Literotic asexstories – No Patience for High Standards Pt. 01 by TheTalkMan,TheTalkMan (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author’s consent. This one is a little bit different than my normal fare, as it’s not really a cheating themed story. This is a straight-up, classic, big-boobed Mom and studly son having hot, sweaty, naked sex type of story. If stuff like that isn’t your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn’t bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
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Rachel DeAngelo strummed her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as traffic was at a standstill. All she wanted was to get home, get out of these heels, and have a glass of wine. But, like all simple things recently, it couldn’t be easy.
Nothing seemed to come easy for her these days.
By all accounts, Rachel seemingly had it all, to the point where her peers all wished they could be her. Firstly, she was absolutely stunning. Not only was the 44-year-old incredibly attractive for a woman her age, but she was also incredibly attractive period. The creamy-skinned blonde was one of those women who somehow got hotter as they got older. Not only looks-wise, as she was just insanely sexy, but her body was out of this world. A trim waist, a flat belly. A juicy ass that stood out in whatever she wore, and legs so firm and taut that they were almost enough to steal attention away from her absolutely enormous breasts. Her boobs were huge, firm, smooth, and undeniably perfect. Double-G tits on a body like hers would almost be enough to make all the women around her hate her, but it was her biting wit, sarcasm, and take-no-shit attitude that made her appeal indisputable, earning a grudging respect from those other women, even as men slobbered over her.
In addition to how gorgeous she was, she was successful too. She was one of the preeminent real estate agents in her area. She’d sold homes to the rich and famous, athletes, actors, millionaires and other prominent figures. She was widely regarded as the best around. She was professional, detailed, and magnetic, especially when she really turned on the charm. She made an incredible amount of money, and by all accounts, she was a huge success.
So why did every other aspect of her life feel like a trainwreck?
It started a few years prior with the divorce. She’d been married for half of her life to Jim, her high school sweetheart. They were inseparable in the early stages of their courtship. He was so kind and sweet and caring, and by the time she graduated high school she was imagining spending the rest of her life with him. They got married just after college, and life seemed right on track. Her professional career rose as she entered the real estate business, as did Jim’s career in programming, him getting a really good job out of college. Together, they had a son named Jason, and they raised him as best as they could while their careers flourished. He was turning out great: an awesome young man, a stellar student, he was seemingly all they could ask for as a son. All seemed to be going right on track.
Then, a few years ago, Jim changed. He started going down a bunch of weird internet rabbit holes of conspiracies, government corruption, secret cabals, blah blah blah. He said he wasn’t taking it too seriously… it was all in good fun! But it became clear his interest in such matters was only getting deeper as time went on, and any humor about such wild subjects was erased and replaced by a dead serious belief in the crazy material he was exploring. This led to screaming matches, and debates about some of the stupidest shit, stuff that Rachel couldn’t believe they were even talking about. As time went on, and these kinds of interactions became commonplace; it became clear that he’d become a different person than the man she fell in love with. Rachel had little tolerance for this kind of bullshit from him, especially knowing how kind and easygoing he used to be, so she filed for divorce. Both made good money, but she had better connections, allowing her to get much better lawyers than Jim did. She got the house, sole custody of Jason, and the majority slice of their combined wealth. Jim ranted and raved about the whole thing, blaming everyone but himself for his lot in life. Last Rachel heard, he was living halfway across the country, and he’d been photographed screaming about God-knows-what in front of some government building, so she didn’t regret cutting him loose.
But this was merely the first speedbump in what had been an otherwise gilded life. And it was the first indicator that things were about to stop being so easy for her.
Her major source of stress was rooted in being back on the dating scene. Realizing quickly that she’d been married for so long that being with someone was her normal, she started dating again very quickly after her divorce. Working in the circles she did, she’d accrued a fair number of admirers and plenty of connections in many different spheres, so she thought that this part would be easy. She’d never had issues getting dates in her younger days, and even though it had been a few decades since she’d been single, she didn’t expect any speedbumps.
In fact, it was nothing but headaches.
Those admirers that she’d met through her work, the ones she’d shared flirty banter with when she was married… getting to actually know them in a more personal manner immediately sent up red flags. She’d had men who viewed her as a trophy to be collected. She’d had men who were more interested in themselves rather than her. She’d had men whose success and wealth hid the fact that they had zero personality, or that they were maniacs obsessed with consuming and collecting more money or more things in an attempt to fill the hole inside them. And some were, quite frankly, just in it to fuck her. And honestly, she almost respected that attitude the most, as it cut out a lot of the bullshit that these other men adorned themselves with. That being said, she just couldn’t let herself give in to men like that. She was proud of the professional, mature woman she’d become, and she wasn’t about to lower herself just to surrender to some pig-headed scumbag.
Even with all these speedbumps in her dating life, she’d been in a few relationships since her divorce. Nothing too long lasting, unfortunately. Alas, the phrase, ‘all the good ones are taken’ seemed to hit home. She ended up dating men who were in the same position as her: divorced with kids. Sometimes it was nice to be with someone who could empathize with her plight, but often, the baggage and history became too much of an issue. She ended up dating some men who were older than her, and while those relationships were usually nice… she just couldn’t get over dating an ‘old guy.’ She just kept imagining them keeling over in the bedroom one day… it was an image she couldn’t quite shake.
While she was seeking out a new man for that love and companionship that she missed since she stopped being in love with her husband, what became a far more pressing matter was that Rachel really, REALLY needed some hot sweaty sex. It had been years, way before her divorce, that the older blonde got the type of action she needed. And even then, Jim never exactly rocked her world. He was quite good, but in truth it was never enough. As she went on more dates, she slowly became less motivated by companionship and by a far more driving need to get FUCKED! This driving need became far more pressing, eroding at her standards, but none of the men she shared a bed with during that period could come close to slaking her hunger.
So as time went on, the gorgeous, mature, hot-bodied blonde got more and more sexually frustrated. She had some nice, big toys that performed better than a lot of the men she’d been with, but these merely acted as a pressure relief rather than giving her any sense of long-lasting satisfaction. Her sexual frustration began to affect her daily demeanor, making her impatient and easy to anger. She could still turn on the charm for her clients, but when she was back at the office with her coworkers, she wasn’t always the most enjoyable person to be around.
She tried to vent her frustrations. She’d begun going to the gym, trying to burn off all that bubbling tension. She was in the best shape of her goddamn life at this point, but any euphoria gained from such success barely put a dent in her stress levels.
Whenever she slowed down, she couldn’t escape her own thoughts and desires, the all-consuming need would bubble up from within, making her boil. So, here now, being stuck in traffic, with no distractions… yeah, it only compounded her annoyance and frustration. She tried blasting music. She tried toying with her phone. Her fingers strummed on the steering wheel, trying to distract herself, but her mind was only thinking of one thing. She couldn’t help but look back at what had led her to this point. Her divorce, which led to her dating again, which led to her current state of sexual frustration… and that was just one of the biggest points of stress.
The other point of frustration was Jason. But she was not about to get into that right now.
About half an hour later, she pulled her SUV into the driveway of her large house, driving in a little too fast before coming to a sharp stop. Stepping out of the driver’s door impatiently and slamming the door shut behind her, she was grateful for the afternoon breeze to cool the worst of her impatience. Her heels clicked on the concrete as she went to grab the bags of groceries from the back. As she did, she heard her name being called out.
“Hey!” a woman’s voice said. Turning to look, she saw her neighbor Carmella approaching. Exhaling, Rachel put on a smile, responding to her friend.
“Hey, Carmella!” Rachel replied politely. Carmella was a friend, in truth. They had a lot in common. They were about the same age, each had a son, and up to a few years prior, both were married. Carmella was still married… to a dope but a friendly dope named Bobby who worked in tech sales. Rachel didn’t get what Carmella saw in him, as he was a chubby, balding, pale ball of dough, but Carmella clearly loved him. And again, he was altogether fun to be around… hey, their marriage lasted longer than Rachel’s, so who was she to judge?
Carmella was quite attractive. A sporty, pretty, fun-loving brunette, she was fairly popular around the neighborhood. She was friendly, and funny, and easy to get along with. She was probably a better friend to Rachel than the blonde was to her, but Carmella was patient in a way Rachel could never be. Rachel didn’t always have the patience to be the best friend to the other woman, but Carmella always seemed to understand. Carmella lived a far less stressful life; she was a stay-at-home mom when her son was younger and now ran a yoga studio with a few friends that was doing rather well.
