(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.)
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Chapter 6: College Life
My relationship with my mother changed after I told her I was done trying to fuck her. It'd be weird if it didn't, really. But that wasn't the end of our story. Not even close. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
It was a long, long drive to school. My mind was racing after what I had just done. On one hand, I was crushed that what I had wanted to happen would never happen. I was furious that Mom kept pushing and pushing me, even though her position never changed, even though it was all supposedly already over. I was angry with myself for playing this game with her, reciprocating, letting myself become obsessed with my own mother when I knew deep down it was a losing battle. I was disappointed that I had been beaten. And most importantly of all, I was unhappy with the man I was becoming.
I had done a lot of wrong in this last year since making my initial confession. In my tunnel-vision, in my singular focus to fuck Mom, I had started to do things I would never dream of doing before. I felt myself slipping away, I felt myself becoming the arrogant jock, douchebag everyone always initially thought I was. I was becoming the very person I worked so hard to not be seen as.
My arrogance had gone through the roof. I was using my sexuality aggressively in every facet of life. I was flirting with girls for a purpose, like, for example, flirting for help on homework, or tests, like I did with Carrie. I was using girls, which was not a cool thing to be doing. I was flirting with girls that I knew had boyfriends and seeing how far I could get with them. I was testing my own power, using my sexuality as a weapon the way Mom had, but I found that I wasn't necessarily as cold-blooded as Mom was in that fashion. I felt guilt, while clearly, she felt none.
I was involving others in my games. Guys had seen me talking to their girls and they got pissed at me, rightly so. Even though I had never taken it all the way, the fact that I was infringing on other guys' territory, so to speak, that was enough for other guys to hate me. To cause a fight between an otherwise happy couple, and, in one case, a break-up. I was callous enough at the time to not be bothered by it, but my exploits had reached a head with Casey.
I had used her as I had other girls. I had used her as a weapon to attack Mom. Sure, she had clearly enjoyed being used in a sense, even though she didn't know what she was truly being used for. Nonetheless, I had used her. And in doing so I had broken a friendship that had lasted for years between her and my mom, as well as her relationship with her boyfriend, a rich doctor who would no doubt give her a comfortable life. And, I kinda think I had broken Casey in the same way Mom claimed she had broken me. Casey had become super into me, and she was eager to hook up whenever we got the chance. I had kinda made her addicted to me. And I totally took advantage of that and really enjoyed it, but part of me knew what I had done was messed up. Even though Mom was cold-blooded in many ways to me lately, I felt bad that I had severed one of her best friendships.
Mom was right about one thing: I had to move on from her. For my own sanity, I had to move on from her. I hoped that being free from her sphere of influence would help me. Being away from her, and her tight, jiggly body, was probably the best thing for me. In order to move on, I had to evolve. I had to become a different person and not follow the path I had been marching down, one which would have led me to disaster. To ruin. If I kept going the way I had, I would have become a monster. And I didn't want that. For my own sake, I needed this. To find a nice girl, to be a good boyfriend, to be a good man. To not be solely focused on the needs of my dick. I'm sure that would be a hard journey, knowing the stories I had heard about the type of girls I would come across in school. I would have to wean myself off those girls I solely wanted to hook up with, and find a girl with something more.
Most importantly, I had to expunge Mom from my mind. I had to stop thinking about her, stop jacking off to thoughts of her body. If I had to move on, I needed to do it completely, and the only way to do so was forget about the perfection that was Mom's body. I vowed to myself that I would never spill another load of cum to thoughts of her. I was done. I had to be. It would be tough, it would be hard, but it was for the best. I had to move on.
I didn't realize just how fast I would do so.
I reached school without any major issues and was able to unload the contents of my over-packed car into my dorm room, my new home. I was surrounded by new people, a new set of peers. I had the chance to reinvent myself, to have a fresh start. And I vowed to take advantage.
My roommate was named Luke and he seemed like a nice enough guy. He was a guy more into computers and games and stuff like that than I was. In high school, I may have been a lot of things, but I was never a bully. With that said, with guys like Luke, I never had anything in common with them, so I just never really interacted with them. But, like I said, I was vowing to be a better person, and so I made it a point to expand my horizons and try to take an interest in those things. So, despite our obvious differences, we actually got along really well. He was a cool guy, and if I needed help with anything, he was there for me. He was a good guy, and he became one of my better friends during my first year of college.
But honestly, he plays a small role in the story of my college life. The real star of that story for me was Carmen. And the part she would play was a huge one.
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"Okay guys, this year can be pretty easy." Carmen began, addressing everyone on my floor. "I'm not too strict. I won't be all over you guys, but that being said, I do enforce the rules. If I see any alcohol, I will confiscate it, and..."
"Drink it." some guy finished with a self-impressed laugh.
"Yeah, good one." Carmen replied quickly, unimpressed. I smiled. "And, if I find any drugs or anything illegal, I will not hesitate to call the police. I have them on speed dial. I know this is college, and some things are inevitable, but I don't want to see it. Act around me like you would around your grandma. And one last thing, this is my last year of pre-med, so my workload is pretty heavy at the moment, so I would appreciate it if you could keep it quiet. Preferably, all the time, but especially when it's late. I know it's a lot to ask, especially for some of you..." she said, glancing around the room at a few people, including a quick glance at me. "But if all of you could do your best to make this as smooth of an experience as possible for all of us, it would make me very happy. And that should be everyone's goal here, to make me happy." The room of freshman laughed at this. She smiled slyly. "Does anyone have any questions?"
