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(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author’s consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn’t your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn’t bother reading it.

A few warnings before going forward. This story is a little different than my others, taking a different approach than I usually do, though at the end of the day, it veers more towards the type of story you have all come to know and expect from me. But, all the same general themes are present, with all my typical hallmarks. But this is a teasing story, and in my opinion, that type of story needs a slow build. So this complete story is quite long, practically novel-length, so keep that in mind. This story will be released in smaller chunks to make it more manageable.

This story is split in 8 parts of varying lengths. Not all of them will have sex, but some will, but don’t worry, the high-level of sexual tension will be consistent throughout. Some parts of this story have action, and some have that dreaded back-story and character building. So, if you just want to get to the sex scenes, you might have to skip around a bit. But, I think the full story is the best way to consume this.

On top of all the other themes I stated before, this is an incest-themed story, if that’s not already clear. This is a mother-son series featuring a big-titted, sexy mother and a studly, big-dicked son. If that is not your favorite flavor of mother-son story, by all means walk away. I just want to state again I do not condone any of the actions within this story in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)


Chapter 2: Revenge

“Holy shit, Tom!” the cute brunette said, blushing as she sat on my bed.

“What?” I asked with a surprised laugh as I entered my own room. I guess I couldn’t blame her for her surprise. I told her I had to go wash my hands and that I would be back in minute. She certainly didn’t expect for me to return in the condition I was in.

She certainly didn’t expect to be seeing me completely nude.

I suppose I should back up.

Her name was Carrie. She was in my physics class. She was extremely pretty, but a bit bookish. She was one of the top students in my grade, and she had been accepted by some Ivy League school. We had been randomly assigned as lab partners, which was great for me. She was a great student, so having her as my partner probably would bump up my grade a few points. I was a good student, but I found my extra-curricular interests far more compelling. Carrie would do her damndest to drag me along through class and she would love doing it. Why, you may ask? Well, that was easy. From our first project together, I could tell she was smitten.

She would flash her teeth and blush slightly when talking me. She would stammer over her words. She was the student council type of girl, very outspoken, a member of the debate team. So the fact that I made her so nervous made her feelings very clear. I always felt a certain pride when I made girls stammer over their words, especially a girl so well-spoken as her. So even though she was a very driven girl, I knew I had her on the hook to do whatever I wanted. I probably should feel bad about taking advantage of her, but it was a victimless crime. She was happy to help just to be close to me. And she was going to help me… in more than one way. She would go out of her way to make my experience as her lab partner as smooth as possible.

She cutely suggested we should work on our lab report after school. She waited in the stands during practice, cutely watching as I kicked ass on the field. She bopped cutely on her heels a bit as I met up with her after leaving the locker room. I let her follow me in her car as I drove home and whenever we came to a stop I could see her checking her hair and make-up.

As I led her up to my room and watched her kneel nervously onto the edge of my bed, pulling her books out and setting them down next to her neatly, I couldn’t help but smile. Smile at the fact that she thought we would actually be doing homework. How cute. I knew she was a shy girl and she would never push the issue. I would have to make the decision for her. I had big plans for her.

I escaped for a few moments, claiming that I had to wash my dirty hands. She nodded and smiled, not suspecting a thing. So that brought us to now, me strutting my stuff as I returned, my clothes left behind.

“What are you doing?” she gasped out nervously, her cheeks, crimson, backing up farther onto my bed. Normally, most would be offended at how forward I was being. But judging by her reaction, she definitely wasn’t disgusted as I watched her eyes take in my exposed frame, her eyes burning with lust, behind her black chunky glasses.

As I glanced at the mirror across tipobet365 güvenilirmi the room and looked at my own fit frame, I smiled, as I realized no one would blame her for the lust she was feeling. I don’t want to sound cocky, but I looked fucking good.

My muscles were rippling, fresh from a tough practice. My skin was evenly tanned. My abs were looking good, my six-pack being shown off proudly. My pecs were apparent, as were my biceps. My shoulder muscles, those muscles going from my shoulders to my neck were looking great. (I had to work extra hard to get those). My face looked good. I had heard girls tell me they loved my smooth lips, my perfect teeth, my piercing blue eyes, even the dimples I had when I smirked. And, I had my brown hair looking the exact way I wanted it to, with the perfect level of shagginess, that un-styled look that took a little bit to get just right.