Rachel and Carmella ran in a lot of the same mom-circles when their boys were younger, even if Carmella’s son was a little younger than Jason. They were neighbors first, then they became friends. They lived in a pretty ritzy neighborhood with lots of big houses and very successful people… Carmella was the one of the few women who lived here who could be considered a peer. And despite being so different, they’d stayed friends for almost ten years now.
“Let me help you!” Carmella offered, grabbing a couple bags of groceries, saving Rachel a trip. Not always one to accept help, she was too stressed out to turn her friend down.
“Thank you,” she relented. With all the bags unloaded, Rachel shut the back hatch and locked the car.
“Shouldn’t Jason be out here helping you?” Carmella asked. Rachel gave her a withering look.
“God knows what he’s getting up to in there…” Rachel warned, suddenly slightly nervous to bring her friend inside. But it was too late to turn her away politely, so she crossed her fingers inwardly as she led Carmella inside.
Luckily, the house was relatively quiet. They could hear some music playing from the backyard, but Rachel knew it could be worse, so she took the small victory. Reaching the kitchen to set down the bags on the big marble counter, the blonde mom only had a moment to smile at her friend before the other occupant of the house made his presence known.
“Hey Mom! Hey Mrs. S!” Jason called out. Striding towards the stairs, the 20-year-old had clearly come in from the pool. Walking in shirtless, wearing nothing but his damp trunks, he had a towel slung over his shoulders as he walked barefoot across the tile flooring. The tall, fit, well-built young man still had beads of water coating his tanned torso, following the contours of his sculpted musculature. He worked out every day, giving him a very well-defined body which he took every opportunity to show off. His handsome face had a grin, his shaggy brown hair still wet from the pool.
“Hey Jason!” Carmella replied, grinning, amused but nonetheless impressed by Jason’s little showcase.
“Hi Jason…” Rachel said in an acidic tone, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Jason stopped at the edge of the kitchen and looked at his mom, grinning and pointing at her. “Is that a new outfit? It looks good!” She did look good. The black suit, knee-length skirt, and shiny purple button-up top did a good job highlighting her impressive body without overdoing it. And indeed, it was a new outfit. But she wasn’t about to give Jason the credit of being right.
“Oh!” Carmella said, giving Rachel an impressed smile at how polite Jason was being. Rachel barely acknowledged this, focusing on putting away the groceries.
“I gotta go shower…” he added with a coy half-smile, nodding at Carmella before confidently continuing his walk, striding up the stairs and out of sight. Carmella watched him go before turning back to face Rachel, still impressed by what just happened.
“My son has never acknowledged any outfit I’ve ever worn in my life!” Carmella said with a laugh. “You’ve done a good job with that one.” She’d always viewed Rachel’s son with affection, as he was friendly, confident, and charming to a fault. He’d always been ever respectful to Carmella and other people in the neighborhood, but with enough of a knowing glint in his eye to let you know he knew what he was doing and wasn’t merely a goody two shoes. As some of his peers got into trouble, Jason seemed to keep things squeaky clean, so Carmella imagined raising him would have been a breeze. She glanced over at Rachel as she finally looked up to give her friend an unamused, withering look.
“Don’t encourage him…” Rachel said, her annoyance with her son bubbling to the surface.
“What?” Carmella replied, smiling and genuinely confused. “What’s the problem?”
“It’s… it’s nothing,” Rachel replied, not looking up as she continued packing away the groceries. She’d never talked to anyone about the subject at the front of her mind thanks to this interaction, but she was half tempted to do so just so she could vent about it to someone.
“C’mon… what is it?” Carmella added, picking at the scab, intrigued by this strange reaction on Rachel’s part.
“Don’t worry about it,” Rachel said, angrily balling up some trash and throwing it away.
“I’m just gonna keep poking at you until you talk, you know how tenacious I can be,” Carmella said, unrelenting. Finally, ready to burst, Rachel stood up straight, turned to face her friend, giving her an angry look as she replied.
“I told you not to encourage him for a very good reason…” Rachel began. “Because Jason has been trying to get in my pants for years now.”
It was the first time she’d ever told anyone about this. The first time she shared the other main stress point in her life that had really been spinning her mind in circles the last few years.
Carmella, understandably, was completely taken aback. Unsure of what she’d heard, she spoke up.
“Wait… what?” Carmella replied, her smile replaced by an expression of shock. Rachel smiled in pained confirmation, nodding as she did so.
“I said my son has been trying to talk me in to having sex with him for a few years now!” Rachel announced, the shower from upstairs announcing they weren’t gonna get caught anytime soon. There was a long pause after this statement as the other mom took this in.
“You’re kidding?” Carmella said, eyes wide, clearly gob smacked. Rachel shook her head.
“Nope!” Rachel announced, grabbing a bottle from the fridge and angrily swigging some cool water. “I wish I was joking.”
“Are you sure?” Carmella replied, still baffled by all this. Rachel rolled her eyes.
“I know what you think… he seems so handsome and charming. Everyone likes him. Everything goes his way! He’s got girls crawling all over him.” Rachel said, her annoyances with her son boiling over. “But I know him better than anyone. He does shit like… little comments. Flirting and teasing, I can’t fucking deal with it anymore. And you might think… ‘oh, maybe she’s misunderstanding!’ Maybe I’m reading too much into things. But no, he’s outright offered to do me. And in his mind, he’s offering me a service. Now that I’m single, he’s doing me a favor. He has nobly and without any selfish reasons whatsoever offered himself to me for whatever I need. To vent all my sexual frustration on him. My own son…”
“I don’t believe this,” Carmella replied, absolutely baffled by this revelation. Jason seemed like such a well-behaved young man. Rachel nodded.
“I don’t know where this all comes from,” Rachel replied, shaking her head, taking another swig of her water. “I don’t know if he watched too much ‘Game of Thrones’ and thought, ‘Oh, hey… incest! That’s a great idea. That’s the cool new thing.’ I’m sure it’s partially because he feels like he needs to be the man of the house after I booted his father out…”
“I mean, he kind of is the man of the house…” Carmella replied. Rachel rolled her eyes again even as Carmella struck a nerve.
“He’s NOT the man of the house…” Rachel said dismissively, shaking her head, making this statement firmly as if it was a sticking point for her. “Just because some big tech company paid him off for some dumb program he farted out. And that he somehow convinced them to give him a job that he can do from here at home. And that he got lucky with a few investments, so combined with his salary he makes even more money than I do! All he does all day is just noodle around on his computer and touch himself, that does not impress me. It’s my name on this house, not his. This isn’t his house, and I’m not his, and he hasn’t earned the right to have me, for so many reasons. But the biggest… it’s incest! I’m his mom!”
“Wow…” Carmella said, still marveling at the whole thing, her mind racing. “I didn’t even know that was, like… a thing people actually wanted to do. I’ve never even thought about anything like that…” she said wistfully, looking away, her mind flooded with rushing thoughts. This was certainly a subject that had never come up with the other neighborhood moms.
“Well, I’ve had to deal with it damn near every day,” Rachel announced, letting her friend in on the big chasm between her and her son that had forever altered their relationship, raising the tension between them these last few years.
“Have you thought about, like, um… having him talk to someone about this?” Carmella asked. Rachel let out an amused laugh, shaking her head.
“I don’t need to bring in some therapist into all this… mess,” Rachel stated, gesturing all around her. “Besides… Jason… I don’t need a doctor to diagnose him. He is many things, but he is not a mystery to me. That fucking boy has lived the most charmed fucking existence possible… everything has just come so fucking easy to him. With sports. With money. With girls. He gobbles up all these little sluts his own age… I hear them all the damn time, moaning and squealing with their little high pitch screams. ‘Yes! Yes! You’re the best! You’re so big!’ He thinks he’s God’s fucking gift! That’s why he wants me! Because I’m the only woman who’ll actually say no to him. The only woman he can’t win over. The only woman he knows he can’t have…”
“I can think of a few other reasons he wants you,” Carmella replied knowingly, glancing down at the beautiful blonde’s massive bust. Even as a straight woman, Carmella had to admit… boobs like that were undeniable.
