You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 06

I wanted to be with someone I loved, and not have someone be with me out of obligation. I waited for Tanya to emerge, and I apologized profusely. We eventually separated, and for a while I hoped that would be the end of it. I had done something really dumb and I would never do it again. I had learned my lesson. I hoped I had escaped scot free. That was until Tanya came to me after class a few weeks later and said we needed to talk. I was filled with dread, knowing what I was about to hear.

When she told me she was pregnant, I felt like scum. I had affected three lives, mine, hers, and our soon to be child, just for one moment of selfish pleasure. My dark side had taken over for a few minutes, and that changed my life forever. She wasn't exactly happy about the situation, and neither was I, but I comforted her in these emotional moments. My guilt forced me to be strong for her, to give her something solid in this unstable time. Both of our upbringings made it so neither of us considered any option other than having this child and raising it together. My wolfish thoughts had come true. Me and Tanya were forced to be together.

We started dating soon after, and we started to like each other. Like I said, she was a really cool, great girl. Her personality matched her body. She was really cool and nice, although I could tell she had a bit of an edge at times. I was smitten with her, not only for her body, but for her as a whole. And, she soon liked me to, but honestly, I was never quite sure if her liking of me was one of true affection and attraction or if it was just cause we kind of had to like each other. And really, I'm still not sure. She has been a great wife and mother, but I still have to wonder if she would have married me if the pregnancy wasn't in the picture. I kinda doubt she would have.

I mean, she likes me as a guy, sure, but I don't know if she likes me in a way a woman likes a man she intends to marry. To this day, I am positive my love for her probably outweighs the love she feels for me. She loves me, yeah, but I am pretty sure she isn't exactly head over heels in love with me. We love each other, but with what brought us together, there is a certain hollowness at the center of our relationship. I couldn't look at her without feeling guilt over how I deceived her to be with me. And when she looked at me, I just had to wonder if she knew what I did, or even suspected. Our relationship was based on a lie, and deep down, we both knew it.

And, like a lot of people who probably aren't truly meant to be with each other, we got married after we graduated school. We moved to the suburbs, now living together as man and wife. I'm sure this wasn't how either of us expected our lives to go. I certainly didn't normally pursue girls like her, and knowing her, I was pretty sure I wasn't completely her type either. But we were bound together, and both of us did our best to make the best of things. And then we had Tom.

Tom was the best thing that happened to us. Tom really gave our relationship some true substance. It brought us together in a way marrying each other didn't. We had this little baby to care for, and looking at him erased a lot of the guilt and regret we both felt. We had a child. We made life together. I had never been happier, and looking at my wife, neither had she.

I vowed to be a good father to Tom, and a good husband and provider to Tanya. I had a good mind for business, and I found a good job out of school pretty quickly. I worked hard at a small company, helping build it up and bring in money for my family. At first, I was the good father, being home every night, spending as much time with my son and helping Tanya with anything she needed around the house. I didn't want to make her work. I wanted to at least give her that, after what I had done.

Over time, my company grew and I began to travel more. This meant I was bringing in more money, but it meant more time away from home. As I sold luxury private airplanes to VIP's, I left my wife and son at home.

I know that sounds bad, leaving my wife alone at home, but in a way, it might have been for the best. Our son brought us together, but our relationship still had its flaws. As I said before, sexually, I couldn't keep up with her. While I was by no means a slouch in bed, Tanya was on a different level. This was the punishment for my sin. I was married to a woman who was incredibly sexy and had the greatest body I had ever seen, but every time we were together I almost felt emasculated. I was supposed to be, you know, the man in bed. It wasn't like I could admit my wife could fuck circles around me without breaking a sweat. I knew she was the unique one in the situation and I was the normal one, but it still kinda sucked. She was a goddess married to a mere mortal. And I was reminded of that fact every time we were together. That was my punishment, and I knew deep down I deserved it.

My guilt lessened as me and Tanya settled into a married groove. Life was good, overall. We had been together so long that we both got comfortable with our life and each other. I loved my wife, and I knew she loved me. There was warmth and love between us. But still, every so often, I would catch her eyeing up some guy, or some guy doing the same to her, and I couldn't help but wonder if she would ever cross that line. Would her need overwhelm her? I know her more than anyone, and I know that if she ever did cheat, I would know. I would see it on her. And so I knew she had never cheated on me. But I also knew deep down that she had thought about it.