But her eyes weren’t drawn to my attractive face. No, her eyes traveled down my smooth, rippling abs, down those triangular muscles on my lower torso that the girls love, which led to the hanging meat between my legs.

The monster was being proudly shown, not at solid rock hardness, but full and ready. I hate to be cocky, but I couldn’t help it. I knew I was sporting something special. A ten-inch, meaty, thick cock, combined with a large pair of balls. I always laughed a bit when I heard girls claim cock size didn’t matter to them. That there was such a thing as too big. All I can say is, so far, I had heard no complaints. I had seen the looks of shock, of intimidation, sometimes even a bit of fear. I had heard girls almost laugh to themselves out of nervousness, as if confronted by something they never dreamed they would actually have to deal with first-hand. I had heard them muse to themselves with a smile, wondering how my monster could actually fit in a girl. But every time they did, they smiled to themselves, and I knew they intended to give it their best shot. My cock made the decision for them. And I knew from first-hand experience, it could fit. It always could. Those doubting girls would flex and shimmy, move their hips and breathe deeply, doing anything they could, not giving up till it was as far inside them as possible.

None had been able to take it fully. These were teenaged girls, and they were simply not built to be able to take such a man-sized piece of meat. I longed for the day my cock would be inside a real woman, till I could slide my cock all the way in and out, feeling my balls slamming against a girl’s ass.

Carrie looked very capable. Like I said, she was a cutie. She wasn’t a sex kitten or anything like that, just a very naturally warm and pretty girl. She had shoulder length chestnut hair, a cute, slightly freckled face, and plump red lips. She was dressed demurely but cutely. A nice purple blouse and a knee length skirt. She had pale skin, nice, firm legs, and a nice set of C-cups. She had potential, despite her demure demeanor. The way she bit her lips as she stared at me, the way her eyes kept being drawing to my stiffening cock, I could see her losing control.

“You don’t mind, Carrie… do you?” I asked.

“Uh… no.” she said softly. “I don’t mind.” She suddenly shook her head, realizing what she said. “No! Uh, sorry, I, uh, I mean…” she stammered. I smiled wickedly, and she smiled back, nervously. I could see her stiff nipples under her top. She was definitely down for some fooling around.

“Don’t worry…” I replied softly, stepping a bit closer. “It’s just you and me.” Her big eyes looked up at me, her nervousness only slightly eased.

We were alone. But not for long.

Dad was working late, and Mom was at a PTA meeting. But glancing at the clock, I knew at this point, the meeting was just letting out. I knew exactly where she would be, what route she would take. I could picture it perfectly in my head. I knew I could time things just right.

As Mom stepped out of the school, her huge tits no doubt bouncing as she walked, I sat on the bed next to the nervous Carrie, and put my hand on her leg.

As Mom started the car, my lips met Carrie’s as my hand slid up her bare thigh.

As Mom hit the first traffic light, Carrie and I were clutched in a deep, lustful kiss.

As Mom hit the rush-hour traffic, Carrie’s nervous hand slid around my cock, gripping it lightly.

As Mom’s fingers strummed against the steering wheel impatiently, Carrie’s fingers gripped my dick more firmly.

As Mom sat, her car not moving, Carrie kissed her way down my neck, leading to my chest.

As traffic moved slightly, Carrie moved slightly as well, falling to her knees on the floor in front of me.

As Mom was able to pass the line of restaurants along the main drag, my cock crossed the barrier and entered Carrie’s eager mouth.

As Mom became stuck between the many cars on the highway, my cock became stuck in Carrie’s mouth.

As Mom got closer to another traffic light, Carrie was tipobet365 yeni giriş energetically polishing my knob.

As Mom escaped the last of the traffic, I pulled Carrie up on to the bed.

As Mom was able to accelerate to cruising speed, my deft fingers began to unbutton the girl’s top.

As Mom extricated herself from the main road, I extricated Carrie from her clothes.

As Mom turned towards our neighborhood, I wrapped my arms around Carrie tightly, making out with her again.

As Mom reached the end of the street, I filled my big hands with Carrie’s cute C-cups.

As Mom pulled into the driveway, I put my cock in place, ready to fuck the cute 18-year old under me, insisting to her I’d pull out in time.

As I heard the small noise of the front door open, the head of my cock entered Carrie.