“Just don’t,” Rachel said, looking away and shaking her head.
“Face it, Rachel. You’re hot!” Carmella said with a laugh. Rachel was undeniably a 10 out of 10… no, that wasn’t good enough. A 100 out of 10! She was that much of a goddess. “Imagine living in a house with a babe like you… I almost can’t blame him!” She said this half-joking, but half-serious. Rachel was on another level of sexy… even though this was all so sudden and new to her, Carmella could squint her eyes and almost understand where Jason’s desire was coming from just by being in Rachel’s presence.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Rachel said, unamused with this whole line of discussion.
“I mean… if you’re gonna end up in a situation like this, it could be worse. For both of you,” Carmella replied, remarking on the uncommon attractiveness of both the mother and son in this scenario. Jason… sure he was young enough to be her son, but he was very cute. And very well-built. You’d have to be blind not to notice. No doubt Rachel had…
“Oh, okay,” Rachel began, angry, poised to be shot out of a cannon. “Am I supposed to be totally cool with the fact that my own son wants to fuck my brains out? That he wants to use my tits as target practice? That he… what was it… oh, that he wants to feast on my juicy cake? Or clap my cheeks? Or that he is confident that he could make me gush like a geyser! Should I be cool with the fact that he joked about taking me over his knee and spanking my ass until I called him Daddy? Or that he wants to coat my face with so much of his… stuff… that I can’t open my eyelids?”
“Did he really say all that?” Carmella inquired, unable to imagine the ever-polite, boyishly handsome Jason speaking such filth, the contrast sending an odd thrill through her. Rachel paused for a moment, not expecting to be questioned on this.
“Well… most of it,” Rachel replied, shrugging. “But the other stuff… that’s the spirit of what he’s said to me.”
“So, why not, like… kick him out?” Carmella wondered, asking the very logical response to all this. Rachel rolled her eyes. Taking a breath, she answered.
“Okay, just imagine how fucking crazy Jim got that the environment he created was so much worse than the one my son created by offering to fuck me,” Rachel stated. Carmella kept looking at the blonde, as she hadn’t answered the question. Exhaling in annoyance, she finally did so. “Look… I can handle Jason just fine. Because what he wants will never happen. He’s never pushed past my denials, although he’s gone far up to the line. But… he does shit around here. He holds up his end of the bargain, even if he does offer his own mother sex, so I put up with it. I put up with his unsubtle flirting. I have to listen to him screwing every little slut in town. I can handle all that. I’d rather deal with all that than be an empty nester and be completely alone!” The gorgeous, acerbic blonde betrayed the smallest sense of emotion beneath her tough exterior, but she pushed past it quickly. “It’s not that big of a deal. It can just be really, really annoying after a long, pain-in-the-ass day to come home and have my own son shamelessly hitting on me.”
“Can’t he afford his own place, by this point?” Carmella inquired.
“Oh, totally,” Rachel stated. “Even with the housing market as it is, he can probably afford a nice big house with all the creature comforts he needs. But he’s never once pursued it. Probably partly because of this…” she paused, gesturing with her hands, referring to the weird dynamic between herself and Jason. Carmella nodded in understanding. “But I think he just likes having someone to do his laundry,” Rachel stated with a wry grin.
Carmella had a million more questions, and she debated whether to push at her stressed-out blonde friend more about the subject, before opting not to push it.
“Okay…” Carmella said, backing down, pausing. “So, how’s the dating scene going?” The poisonous look the blonde gave Carmella was somehow filled with more venom at this subject than the previous one.
“Oh, okay… should I tell you about the guy who spent our entire dinner staring at my chest?” Rachel began. “Or the guy who couldn’t stop talking about how much he liked my high heels? Or this former basketball player who seemed really awesome until he tried to convert me to some religion by going on and on about how a sexless relationship is the truest relationship possible, and that anyone that wants sex is going to hell? Or how about the guy who seemed perfectly normal and downright doable till he spent 20 minutes at the end of our meal talking about his shitty Youtube channel? He showed me a video on there, of him complaining for an hour about something some cartoon did, and it was so embarrassing that it almost made my vagina suck in on itself. And that was the best date I’ve been on in the past year!” she announced, making both of them laugh. “I seriously can’t give it away!” Carmella was about to make a joke about the perfectly viable stud living under Rachel’s roof, but now that the blonde was in a better mood, Carmella opted not to push her luck.
“So, it’s not going well then?” Carmella asked with a grin.
“That would be putting it kindly,” Rachel began. “I’ve tried mixing it up. I’ve dated men a little bit younger than me, and a little bit older than me. I dated this one guy… about ten years older than me… really good looking. A total silver fox. Seemed smart and successful, a surgeon. But we started talking about his work, and the way he spoke about, like… the blood and gore of it all… it was like he got a sick thrill out of it. So, I didn’t go home with him because it felt like if I did there was a nonzero chance I’d end up chopped up into little pieces.” Carmella winced at this, agreeing that she dodged a bullet. “I tried dating this finance guy a few years younger than me, and he was so slimy it made my skin crawl. And it’s a shame, because he was REALLY hot. Even though I’m pretty fucking desperate at this point, I’m not that desperate.”
Carmella nodded at this.
“I’ve dated white dudes, black dudes, Asian, Latino, tall, short, damn near all types of men. I’m also ready to give up on men altogether,” Rachel stated.
“Women, then?” Carmella joked. Rachel smirked.
“Getting damn close to that point, because I can’t have much worse luck,” Rachel stated. She looked over at her friend. “How about it? Wanna go on a date with me?”
“Fraid I can’t,” Carmella said, grinning. “I like dick too much.”
“Me too…” Rachel relented, exhaling and shaking her head, lost in thought for a moment. “I swear to God, I have an itch, like… nine or so inches deep in my vagina, and at this rate, it’s never gonna get scratched,” Rachel said.
Carmella was about to ask if there were any prospects when she heard the heavy footsteps of who could only be Jason descending the stairs. Now cleaned up and put together, he looked great. His great head of brown hair combed and styled perfectly. His intelligent eyes bright and twinkling. His mouth turned up in an amused expression as he approached the two women. He had a great tan as well, the sun agreeing with him perfectly. And his simple outfit, a thin grey t-shirt, some comfortable but stylish shorts, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet showed the easy languid comfort of his demeanor while flattering his fit athletic form.
Carmella looked at the young man with new eyes. According to Rachel, this calm, confident, composed exterior hid a wolfish side. This handsome, masculine young man had wicked desires for his own mother, and he was confident enough to let her know it. The neighbor lady had always thought highly of Rachel’s son, but this additional information added a bit of texture to his squeaky-clean image that, frankly, kinda made him hotter. Even though what he wanted… incest with his own mom… was basically insane, the fact that it was someone as handsome and mature as him who wanted it from his gorgeous, sexy mother somehow made it more palatable. As strange as it sounded, his appeal somehow went up in Carmella’s eyes upon learning that he wanted to have hot nasty sex with his own mom.
“Hey, Jason!” Carmella said with an amused, knowing grin. Rachel eyed her and shook her head, annoyed that she was being so friendly even after learning about the turmoil he’d been putting his mom through.
“Hey, Mrs. S!” he greeted her again, his eyes betraying the fact that he was analyzing the knowing tone of her voice, perhaps realizing that his mother had discussed what he’d been attempting with her. Carmella shivered at being understood so nakedly. She looked away from the young man, suddenly nervous in his presence. Luckily, he turned his attention to his mom.
“I thought you were gonna be home an hour ago?” he questioned his mom curiously. Knowing Rachel’s mood, Carmella looked right at the blonde, waiting for an acidic response to this kind of question. And she did not disappoint.
“I do not live by your schedule, Jason,” Rachel stated with some bite. “I get home when I can. The world doesn’t exist by your timetable. Traffic doesn’t obey your schedule.” She said, keeping things polite enough with company around, but just barely. Jason held up his hands, asking for mercy.
“I meant no offense,” he said with a casual tone, his mom’s response not getting a rise out of him. “We were doing steaks tonight, and you said you’d be home at 5:30, so I was getting the grill prepped and ready for then. I got so bored I just jumped in the pool.” Rachel winced, realizing that this was a plan they’d agreed upon earlier, but she wasn’t about to back down now. Opening the fridge and grabbing a freshly purchased tray of raw meat, she slammed it down on the counter in front of him.
