Of course it had to be my son. Of course. I spent years looking for my match, and after all that, I just had to give birth to him. My son had taken my genes and used them wisely. Even from the beginning, I would easily admit he was hot. As a Mom, you don't say these things, but I knew with his looks he could be a ladykiller. But now, with where my mind was at and what we had been though, I had to admit that Tom was one of the hottest guys I had ever been around. He had a cute face, and his smile could make any girl melt. His dark hair maintained that balance between styled and shaggy, and his eyes always flashed with teasing and naughtiness. And his body, ooh, that body. His abs were enough to make me drool, and his butt was nice and firm and cute. Even before this whole thing started, I would catch myself glancing at his butt appreciatively whenever I got the chance. His arms had just the right amount of muscle, as did his legs. He was clearly very built without having muscles for show. He had real muscles. Overall, Tom's looks were top notch. And anything he lacked, he more than made up with his skill and talents in the game of sex and seduction, and all that combined pretty much meant I had never wanted to fuck a guy a more than I did Tom.
Yes, I still wanted to conquer him, but part of me didn't care. Part of me just wanted us to get naked and see what he could do. Just lie back, spread my legs for him like a fucking whore, and let him give me his absolute best. I knew he was skilled, and it was my right to see him in action, to see what he could do firsthand. I was his mother, after all.
I had never felt that compulsion with a guy before. I had never even had the thought of lying back and letting a man take control. I was too much of a control freak, a domineering bitch. But Tom, he had come so far from what he used to be.
He had worn me down slowly. At first, he had been pursuing me, desperate for me, to the point where he was reduced to begging. I had brought lots of guys to this position, so this was nothing new, even though it was my own son. But when he walked away to school, he suddenly did something new. He said no to me. I stewed on this while he was gone, unable to get over the fact that he had kinda gotten one over on me. He was over it, he pushed me away, he walked away from our game. At first, I wondered if I had taken this game too far and ruined my relationship with my son. Sure, we talked on the phone and stuff, but I was waiting for him to get home for Christmas to figure out where we stood. Honestly, at that point, if things had gone normal, if he returned home looking to just move on, I would have been fine with it. But he surprised me and came home with that little girlfriend of his, and paraded her in front of me.
I think that was the precise moment I became open to the idea of fucking him.
Before that, I had simply enjoyed teasing him, and got a bit of pleasure out of it, sure, but I would never have even thought of crossing that line. But when he came back and gave it back to me by supposedly 'moving on' with that ugly fucking tomboy, my competitive juices began to flow.
Tom didn't really like girls like her. I knew him. I knew what he liked. I knew what type of girl he liked. He didn't like girls who dressed down, played down their looks. He liked girly girls. He would rather have a girl dressed in pink then a girl dressed in black. And most importantly, he didn't want a younger girl at all. He wanted a real woman. After what we had been through, I imagined him ending up with a woman a lot older than him. He liked women who knew what they wanted and took it. A woman like me. Carmen was nothing like me. Okay, I guess she might be a bit witty and sarcastic, but that doesn't make her wife material. That's not enough for any guy, and not enough for Tom. I think, deep down, Tom wanted to be dominated. He would be happy to have a woman call the shots in the relationship. I think that's part of the reason he likes older women. But Carmen was not that type of girl. She was as lazy as he was. Plus, she couldn't cook for shit, and I couldn't really imagine her being especially proactive in taking care of a household. She was one of those girls who would order take-out all the time and just hire a housekeeper. Tom needed a girl to kick his ass into gear every so often. He needed a wife to be like a mother. So, him ending up with this girl barely older than him, a lazy little thing like her, was a surprise, cause she wasn't his type at all. I was his type.
Carmen was a dog. That's not me disapproving of my son's choices in girls. That's simply a fact. I, just... didn't see what saw in her. I thought he had good taste. But clearly, he had a blind spot for her. Her face was plain, like, a blank. I would have trouble describing her since she was that boring looking. Her body wasn't up to snuff. It was just like her. A reflection of her laziness and lack of care. She was a bit of a fatty. I mean, Tom was the fucking quarterback in high school. He could have joined the university team if he tried. Watching him play would make any girl want him. (I totally lied to Tom before about how I felt about football players. I luuuuved football players. Tom was wrong about a lot of things, but he was right on about that.) With his looks, and with his body, Tom had his choice of girls. He could be with the slimmest, sexiest, bustiest girl on campus. But he chose Carmen. A girl with, like, 20 extra pounds, a plain face, floppy breasts, a saggy ass. I just, I just didn't get it. This girl was not good enough for him.
I knew him, and I knew I checked off all the boxes of what he wanted in a woman. Older, aggressive, enormous breasts, hot ass. So the idea of him settling for this girl, who was obviously just a rebound from me, seemed infuriating. What, they knew each other, like, four months, tops, and they had only been dating for two? It seemed like Tom was trying to convince himself he was over me.
He wasn't. He was still into me. He just suppressed it. Buried it. He had been into me for years. You don't get over that type of deep-seeded, raw attraction that quickly. No fucking way. The thought of him lying to himself made me mad.
And the thought of changing his mind made me wet.
Part of me loved the fact he was deluding himself so deeply. The idea of me slowly chipping away at his defenses, making him admit he still wanted me, breaking through those barriers he worked so hard to build up, corrupting him, stealing his affection away from his girlfriend, proving how much hotter he found his mom over her, God, that sounded fucking hot to me. Just because she was with him now didn't mean they belonged together. I got there first. I mean, sure, I had turned him away, but that didn't mean I still didn't have a stake in him. He was mine first. I simply wanted to take him back.
I hadn't been interested in Tom at first, but the thought of reducing him back to that whimpering, begging state he had been in before he left for school drove me crazy. Back when I was in school, I loved making those arrogant, jackass frat guys, who thought that they were God's gift to women, beg for me. I loved breaking through their arrogance and reducing them to their basest forms, having them on their knees for me. And Tom was more arrogant than all of those guys if he actually thought he was over me.
As I explained before, I was willing to take this as far as I needed to. Tom was a disobedient boy who'd forgotten where he came from. Ignored where his true feelings lied. Ignored what woman he really wanted. I didn't plan to actually let this get as far as actually having sex with him, but I would if I had to. I thought simply turning up the heat would be enough to make him putty in my hands.
So, when he went back to school, I resumed teasing him. If he wants to parade that little cunt around my house, I would turn up the heat on him flirting with him, letting him know how far I was willing to go. I sent him lots of slutty pictures, pictures no mother should send her son. I didn't think it would take long for him to break, but I was shocked at how unaffected he was by my work. I think the video I sent made a dent with him, but he recovered well. And when I pushed harder, he pushed back. And when we had our little fight, and he yelled and screamed at me, saying horribly vicious things to his own mother, I had never been so turned on. I had never had anyone speak to me that way. So disrespectful! For years, people yearned for my attention and were too afraid of saying the wrong thing and making me mad. Not Tom. My maneuvering had inspired his passionate anger, and even though his words were vicious, I realized the anger and passion behind them was a good sign for me.