Carrie’s pussy was tight and ready as I pushed myself into her softly.

“Aaaahh!” she moaned out. Her pussy was nice, almost enough to get me focused on her. But my ears were trained on the noises from downstairs, the clicking of her heels on the linoleum.

I drove myself into Carrie slightly, taking my time with her, knowing I couldn’t just drive myself into her roughly. She was too fragile for that. I forced a few inches into her, causing her to purr with pleasure.

“Wow, it’s so big!” she said, looking up at me, wowed. I smiled at her, and I felt her pussy moisten as I did so. I flexed my hips, trying to push more into her. As I did, I heard soft footsteps climbing up the stairs.

Carrie’s pussy was tight, but I was able to get myself into her without too much trouble. I was about five inches deep when I met resistance, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get much deeper inside her.

“Oooh, Ah! Tommy, that’s it! You’re so big! I don’t think I can take much more!” Carrie called out.

“Get used to it, babe.” I whispered encouragingly. “You’re doing so good.” I added, and she flashed a smile. We were quiet, breathing deep, communicating in harsh whispers. I looked back at the closed door and saw a shadow beneath it, letting me know Mom was on the other side.

Okay. It was time to start the show.

I flexed my hips back, pulled back so only the tip was inside her, then drove back into her, burying half my dick into her.

“Aaaaaahhhh!” Carried moaned out, her moans piercing the silence.

“You like that?” I whispered, loud enough for Mom to hear.

“Mmmmmmmm yeaahhhh!” she moaned out, already almost drunk with lust. I picked up the pace, knowing she was ready for it.

“Tell me!” I grunted out. “Tell me what you like!”

“I love it!” Carrie moaned. “I love your big cock! It’s huge!” she marveled. I leaned down and kissed her. She was doing her part better than I ever could have dreamed. She deserved to be rewarded.

“You ever been with someone like me?” I asked. I looked back. Mom was still there, on the other side of the door.

“Tom, you’re the hottest fucking guy I’ve ever been with! By far!” Carrie moaned out.

“You’ve wanted me for a while, haven’t you?” I asked with a smile. She slapped my chest lightly.

“You’re so bad!” she said with a laugh. “Fuck yes! Yes, Tom, I’ve wanted you for a while.”

“I know.” I said arrogantly with a smile. My pace picked up. Her moans became more frequent as I fucked her faster.

“Oooh! AH! Be gentle babe! Be gentle. You’re just so big!” Carrie said moaned out, tempering my pace, forcing me to slow down slightly. Carrie’s hand slid along my back lovingly. I reached down and nibbled at her nipple.

“Ahh, not so hard, baby! Don’t use your teeth. Oh yes!” she warned. “Wow, Tom, you’re so buff!”

I think she was figuring out I loved to have my ego stroked. Good. I wanted Mom to hear. I wanted her to know that I was packing some serious heat and I knew how to use it. I wanted her to know that her own son was every bit the sexual dynamo she was. I wanted Mom to hear Carrie’s moans, and imagine that it was her in Carrie’s place.

I nibbled at Carrie’s neck as my hips bounced, driving into her, my bare cock covered in her juices.

“Aaah! Ah! Ah! You’re so good at this!” Carrie moaned out.

“You’re not so bad, yourself.” I whispered in her ear, kissing it.

“Uhhhhhh! YES!” Carrie gasped. “I love it! I love this, Tom! How are you so good at this?”

“Lots of practice, babe.” I said with a laugh.

“Uhhh, fuck! I heard you get around a bit.” Carrie said.

“Just a bit, Carrie. Don’t worry.” I assured her. I’d had my fair share, sure, but I rarely brought girls home for this kind of thing. Most of my work had been done at the girls’ houses, or at parties, or in the backseat of a car. Mom was typically always home and I was always nervous at the thought of fucking a girl under my parents nose. I didn’t like to be quiet or restrained. I was a lion. I wanted to roar. But now, with my relationship so radically different with Mom, things had changed. So it was nice to stretch out on my own bed tipobet365 güvenilirmi and get down to business without restraint here.

Mom had driven me to this. She had me perpetually on edge, and doing so brought out my prideful side. If anyone was caught in the wake of my battle with Mom, that was on her. She did this to me. She made me act this way.

“Uh. Uh. UH! UH! UH!” Carrie moaned.