“Feel free to get started,” she said, grinning poisonously at him.
“Okay,” he said with a laugh, clearly amused by her annoyance, knowing the source of it. Unaffected, he grabbed the tray, and a few spices off the counter and began striding casually towards the back. “You sticking around, Mrs. S? I’ll throw one on for you. I cook a mean steak.” Carmella glanced at Rachel.
“He actually does…” Rachel relented despite herself. Steak sounding good, she nonetheless didn’t want to get in the middle of all this tension between them, so she had to pass.
“No, I’ve got plans at home for the fam,” Carmella stated.
“Okay. Maybe next time!” Jason called out, eying her one last time before turning away, pulling open the sliding glass door and stepping outside again. He closed the door behind him, leaving the two women alone again. At this moment, Rachel and Carmella shared a glance.
“You see, that’s what he does!” Rachel stated. “Needle you just a little bit, while having enough of a defense to still claim innocence. He just knows how to get away with everything and live without a care in the world! You can’t pin him down. His life is so easy. It’s really fucking annoying!” Rachel rubbed her eyes, as if this discussion regarding her son was giving her a migraine.
“Does he have a girlfriend?” Carmella asked. “Maybe he needs to vent his needs somewhere more appropriate.” Rachel smirked and looked up, shaking her head.
“That boy has no trouble there,” she said with a laugh. “He’s had plenty of opportunities to… ‘vent’… all over the place. He just has to snap his fingers and some pretty young thing will be by his side. I send him out to get groceries, and he’ll come back with a phone number. We go out to dinner; the waitress makes gooey eyes at him. He goes out for a jog; he comes back with a girl. He could go out for the most innocuous reason possible, and somehow it always ends with him getting laid. And half the time, I’m the one that has to hear it. All he has to do is turn a corner, and he ends up in some little slut’s vagina. That boy stumbles into more action than most men get in a lifetime.”
“What kind of girls does he like?” Carmella asked.
“Oh, girls of all types…” Rachel stated, shaking her head and taking another sip of her water. “Blondes, brunettes, redheads. All races, creeds, whatever. I don’t keep track…” ‘Clearly,’ Carmella thought to herself. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered by his attention, or not special in the slightest.” She took a long sip of her drink before continuing. “They’re all gorgeous and sexy, I guess,” Rachel relented angrily. “Some are slim and athletic, some have curves. Some seem reasonably intelligent, and some seem impressively stupid. Like, I marvel that some of these girls can live a normal life with how dumb they are. With some of the girls, it’s clear he’s only in it for their booty, but some of his girls have tiny little shapeless butts. Some of those girls have pretty good sets of tits, and some of them are rather… flat…” she said, nose upturned in a lack of empathy, speaking quietly as if afraid the girls she was referring to would hear such a slur. “I guess most of them are pretty busty, though, come to think of it…”
“Any as big yours?” Carmella couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“No, not even close,” Rachel replied quickly, not thinking twice as she continued speaking, not acknowledging the fact that she had very decisively confirmed that she was comparing these girls her son was fucking with herself, boasting emphatically that none of them measured up to her. “He mostly hooks up with girls his own age, but some have been a few years older than him. Not old enough to be his mother, but old enough to know better. But yeah… there’s no real pattern. I can’t figure it out…” she stated, unwittingly implying that she put a lot of thought into this subject.
“Sounds like he just likes fuckin’…” Carmella stated bluntly.
“I guess…” Rachel said, shaking her head, looking away, and taking another swig from her water bottle.
‘And he’s probably pretty good at it, too,’ Carmella thought to herself, the results likely proving that. He was VERY cute… and confident… and cool headed. And to be able to charm his way into so many young women’s pants and leave them all satisfied… Jason being pretty good at sex was probably an understatement.
“It’s the younger ones that drive me up the wall,” Rachel said, resuming her angry screed. “They all have the same airheaded, screechy, bimbo moans that perfectly resonates through the walls and bounces around my fucking ears. I can’t stand it! It’s the worst sound on the planet! I hate it more than anything.”
Carmella was used to this kind of acerbic, angry, frustrated behavior from Rachel. Since her divorce, and all the fallout from it, Rachel’s attitude had only gotten more and more sour and upset. It seemed as if the slightest bit of adversity would cause to blow her top. Rachel was her friend, but at times, Carmella could only take her attitude in small doses. She could be quite exhausting to be around. Frankly, Carmella wanted her friend’s issues to get worked out so she could have her friend back. And, from a woman’s perspective, the solution to Rachel’s current state seemed obvious.
Rachel needed to get laid. Badly.
It was no mystery that Rachel was in need of some good, healthy, vigorous sex. She’d more than made that fact clear with both her words and every single action she took. She was so stressed out, so tightly wound, so… frustrated. This bitch needed at least one night where she could just moan her head off, get all that tension fucked out of her. And the fact that she got divorced, and dating had gone so poorly for her… she was probably climbing up the walls with need.
Rachel was a gorgeous, professional, successful woman, and the only weakness in her armor was the fact that she hadn’t gotten fucked properly in ages. And she was stuck with a son who didn’t even have to lift a finger to have sex. No doubt Rachel being forced to listen to her son making all those little bitches moan their heads off while she was stuck with, as she put it, an itch that felt like it would never get scratched… That’s what was really driving her crazy. This level of anger and frustration could only rise to the surface if Jason’s offer didn’t at least somewhat hit home.
On some level, to a degree she was probably unwilling to admit even to herself… she was jealous. Jealous of those young, brainless sluts who were so easily getting pleasured while she, someone far more deserving of such bliss, was left unsatisfied. She wanted what they got… she wanted the type of pleasure Jason seemed capable of providing. Could it be?
Did she think over Jason’s offer?
She had to! That’s not to say she considered actually doing it, but she was in such a state by this point that she had to have at least let the thought enter her mind during a weak moment. Obviously, she rejected her son’s offer outright, but the fact that it dug so deep into her mind, forcing her to even consider the option of sex with her own son… that’s what pissed her off the most. Pissed at the world, at fate, at her ex-husband, all these forces working in concert to leave her so desperate for such pleasures to a degree that her addled mind considered, for the briefest of moments, his insane offer. And that alone was enough to inspire such a fiery reaction. Cleary, she had some personal conflict with her son, but Carmella wagered that the main thrust of it was rooted in the fact that his offer struck a chord with her so effectively. If she was thinking clearly, she’d never once remotely consider such an insane proposition.
But the mind considers crazy things when you are starved for real sex.
“What would you do?” Rachel asked, seemingly having exhausted her anger for the moment, turning to face her friend to ask this question.
“What?” Carmella asked, confused.
“I mean, like… how do you think I should handle this? Because nothing I’m doing is dissuading him…” Rachel stated, shaking her head.
For a moment, Carmella found herself poised to tell her friend to just fuck Jason and get it over with before stopping herself, almost laughing at the idea of saying something like that. Mere minutes prior, the thought of mother-son sex was so foreign to her that she never even thought of such a thing. Now, she’d almost told her friend to just go through with it. It was such a wicked, forbidden thing to do, fucking her own son, so wrong in so many ways. But Rachel was an insanely sexy woman, and Jason was a confident young stud… sex between them would be SO HOT! And the tension between them would really make it so much better. Of course, this was all in an objective sense, two hot people slipping into bed together. The fact that they were related spiked the likelihood of it happening and added a forbidden nature to it that made it seriously wrong.
But perhaps because this was all so new to Carmella, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it. Imagining it. Objectively, it would be amazing! They really would be so hot together! But if it was so wrong, why couldn’t she stop thinking about it? Was Jason’s offer so forbidden that it was kinda… hot? Sure, it was incest, and it was fundamentally wrong. But, when the two people involved were just so attractive… did the fact it was incest make it better in that case?
No! Of course, not… right?
“Carmella?” Rachel inquired.
“What?” Carmella replied, shaking her head clear.
“We’re in similar positions, and I trust your judgement. How would you approach this?” Rachel asked.