Even though there might be a divide between me and Tanya in certain ways, I vowed that I would never let there be a divide between me and my son. Tom was a good kid, and as he got older, I needed to be a good father and not let him make the same mistakes I had made. And I quickly realized that would be tough. I could tell at a young age that Tom would be trouble. Tom reminded me of guys I went to school with. He was a handsome young man and he was also extremely charming. Tom had a way with words and I knew that could get him in a lot of trouble. I vowed to instill good values in him. He might not have always enjoyed it, but I knew it was for the best to instill a good work ethic in him, and make sure he knew he couldn't rely on his family's wealth. Obviously, it was not like he was cut off or anything. We had money, and if he needed it, he could get it. But I didn't want to raise a spoiled brat. If he wanted some new gadget or toy, he needed to work for it. It was frustrating for him, I'm sure, but I know it was for the best.

And I think it worked out. Tom had become a good young man. He was slick and charming, but his heart was in the right place. The last thing I wanted was for my son to become one of those arrogant, spoiled jocks I hated in school. I wanted him to have a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he acted out a bit, but college seemed to have calmed him down. He found a great girl, Carmen, and it seemed like the perfect girl for him. Someone to call him out on his bravado, someone to keep him humble, someone that knew how to handle him. And plus, they just seemed on the same page on things. When he left to head back to school and I shook his hand, I had never felt more proud as a father. I had done something right.

However, something was off with Tanya. I knew her well, so I knew something was up. Even though I was gone a lot, I was pretty sure I had my finger on the pulse of what happened at home, and what both Tom and Carmen were feeling. Things had been pretty normal until Tom left for school. Maybe it was empty nest syndrome or something, but Tanya had become short with me lately. Something had her distracted and bothered. At first, I suspected that maybe she was having an affair, but I realized it had something to do with Tom. This was confirmed to me when Tom came back with Carmen. The whole time they were back, Tanya seemed upset. Bothered by something. Mad that Tom seemed to have moved on from needing his folks, maybe, I don't know. Every time I brought it up to her, she shut me down quickly. Something was definitely up with her. I was worried, deep down, that with Tom out of the house, and me gone all the time, the door was more open than ever for her to have an affair, and I knew I had to intercept her before anything happened.

Work was offering me the opportunity to accept a promotion, which would allow me to bring in a lot more money, but would also mean that I would be on the road 300 days a year. The money was tempting, but I knew what I had to do. I had to step back, transition to a more local, steady position, cut out the travel, and be at home with my wife. I had spent years being a good provider. Now, it was time to be a good husband.

If I truly understood my wife the way I thought I did, that was what she was mad about. She needed her husband, now more than ever.

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Chapter 9: Game On

(Tom)

"I have a surprise for you." I told Carmen, smiling mischievously as I led her down the hall of our floor.

"Good luck topping your last surprise." Carmen said warmly. As we stepped up to my door, I glanced at her, eager to see her reaction. I pushed open the door to my room, as we both looked into my dark room, lit only by a low light. As she stepped in cautiously, I spoke up.

"Close your eyes." I said, and she complied. I guided her into place. "Now, I know you and Mom got off on the wrong foot, so I thought this might help. So... open your eyes." I said, smiling wolfishly. She opened her eyes, eager to see the surprise, and I saw her smile drop in confusion.

"Surprise!" Mom said. I could understand Carmen's confusion, cause you see, Mom was in my bed, the sheet of my bed the only thing covering her. And it was truly the only thing, cause she was completely naked under that sheet. I could see the way her massive breasts bulged out from under the sheet, stacked on top of each other as she laid on her side, flashing her bedroom eyes at us.

"What's going on?" Carmen asked, worried.

"I was telling Tom how much I fucking hated you. How I thought you were just a sad, pathetic little girl. And just ugly, like really, really ugly... and he agreed. But, he did say he still loved you, and he wanted us to get along. So... I suggested what better way for us to get to know each other than a nice, healthy threesome?"

"What?" Carmen said.

"You heard me." Mom chided. "You, me, and my son are going to have sex. A threesome, like I said. But, I expect it will go the way my other threesomes went. Meaning, he will fuck me, and only me. In all three holes, no doubt. And you will just... have to fit in, whatever way you can. You will aid us in or journey. You will make the sex me and my son have, like, way better. When I'm sucking his dick, I want you fingering me, making me wet and ready. While I ride his cock, you will suck his balls. Or, you will help me drive into him even harder than I already will be. If he can keep his hands off of them, I want your lips on my nipples, sucking them, squeezing my big breasts, admiring their superiority to yours. And when we're both about to cum, I want your ugly fucking face buried in my ass, sucking my asshole, making it nice and wet with your tongue, cause we all now that's where his cock will be going next. Me and him will spend the night cumming like crazy, you won't cum at all, and you'll never fuck that cock of his again. Then, we will truly all be bonded together, won't we? Sounds fair, right. Right? I think so. Don't you?"