“Ughhhhh!” I grunted. Even though Carrie was inexperienced, her pussy was fantastic. It was smothering me with warm, wet pleasure. It almost got me focused on her. But I couldn’t get Mom off my brain. I was still thinking about her, checking under the door for her shadow, hoping she would storm in, shove this young bitch off the bed, take her place and prove to me her mature pussy was even tighter and better than these young high-school sluts. Cause I knew it would be.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to Carrie’s ear, kissing it lightly before whispering into it.

“I want to hear it!” I began. “When you cum, I want to hear you scream!”

“What makes you think you’ll make me cum? Oh fuck!” she asked with a smile. I moved up and looked down at her.

“You will.” I said confidently. She smiled lustily. I drove into her firmly, giving her as much of my length as she could take.

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” Carrie purred in pleasure, shutting her eyes cutely. “You’re so good! The best!”

“Am I?” I asked arrogantly, my pace increasing.

“Fuck! You are! The best! You’re the best fuck! The best! Ahhhh! So good!” Carrie moaned. I could feel her pussy twitch and quiver. She was close.

I could have gone on for a while longer, but I didn’t want to wear out the poor girl. I could handle it, but she couldn’t. So I began to let her pussy overwhelm me. I tried to release the stopper and let myself go over the edge. I felt the twitch myself and I knew I only had a few moments left. I felt that shiver go through me. I knew the end was coming. I vowed to make it good, to put on a show.

I imagined Mom standing there, listening intently. Cause she would be listening, listening to her stud of a son having sex. Her ear would be at the door, cause even though she had claimed she wasn’t interested, it was natural motherly curiosity to want to know what her son gets up to in his free time, if he is having sex.

I’m sure she knew the answer to that one already. She wasn’t clueless. And I’m sure my recent actions let her know exactly what kind of man I was. But I wanted to fill in the blanks of things she didn’t know about me. How much sex I am having? What kind of sex I am having? How hard do I fuck? How big my dick was? How large my balls were? How much I cum? All the questions a curious mom wants to know.

I pictured her there, standing frozen, not making a sound and not wanting to disturb the action. Her nipples were no doubt hard, as they always were. But, I liked to think they were extra hard and throbbing today. I hoped her pussy was dripping with pleasure, because it was hard not to get excited when action was happening so close by, even if your own son was involved.

Part of me hoped that she was getting really caught up in the action. Part of me imagined her hand down her pants, her well-manicured fingers rubbing her moist cunt. Maybe one of her hands slipped under her top, playing with her own mammoth breasts, tweaking her own nipples. That listening to her own son pile-driving some high school slut was driving her wild with lust, her respect for me rising, as would her lust. But I knew this wasn’t happening. I knew this was a fantasy. However, if there was one small sliver of a chance she liked what she heard, I vowed to give her the best show I could.

“Oh God! UH FUCK! I’M CUMMING! AHHHHH!” Carrie squealed out. Her slim body quivered as an orgasm shook her to the core. I watched the muscles in her flat belly quiver and flex as she came, her muscles tightening. I felt her pussy clench around my driving shaft and that was enough to drive me over the edge.

“Here it comes!” I warned. Carrie was still a quivering mess as I pulled my thick cock from her vagina. I gripped my cock and gave it a few finishing strokes, aiming it at her belly.

“UGGHHHHH! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” I grunted. The first shot of cum fired savagely from the tip of my cock, it’s a departure a sweet relief. This stream of cum landed on Carrie’s belly, a diagonal shot, from her right hip to under her left breast. I stroked myself, aiding in the exquisite pleasure. Another shot fired from me, a thick, creamy stream of cum, a shot more vertical than the last, going up the center of her belly to just below her boobs, my cum filling her belly button. Another thick jet of cum fired from me, landing again on her hand on her belly, which was resting lazily on her upper stomach. My cum fired from me again… and again… and again.

“Ahhhhh!” I grunted, jacking the cum out of myself. I watched the streams of cum, one after another, landing on Carrie’s slim stomach, some firing far enough to land on her breasts. I was painting her with cum.

“Jesus, Tom!” Carrie marveled, watching my tensed body, my muscles flexing as my balls expelled a pint of cum onto her naked body. I kept stroking myself savagely, and the cum kept coming. “Do you always cum this much?”

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