“Well, we’re not exactly in similar positions…” Carmilla replied with a defensive laugh. “My son hasn’t offered to fuck me!” As soon as she said it, a forbidden shiver coursed through the stacked brunette. Moms are not supposed to think about this shit, let alone voice such things out loud. But as soon as she did… wow! That was out of nowhere. A strange rush of sensation coursed through her. Not a bad one… just a new one. Like that feeling in your belly when you go down a roller coaster, but one more potent, resonating from her core out to the tip of her fingers and up to the top of her head. New connections were being forged in her mind. New doors were being unlocked merely by voicing such a wicked combination of words. It hit the brunette noticeably, and she had to attempt to play it off.
“You know what I mean,” Rachel replied, eyes scrunching slightly as her friend shifted her weight oddly, as if struck by something right in her belly. But she didn’t linger on this for too long, more focused on the point she was trying to make. “Until my divorce, we were in the same boat. Married, with one kid, a son. I know Marco is a couple years younger than Jason, but it’s close enough. What would you do?”
It was true that they shared these similarities. Carmella was still married to her high school sweetheart, Bobby, and things were still going fine. Sure, things had slowed down, mostly on his end. He’d gained some weight, lost some stamina, lost a lot of hair, and generally let the weight of the world wear him down. But compared to what became of Rachel’s husband, her complaints about Bobby paled in comparison.
Their sons were similar. Jason had been good in school, and an accomplished high school athlete, and her son Marco followed a similar path. Intelligent, hardworking, a disciplined athlete, and on top of that, he was friendly, confident, and possessed a youthful vigor that always impressed Carmella. Marco had followed the athletic side of things further than Jason had, and he’d gotten a football scholarship to one of the big nearby schools. Over the last few years, he’d really filled out, becoming a head taller than his mother, shedding that teenage gawkiness and becoming a man. A young man, sure, but his handsome face, his broad chest, his shredded belly, his strong impressive arms, the muscles… those damn muscles… Carmella suddenly felt flustered. Shaking her head clear, she returned to the topic at hand. The point she was trying to make was that Marco was all man now. But unlike Jason, he was very well-behaved, a dutiful, respectful young man, treating his mother and all women with respect. He had an active social life, and he’d had a few girlfriends over the last few years. He’d been a perfect gentleman to every girl he’d been with. Carmella couldn’t imagine her own son approaching her in the same manner Jason had approached his own mother, his handsome face brimming with confidence, his soulful eyes and perfectly styled dark hair filling his mother with disarming affection for him as he came up to her and said:
“Mom… I think me and you should fuck!”
The idea of her own son saying such a thing to her… the mere thought of it made Carmella’s breath catch in her chest. It made her blood rush and caused her heart rate to increase. Her mind went a million different directions at once, and for a moment, she could empathize with what Rachel was going through. She wanted to respond to Rachel’s question, but she was too caught up in her imagination. And Rachel was losing patience.
“Well…?” Rachel inquired, trying to get an honest answer from her friend. Too distracted with the images in her mind to think of a good answer, she replied with the first thought that came to mind.
“I think you should do it…” Carmella said, distractedly.
“What?” Rachel replied sharply, understandably taken aback. Realizing what she said, Carmella attempted to clarify.
“No, I mean…” Carmella began, clearing her head. “You need to do it! Like… you need to get laid!”
“I’m trying!” Rachel replied. “But as soon as I become single, all the good men disappear.”
“I mean, like…” Carmella stammered, still getting her mind in order. Regathering herself fully, she continued. “You might just have to lower your standards. You might have to let the guy who complains about anime on Youtube into your vagina just once, just so you can blow off some stress.” The disgust on Rachel’s face was obvious.
“I may be desperate, but I’m never lowering my standards,” Rachel stated firmly. For a moment, Carmella was impressed by this statement, proud that her friend respected herself enough to never settle for less than she deserved.
“Well… maybe you need to get a good toy,” Carmella suggested.
“I have good toys, and they don’t get the job done,” Rachel replied. “They kept me sane for a while, but they don’t work anymore. I think the only thing that’ll get the job done is the real thing. My pussy knows that, and it won’t settle for anything less.”
Carmella gave her friend a long look, not knowing what else to say that hadn’t been said. And then, with near perfect timing, the sliding glass door to the back slid open, and Jason called out into the house.
“Meat’s ready!” Jason hollered. “Come and get it!”
Carmella gave her friend a knowing look, and Rachel’s eyes almost rolled into the back of her skull she was so unamused. Sensing a good moment to leave, Carmella took her cue.
“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Carmella said. “Good luck.” Rachel nodded her head at this statement as her friend sauntered out the front door. With no point avoiding the inevitable, Rachel headed to the back, grabbing her steak and serving herself up just as she liked it. Trying not to acknowledge her son as she sat down at the backyard table and began cutting into the steak, she didn’t want to give Jason even the slightest credit for any good thing he did to help her out. He’d been so much of a thorn in Rachel’s hot ass that he didn’t deserve it. But as she took her first bite of the steak Jason cooked up for her, she was faced down with the issue she’d been forced to confront so many times over these last few years. She wanted to discredit her son. She didn’t want to encourage his already overflowing confidence by giving him kudos. But his cooking, like so many other things he did… it was undeniable.
“Oh my God!” she groaned out despite herself. The cooking, the spices, the sauce… it was just perfect.
“Good, right?” Jason said knowingly, looking back at her with a raised eyebrow. She gave him a death glare, but she couldn’t deny it.
“Yeah… it’s… really fucking good,” she admitted through clenched teeth. He smiled at this admission, knowing how much his mother hated to say it. But Rachel couldn’t deny it.
It hit the spot.
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That was the thing Rachel found most frustrating about her son. He was good at everything. It was infuriating! This whole thing would be so much easier if he wasn’t so infallible all the time.
If he wasn’t always right.
Having a son who lived such a charmed existence that nothing ever went wrong for him made it extremely difficult for her to assert her parental authority over him. If every little thing he did paid off for him, if every whim on his part led to success, how could she possibly dissuade him from something he had his mind set on?
How could she convince him to stop in his attempts to fuck her when he was so convinced she would love it?
It was the one thing he was clearly and totally wrong about…
Rachel pined for the days where her daily life wasn’t so consumed with such complicated, exhausting issues. The funny thing was, up to her divorce from his father, they had a fantastic relationship. He was a kind, well-behaved young man… a perfect son. He was bright, did well in school, rarely got in any major fights or disagreements with his parents, and was incredibly easy to get along with. Rachel and Jason had formed a wonderful relationship. This was best exemplified during the whole divorce. As his father fell down the rabbit hole of cults and conspiracy theories, Jason took her side without hesitation, often matching gazes with his mother, silently communicating that what his father and saying and doing was crazy. Through the divorce, Jason had her back, supporting her in any way he could. Jason certainly wasn’t following his father down the path he’d chosen, never once wavering in that desire, letting his father go out and devote himself to whatever bullshit he was into, as long as it was far away from them.
In the months afterward, things settled into a new normal. They still had the house, a pretty sizable two-story house with a nice pool in the back. Both Rachel and Jim made pretty good money, combining to allow their family to live a good life. But with him out of the picture, money got a little tighter. Not they were ever gonna end up in poverty, but downgrading a bit from their comfortable existence into a slightly more affordable option seemed inevitable. There was a distinct possibility Jason would have to leave the only house he’d ever known.
That’s when he stepped up, and the dynamic between him and his mother changed forever.
Jason’s father Jim had worked in programming all his life, working at some pretty high-end tech companies. So, Jason grew up around computers, and his father’s talents rubbed off on him. Jason was a whiz with tech stuff from a young age, picking up a good base for programming skills that had only expanded over the years. Even as he grew up, picked up many new hobbies, and gained the distractions that teenage boys get, the one thing that he never left behind was computers. As he grew and matured, earning an active social life and joining in some school sports, he always found the time to noodle on his laptop, or his big rig desktop, or his tablet, doing stuff well beyond Rachel’s understanding.