"Yes." I replied from behind Carmen.

"Uh, no." Carmen said, looking back at me, wondering if I had gone insane. But as she looked at me, she realized whose side I was on. I was already naked, and I walked past her, my attention on Mom.

"Oh, well, that's too bad, hon. Well then, you can either watch the action, or just fucking leave. I don't give a fuck." Mom said. She turned to look at me, and her lips curled into horny smile. "Now, son. Come home. Come home to your mother."

With that, Mom pulled the sheet off of her, exposing her bare flesh to me. As she did, she spread her legs apart, invitingly. And as this image hit me, as I was confronted with the body of my dreams...

I woke up.

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Carmen didn't notice a thing. I think she was still basking in the post engagement glow. And I envied how care-free she could be. When we had sex, I could feel her passion for me. And when we went out, either to dinner, the movies or just strolling around, I could feel her love for me. I could see her coming out of her shell, letting her snark fade away in favor of the genuine love she felt for me.

I was jealous of her. I wanted that feeling. I wanted to be that care-free. I wanted to be solely focused on how much I loved this girl. And I still did, obviously. But Carmen didn't see the turmoil I was going through. She didn't sense that sometimes my mind was elsewhere.

I loved Carmen with all my heart, and honestly, as cheesy as it might sound, that love made our sex even better, so I was able to honestly say, despite the many adventures I had had, Carmen gave me the best sex of my life. The problem was, after recent events, I wish I could be totally thinking about her when I fuck her.

Mom had invaded my mind. She had re-entered my dreams again, with a vengeance. Her appearances were less subtle and more direct. This was a different Mom than any I had confronted before in my dreams. Something was different inside her. She spat venom at every turn. Every dream was her providing vicious reminders of how much she hated my fiancée. I wanted to ignore her, but every night, there she was, in my head, filling my brain with intrusive thoughts, bad thoughts of my fiancée.

I tried to drown these thoughts in the happiness I was feeling. I loved Carmen. Every moment I was with her almost made me forget Mom for a little while. Over the past semester, she had done the job, at least until Mom made her last salvo. Now, I was back to where I started.

It was like I had survived a hurricane. My house had been destroyed, but I had survived. So, I rebuilt my house from scratch, better than before, making it stronger, fortifying its defenses. But now, another hurricane was coming. I knew my defenses were stronger this time, and I knew this house wouldn't crumble, but there was no way to know for certain till the hurricane hit.

Mom had her tendrils in me already. I knew that, yet I couldn't resist leaving them in for a little bit. That movie Mom sent, it was... addicting. I watched it every day. I don't know what was more thrilling, the image of Mom gulping down my cum like a thirsty slut or the fact that after everything I had gone through, I had true proof that I hadn't been wrong. I had truly made a dent with her. My mom, this supposedly unbeatable, unflinching sex goddess, was not infallible after all. She had worn me down, made me feel low, like a twisted pervert. She made me doubt myself, but in the end, I had been right. I had a chance with Mom. That dream could happen.

Knowing this shouldn't matter though, right? I had moved on. I found love in the arms of another, something far greater than the one-minded lust I felt for Mom. I had expunged Mom from my system, like an alcoholic going through detox. And I had done it. The cravings were gone. But I had had another taste of that sweet temptation. It was in my pores again. I could only hope I had the strength to resist that addiction again.

Carmen didn't notice the conflict I was going through, and that was probably for the best. I had no idea how I would explain that to her.

Good thing I was away from Mom. Not sucked into her presence, a victim of her pheromones. I was at school, a safe place, outside of her influence. I was surrounded by peers, friends, and my fiancée. Lots of shields between Mom and me. I knew the best thing to do was to keep our distance far and our communications brief. I couldn't let her work her magic and play her games.

But as much as I hated to admit it, a part of Mom was already here. She had already invaded this safe place. And she did that through me. She was in my head now, and in other places. Cause even though I loved Carmen, and we had sex, like, five times a week, Mom made her presence there as well. Cause when I came, after a vigorous bout of sex with my fiancée, I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Mom in those moments. I couldn't help but imagine Mom in Carmen's place, her body exposed to me, her bent over in front of me as I fuck her. And I couldn't stop myself for one simple reason.

Thinking of Mom made me cum harder than I ever had in my fucking life.

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I thought I was safe. Mom had made her presence known, but her reach was limited. She had made her move, but I had been caught from behind. Now, I was on alert. I was trying to wean myself from her, cutting down on how many times I watched that recording of her swallowing my cum. Watched her chug it down, watched her throat gulp as she did so, and seeing her reaction, knowing that she loved the gift I had given her.

Uh, anyway, that was that. