulder, her lips curling wickedly. She saw me tasting her, she saw me shudder, she saw everything. I had never felt so exposed in front of her. She looked down at my cock, barely covered by the thin material of my trunks. She shook her head.

"Tsk, tsk. Shame." Mom chastised. "I'll give it to you, Tom. I thought you were always BS'ing me, but I'll give you credit. You're huge. It's a shame it's being wasted on a stupid young girl like your ugly girlfriend, when it's meant for... no, when it's built for... a real woman like me. That cock is meant for your mother's cunt, and no other. Once we fuck, and Tom, we will fuck, but... once we fuck, you will forget her name. You'll only want me. You will worship the ground I walk on. You will be your mother's personal, private boy toy. Every single fucking drop of cum that you're saving for her... it's all destined for me. You know it. I know it. Face it, Tom. I know who you are. Carmen hasn't seen it, but I have. You're mother knows the true you. And no one could handle the guy you really are, that guy you've buried deep inside, except for me. Now... go take care of that, Tom." she said, glancing at my bulging cock. "I'm sure that's awfully... uncomfortable. And good luck not thinking about this." Mom said, slapping her ass-cheek, causing it to jiggle again. Finally, confidently, Mom sauntered away towards the house, leaving me alone at last.

I sat up straight and let my head fall into my hands. What the fuck had just happened to me? Mom had stepped this game up big time. She had taken this to another level entirely. Mom had let me see her ass in a thong. Mom had sat on my cock, rubbed her ass against me, then fingered herself to a squirting orgasm on top of me, her own son. I didn't want this. I didn't ask for it, or invite it in any way. But that didn't mean I didn't enjoy it. I could feel my dick bulging between my legs, and it felt harder than it had ever felt before. My cock was like concrete.

I suddenly felt horrible. I shouldn't have let things get this far. I shouldn't have let her get on my lap. I should have fought her off. I shouldn't have let Mom reduce me to a frozen jangle of overstimulated nerves. I should have fought harder for Carmen.

Mom had won this battle, but she hadn't conquered me completely. I didn't cum, and I didn't fully betray Carmen. My feelings for Carmen were as strong as ever. I didn't want to cheat on her. Not at all. If Carmen knew that another woman had sat in my lap, rubbed against my cock, and came on top of me, she would have slapped me in the face and probably dumped me. Now, if she knew that woman was my mom, I didn't know how Carmen would react. But, no doubt, she would be heartbroken. And that thought alone drove me on, to try to make sure I didn't let Mom win, that I didn't betray her, just so I didn't have to see her heartbroken. That thought alone, the thought of making the girl I loved cry and sob... that thought sounded more revolting to me than any of the things Mom was trying to make me do. I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't let myself slip for one second. I had to be strong. I had to endure.

The problem was I was still throbbing hard. My body was dry of water, so I could easily go inside and change, but I had to solve this issue immediately. Sighing, I had no choice but to jump back into the pool, hoping the cool waters would soothe the fires within.

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I realized I had to be more vigilant. More guarded. I couldn't give Mom any moments of weakness on my part. No more dozing off in the backyard. Nothing like that. I made sure to lock my door whenever I went in my room, and I made sure I knew where she was at all times. I couldn't allow her a single moment where I was vulnerable. I was becoming a bit twitchy. I had to be guarded.

But the problem was, it was really hard. Not only the struggle to withstand Mom's sexual barrage, but my throbbing dick as well.

Mom's body kept me charged up, day after day. She had definitely made a dent in my defenses. I was at the very least semi-hard at all times. I couldn't control it. It was my deep, dark, animal brain at work. My instincts didn't care that she was my mom. My dick certainly didn't care. My mind saw was that this was a gorgeous creature who oozed sexuality from every pore. She was a stunning creature, with a full round ass and massive, succulent breasts. She was built to appeal to men. But she was my mom. I knew that, but my deep, dark lizard brain saw that this was an older woman, a mother, who had proven herself not only to be fertile, by virtue of being a mom, but to also clearly be gagging for it. Obviously, with the context of our relationship, that possibility is out of the question. But my dick didn't care. It knew a viable vessel for breeding when it saw one, and on instinct alone, it reacted. Mom was right about that. Although my mind was holding the leash, the dog was barking. And not only barking, it was slobbering all over itself.