He didn’t look the part of a typical computer nerd. In modern times, with tech so pervasive, the world had evolved well past such lazy stereotypes in terms of the type of people who devote themselves to tech. And Rachel fully understood that. But still… Jason REALLY didn’t look the part. He’d been a bit gawky in his younger teen years, but him growing up, combined with him jumping onto some school sports, allowed him to really fill out and get fit. In school, he did both track and soccer. He didn’t have that type of aggro, macho competitiveness that was needed for sports like football or wrestling. And in soccer, he didn’t have the same intensity as some of his teammates, enjoying playing the game more than devoting himself solely to the concept of winning and defeating their rivals. That was why he eventually dropped soccer by his senior year, but it’s also why he loved track.
What led him into doing sports was the opportunity to get fit, and he really threw himself into that aspect of sports, dropping any of that youthful fat and replacing it with some pretty impressive musculature. Strong legs, a fit, flat, muscular belly, remarkable arms, and a taut broad back. What he liked more than playing sports was working out and physical self-improvement. In track, his motivation wasn’t to win, but to improve. To do better and better each time, to optimize his results and eliminate any mistakes. He was seeking peak performance, and any victories that came with it were secondary.
So, as he grew up, he had the body of a jock. At heart, he was still the good, friendly, charming young man he’d always been, maintaining his quiet, languid, easygoing attitude throughout. He hadn’t succumbed to the macho competitiveness of a typical young athlete, continuing to be somewhat shy and good-hearted throughout. And in his mind, he was still the incredibly intelligent young man who did great in school and was uncommonly good with computers.
That last point proved to be the key.
He was always on his computer in one form or another. Rachel wanted to complain, but there were habits with far more potential for trouble, so she let it go. His grades were still great, he did his chores, so… Rachel gave him leeway. Sometimes, she’d hear him awake to all hours of the night on the computer, at work on God knows what, but as long as it didn’t affect his responsibilities, his mom didn’t raise a fuss.
The big moment came around this time. He came to her and off-handedly mentioned that one of the big, BIG tech companies had reached out to him about a program he’d put together. It was an app, but not like a game, something more practical than that. But an aspect of it wowed some people in tech, and they wanted to meet. Rachel understandably asked to come along, and it was only when she was in the building of one of the biggest tech companies in the world, meeting with some of the higher-ups, did she realize the gravity of this meeting. They wanted to buy this program off of him, and they were willing to spend a hefty amount to do so. Rachel chose to be present due to the experience she had in negotiations, not wanting Jason to be taken advantage of by these experienced businesspeople. But she shouldn’t have worried, as Jason was ready, stepping up and proposing a deal where he still maintained a piece of ownership over this highly valued program while also getting himself a job with this company. The people there where clearly impressed by his moxie, accepting his offer. And just like that, Rachel’s teenage son had a job at one of the biggest tech companies in the world, a job that he could do from home, working on code and programs for them while also poking around vulnerabilities with their existing framework, and he had a sudden windfall of cash in his bank account.
This was the point where Jason changed.
Suddenly financially comfortable, he took the opportunity to look the part. He evolved his whole image, opting to present himself less boyishly, filling his closet with much better, far more stylish clothing, items more flattering to his frame that also communicated his influx of wealth. He also took more care with his body, his hair, everything, getting a bit more vainglorious without going overboard. To Rachel, who knew him so well, she could see him deliberately trying to change his image from the quiet, kind athlete to the ‘cool guy.’ Rachel thought it was amusing, but to the people his own age it seemed effective.
Girls suddenly seemed to notice Jason. It had taken a few years into high school to accomplish this, but it finally happened. While he was well-liked before, he wasn’t the most social, popular guy in the world. He had a decent-sized friend group, for sure, but he wasn’t in the cool clique. Now, with his whole image changed, and with rumors of his very recent windfall, Jason started to get girls looking at him with new eyes. And with this level of attention from the opposite sex, the inevitable happened.
Jason started getting pussy.
At first, Rachel was happy for him. He was a good, well-composed young man. He had friends, but he never really had girlfriends. So, when he started dating a girl, someone who seemed smart and sweet, she was happy for him. Even when Rachel could hear them fooling around from across the house, hearing his little girlfriends’ sighs of pleasure, Rachel was somewhat proud of him for maturing and reaching the next level of social popularity.
But it got old, fast.
Upon having sex for the first time, he slowly became obsessed with it. He tried his best to hold it together and maintain his best behavior, dating his first girlfriend for about four or five months and staying nothing but loyal, but a whole new world had been opened to him, and he wanted to explore it. He moved on to a different girl… then another… being with them for shorter and shorter amounts of time, reaching a point over the course of a few years where it was as if he was bringing a new girl home every time. Plenty of them returned for seconds and thirds and more, but rarely would he bring home the same girl twice in a row.
It was sex, more than anything, that really changed him. Having success in this realm, on top of all the others, had him brimming with self-confidence, and that changed his behavior in other ways. He started being less stealthy about the sex he was having, the action getting louder and louder at all hours of the day, all over the house. Rachel couldn’t count how many times she’d walked into her home, only to see Jason and some half-dressed hussy in the living room poorly disguising the fact that they’d been fooling around. Or how many times she’d woken up in the middle of the night only to hear some random girl’s lusty moans coming from Jason’s room. He was so confident with these girls that he’d be all over them, even in his mother’s presence, behind handsy with them unashamedly.
Any pride she may have felt for her son’s popularity dissipated after seeing the endless march of hook-ups he had all falling for the same tricks. Seeing these airheads going along with Jason’s obvious flirting and maneuverings… Rachel thought less of them for succumbing to such shameless efforts. The type of stuff that only works on young women who don’t know any better. Teenager shit, like him running his hand through his nice head of hair in a not-so-subtle way. Calling these young women ‘girl’… like ‘my girl’, or ‘hey girl’, putting on his so-called sexy voice as he did so. Or making some heavy-handed comment that was clearly about sex, and thinking no one knew what he was talking about. But these airheads just giggled and blushed. These girls needed to have a little pride in themselves. They should be acting with confidence and agency, not getting gooey eyed for Jason and eagerly letting him do whatever he wanted with him. Nothing they could be getting could possibly make their lack of self-respect worth it.
Without having direct knowledge of such things, Rachel surmised that Jason was exploring his desires, sowing his oats and taking advantage of the fact that these horny young women were willing and eager to let him do whatever he wanted to them. The echoes of sex coming from his bedroom at night got louder and louder, taking on an aggressive tone at times. Rachel could hear loud, firm, fleshy slaps, followed by loud moans of girly pleasure, and she could see in her mind’s eye these airhead trollops allowing her son to spank their asses. One morning, Jason and one of his nameless hook-ups were chatting in the kitchen as he made breakfast, speaking as if they didn’t know Rachel was around the corner, and the young woman stated that her jaw hurt, with Jason replying that it was probably because she spent most of the night biting down on a ball gag. Rachel shook her head in disgust before making her presence known. And if there was any question if he was joking or not, Rachel found a ball gag on Jason’s side table next to his bed with that little slut’s teeth marks on it.
Gross.
That wasn’t the only item Rachel found that gave her an unwanted glimpse into her son’s sex life. She was still a mom, and she did mom things around the house, like handling the cleaning and laundry, so she’d have to grab things from his room. That was how she stumbled on the ball gag. It was also how she found silky ropes tied to his bedposts. Knowing Jason enough to know he would never enjoy being tied down, it was clear to her that he’d convinced one of his girls to let him tie her down to the bed and let him have his way with her. And judging from the moans from the night before, that girl had a very good time. Sometimes, Rachel found discarded pieces of clothing in different rooms of the house, letting Rachel know that he wasn’t keeping sex solely to the bedroom. Rachel felt uncomfortable with any hard surface in the house, fearful that sex had occurred there as soon as the professional woman left the house. The kitchen, the bathroom, the office, damn near everywhere. Rachel had yet to find any hint that he’d done anything in Rachel’s bed, but not having found any evidence left her almost more paranoid about it.
It wasn’t just contained to the house either. One time, Rachel arrived home just in time to see her son and some girl come in from the pool, looking slightly sheepish, a towel on her waist and her bikini top slightly askew. Suspicious, Rachel scanned the poolside, only to find wet handprints on the concrete in such a manner that made Rachel believe that Jason and that girl had fucked by the pool. And if there was any doubt of this, Rachel found the girl’s skimpy bikini bottoms lost under a deck chair. Rachel angrily returned them to the young woman, her cheeks turning bright red. But Jason… he just seemed amused by the whole thing, not embarrassed at all.
Let’s see… what else. There was the time he bought himself a new car with his windfall of income, and within a day or two took some very skimpily dressed girl out for a long ride late at night, clearly savoring the opportunity to christen his new car in a way only he could. There was the time Rachel woke up in the middle of the night to get some water, only to find one Jason’s girls teetering along the hall in what could only be described as some red latex or rubber fetish getup, and obscenely severe high heels, which the girl was clearly having trouble with. Rachel and her met eyes in the hallway… the mom just shook her head as the girl tried hiding her face at being caught.
There was the time when she heard some college girl he hooked up with call her 18-year-old son ‘Daddy’, which made Rachel gag at how shameless and gross these girls were being with him.
Oh, and there was also that time, during an awkward morning breakfast, where Jason’s hook-up whispered to him that she couldn’t sit comfortably because her butthole was so sore, whispering it just loudly enough for Rachel to hear, and the mom winced at knowing that Jason had buttfucked this little tramp the previous night. Why did she have to be aware of these things? Ignorance of her son’s sex life would be bliss.
Rachel tried her best to assert her authority, but it was a hopeless battle. For one… it wasn’t like he was letting other parts of his life slack. His grades were fine, even as he slowly lost interest in furthering his education. He had a job and a consistent source of income. He did his part around the house. She couldn’t really punish him because he didn’t break the rules. By this point he was 18, and these girls were the same age. Rachel wasn’t a prude about matters of sex, and having a healthy sex life wasn’t a bad thing, as long as he was being careful. She just didn’t want it thrown in her face so much. She tried her best to get him to be more private. He apologized and assured her that he didn’t mean for it to get so out of control, promising that he’d keep things a little quieter. He would try that for a while, but he’d fall back into old habits before long. Plus… he worked from home, so he had run of the house while she was at work… not much she could do to stop him from inviting guests over in her absence. His active sex life continued, and there was nothing his mother could do to slow it down. So, after a while… she stopped trying to dissuade him, knowing it was a hopeless cause.
She did consider telling him to get his own place, even at this early point in his sexual evolution. He didn’t seem interested in doing so in the slightest, saying he had everything he wanted right here at home, and Rachel wasn’t willing to go as far as to kick her son out of the house. He was her son… she loved him, and between the bouts of loud, vigorous sex he was having, they got along fine.
At least at that point.
Jason’s confidence in the bedroom expanded to other things. To his credit, one of the first things he did upon working out the deal for his program was to invest it inwards and ensure that he and Rachel were financially stable and comfortable, meaning they would get to keep the house. Rachel really appreciated that fact… truly. And it was one of the main reasons she was loathe to kick him out, even given his sexual misadventures.
But as his confidence grew, it began to feel as if he was on an equal level as his mother in terms of doing whatever he wanted around the house. As if he was on equal footing as his mom when it came to making executive decisions around the house. First, he converted his father’s old office to his own, taking over the space with his own work stuff and throwing a lot of Jim’s stuff to the curb. Rachel didn’t particularly object to this, as he’d earned a little bit leeway to do his own thing, so she let it slide. Then he converted half the garage into a home gym, which Rachel was a little more annoyed about, as he’d done it without consulting her, but he volunteered to leave his car in the driveway while she got to keep her spot in the garage, so she couldn’t be that upset. His behavior was enough to be annoying, but not enough to be over the line. (That being said, he didn’t always live up to his word, often forcing her to park in the driveway while he came up with some excuse for his car to be in the cozy garage spot.)
But now that Jason had money to burn, he started throwing himself into hobbies that soon imposed themselves around the house. One day, Jason decided he wanted to get into cooking, so he started taking classes on his own time over the period of about a year, admittedly getting very good at it. But that meant he wanted to be the one handling most food decisions around the house. Rachel appreciated not having to be the one to cook at home on top of her job, but she felt odd about Jason just removing her authority from the kitchen.
He also got really into investing, taking a fair amount of the money he got from his job and putting it in the stock market. Rachel warned him not to be reckless with his money, but he proved her wrong, proving to have an eye for such things, soon multiplying his wealth multiple times over. This, combined with his job, meant he was bringing in a lot of money. A LOT. Rachel was no slouch in terms of income, but the money Jason was accruing eclipsed her own. Jason offered to handle her books and put some of her money in investments, but Rachel didn’t think that would be proper. Her resentment for him overstepping his bounds only increased as his investments kept paying off, making her feel as if she was mistaken for not taking him up on his offer.
All this stuff, the cooking, the investments, taking over rooms of the house… he seemingly did it all in good faith with a smile on his face… But it felt like there was something going on beneath the surface. Like he was trying to assert authority over his mother in multiple ways… not necessarily a corporate takeover, but with a soft sell. If Rachel turned down his help, or said no, he complied with total understanding, not pushing his luck. But all that stuff… combined with the fact that he was taking the opportunity to fuck in damn near every room of the house… there was something going on that she couldn’t put her finger on.
It came into focus soon after.
She remembered the day he made his offer with total clarity. He was 18 at the time, well into his sexual misadventures by that point. And at the same time, Rachel was well back on the dating scene, and already it was going poorly.
Rachel had spent the entirety of that fateful day thinking about a date. She was excited about it, to the point of getting dressed up and ready well before she had to leave. She was practically one foot out the door by the time her date called and cancelled. He tried to dance around the reasons why, but Rachel quickly surmised that this hot, single, studly man she had a date with was not so single after all, and correctly guessed that his wife was catching onto his dalliances. Not having time for this kind of bullshit, she angrily hung up on him, rubbing her head in frustration as she stood in the kitchen. Rachel could feel a headache coming on. She’d already begun to let herself think she was getting laid that night, so the knowledge that any chance of that was lost only established how hungry for sex she was. As if going through withdrawal, a dull ache began pounding behind her eye.
“Date fall through?” Jason stated, padding barefoot into the kitchen, polishing off a cup of Greek yogurt. He was dressed casually, wearing a pair of comfortable basketball shorts and a slim, flattering t-shirt.
“Yeah…” she said through clenched teeth, barely holding back her annoyance as she rubbed her eye with one hand and strumming her fingers on the marble countertop with the other. It didn’t take an expert to sense her frustration, and Jason could feel it emanating off her in waves. Tossing away the empty yogurt cup into the trash and washing off his spoon, he spoke up.
“I can help you out, you know…” he said, his offer so casual and tossed-off she didn’t understand his meaning.
“What?” she said, glancing up at him with a pained look, her headache beginning to really set in.
“I can help you out,” he offered again.
“What do you mean? With dating?” she asked, still unsure of his meaning. “Do you know some trick with dating apps or something?” she inquired. He smiled and shook his head.
“No… no… I never needed any tricks anyway,” he stated in response, unable to resist boasting. “No, I mean… it’s obvious you’re… frustrated. I’m just offering my services if you need it.” Again, he spoke so casually that it made perceiving what he was trying to say more difficult. But as much as she tried to seek out any other meaning, her mind kept coming back to one thing. Could it be… was she misunderstanding him?
“What are you talking about?” She replied with some bite, staring him down with two open eyes, now having her full attention. Looking somewhat confused at how upset she was, he tried to explain.
“I’ve got Jacinda coming over tonight, but I can cancel on her if you want to take her place,” he replied calmly, looking right back at her, leaving the offer hanging out there. Her headache suddenly gone, replaced with shock and fiery anger, she gave him a death stare.
“Are you seriously offering to fuck me?” she spat out, her voice one of barely restrained fury.
“Yeah,” he said, shrugging his shoulders, as if what he was saying wasn’t utterly insane.
“What the FUCK are you talking about?” she screamed out. “Are you crazy?! I am your mother! Moms don’t have sex with their own sons!” Her mind had never once considered such a thing, but now that he’d shattered the concrete wall in her mind separating thoughts of sex and thoughts of her son, her mind was suddenly flooded with all sorts of new, unwanted thoughts.
“Who cares?” he replied calmly, shrugging his shoulders again. “It’s not that big a deal. It’s just sex. It doesn’t have to be this huge, major thing. It can just be some good, dirty fun! I’m pretty good at it.” he offered with a smirk, undaunted at his mother’s fury.
She gave him a shocked look, her mouth hanging open. This was unbelievable! Where the fuck did this come from? How could he possibly think this was a good idea? A reasonable thing to offer his own mom?
“Have you lost your fucking mind…?” she asked softly. “What made you think that this was a thing you should say to your own mom?” At this, he only smiled, and in the moment, that calm expression was so infuriating she was tempted to slap him.
“Face it, Mom,” he said, leaning towards her slightly, looking her up and down. “You’re insanely hot!” he stated firmly. He wasn’t wrong. She’d already done herself up for her now failed date. She was so confident in this date that she busted out her favorite black cocktail dress, one that flattered her body, showcasing her slim waist, her juicy ass, and her massive firm tits, while still remaining tasteful. She only displayed a hint of her sizable cleavage, and the way it hugged her firm shapely ass remained classy while making the sight mesmerizing. She had on her favorite black high heels, and the rest of her legs up to just above her knees were left bare. She had incredible legs, and it was only when she was looking to seal the deal that she really showcased them, her gams taut and firm and smooth. Even non-leg men couldn’t stop staring at them when put on display like this. Plus, she had on her sexiest underwear, an expensive matching black lace number, the bra struggling to contain her heavy, fleshy breasts, and a thong so skimpy it left nothing to the imagination. She knew she was good looking, and she knew she had an incredible body. She just didn’t want her son to point that out. She wanted literally any other man to do so.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m hot! That does not mean my own son gets to fuck me!” Rachel said, still incredulous. Again, he seemed undaunted.
“Like I said, it doesn’t have to be a big deal,” he stated calmly, shaking his head. His handsome face remained relaxed; his lips turned up in a small smile. “I think we both know it’d be really good…” he stated confidently.
“Oh my god…” Rachel sighed to herself, rolling her eyes, resisting to urge to smack that smug look off his face. How dare he even assert that sex between them, between a mom and her son, would be good! She couldn’t contain herself. “It’s INCEST! We are RELATED! That shit doesn’t happen in real life! I don’t know what shit you’ve seen to make you think this was ever gonna happen, but it ain’t! So, forget it… purge it from your fucking mind! I don’t want to hear it again! I don’t want to think about it again! It will never, EVER happen! Let’s just pretend you suffered a momentary bout of insanity and move on!”
He didn’t back down, even in the face of her blinding anger. Looking back at her calmly, taking a long deep breath, he finally replied.
“Well… I’m not gonna do that…” he replied simply to her directive of forgetting this. “And neither will you.” Rachel gave him a death-look, more upset at him than she’d ever been. “The offer stands. And when you change your mind, and trust me… you WILL change your mind…” he stated with a confidence so complete that it even cut through Rachel’s indignation, a sense of dread filling her at the prospect of him being so sure she’d give in to him eventually. “When the day comes when you’re desperate for me to clap those cheeks… come find me.”
A long, heavy silence fell between them.
“Clap those cheeks?” she asked, baffled and confused at this statement, even in the face of the madness of this conversation. She wasn’t naïve to the world… but that was a new one to her. Her incredulousness only made him smile.
“Hey, I could have said something about me feasting on that cake…” he said with a laugh, trying to look around her front to the cake in question, but she’d had enough.
“Just go away!” she said, having had it up to here with him. Holding up his hands in surrender, he backed away.
“Just think about it,” he said with a smile.
“I won’t!” she called back.
“Yeah, you will…” he stated again, so damn sure of himself. Nodding at her, he turned away. “And by the way, Jacinda is coming over tonight!” he called out to her as he made his way upstairs. Once he was gone, she had to shake her head, gob smacked by what had just transpired.
“What the fuck!” she said to herself, now keyed up thanks to what just happened. Her son… had just offered… to FUCK her! His own mother! Where the fuck did that come from? What colossal mistake had she made in raising him that led him to the point where he would think making an offer like that was a good idea? Had she ever given him anything that would make him think she’d be interested in such a thing? No! Of course not! Her mind had never conceived of such a thing as a possibility, let alone led him on in such a way.
Perhaps… perhaps she’d been too lenient in terms of allowing him to have such an… active… private life with girls. Maybe she’d been too liberal in allowing him to sow his oats. It was just… when he was younger, he didn’t have the most high-energy social life, keeping things to a small group of dorky friends. Certainly no girls. Once he got a little more popular with the opposite sex, she wasn’t about to step in and stop him. But in making that small allowance, he’d taken a mile, taking things so far so fast that he was regularly having loud, vigorous sex even with his mother in the house. So much so that the same old thing had gotten old, and his eyes had begun wandering, seeking out something new. A real challenge. The ultimate forbidden fruit.
His own mother.
Obviously, she put her foot down. It was never gonna happen! Despite how confident he was that her tune would change, that she’d eventually change her mind, she hoped that he took her rebuff as seriously as she intended it. She hoped her firm stance on the matter would dissuade him from ever making such an insane offer again. She hoped she made it clear that it was never going to happen.
It was at this point that Rachel realized that her nipples were noticeably stiff, and her pussy was very wet.
What the fuck!?
No. No. NO! This didn’t mean anything! It didn’t mean she wanted it, because honestly, she didn’t. Did he notice? Is that why he was so confident her mind would change? Because her nipples were hard? Maybe they’d been like that before. No… they weren’t… they’d only become stiff after her son offered to have intense, incestuous sex with her. But that didn’t mean anything! It was… it was… okay, it was like this. It was like she was a recovering alcoholic, and he’d waved a stiff cocktail under her noise. Rachel wanted the feeling she knew alcohol could give her… but she didn’t want the vessel. She didn’t actually want a drink. Her body was so hungry for sex that even an offer coming from her son made her body react. But she didn’t want her son.
What she wanted was sex.
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“Oh my God, Jason, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Rachel couldn’t sleep that night, understandably. Not only due to the events of the day… but the events of the night going on in Jason’s room.
“Hahaha! Yes! FUCK! You give the best dick ever! I love it!” Jacinda the slut screamed out from Jason’s room, clearly having a good time.
The night was otherwise silent. Perhaps on another night she could push past the rabble and get some rest, but it seemed like, after what happened that day, her senses were heightened. She could hear every moan. Every groan. Every grunt. Every heavy, fleshy collision. She could even hear Jason’s big bed whining with every heated thrust. The sounds bounced across the house, entered Rachel’s ears, and bounced around her mind.
And just as before, being in the proximity of sex affected her body. Her nipples had hardened again beneath her comfortable sleepwear, an old t-shirt, and her pussy warmed up from within her thin pajama pants. Her desperate-for-pleasure body was keeping her awake, sounding an alarm bell, begging for some relief.
“Shut up…” she said, looking down at herself, willing her body to ignore the noise coming from the other room, angry that her body was reacting like this. His offer had bridged some gap in her brain, connected some neurons, however you want to say it. She’d overheard the action coming from Jason’s room before… but it had never affected her like this. It had never put her on edge before.
When she was really wound up like this, she would often take care of herself, but given what had happened earlier, she wasn’t about to go down that road. She wasn’t gonna shove a dildo into her hungry vagina while listening to her son plowing some teenage skank. Because if she did, that meant her son had gotten to her. That would be giving her son a win by admitting there was some truth to what he said, that she was intrigued by what he could offer sexually.
Rachel was many things, and one of them was that she was quite bullheaded. His claim that she would inevitably give in to his offer only incentivized her to prove him wrong. Jason made a mistake offering sex to his own mother but an even bigger one in underestimating how stubborn she could be. He was wrong.
She would never give in.
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Indeed, in the two years since that point, Rachel hadn’t backed down. She hadn’t succumbed to her son’s wicked offer. He’d indeed underestimated his mother’s stubbornness.
But at times, with how profoundly his offer had affected her in the time since, it felt like she was cutting off her nose to spite her face.
Jason’s life stayed on its gilded track. He still lived at home. He still had an incredible job that both paid well and allowed him freedom to live his life in the manner he wanted. He still got laid way too often. Overall, he seemed unbothered by his mother’s rejection of his offer, unaffected in the slightest. He didn’t change his behavior one iota. It was as if he felt like if he kept proving his bona fides over and over, if he just kept plowing girls and making their moans reverberate through the house, his mom might finally give in and volunteer for the same treatment. But Rachel had dug her heels in.
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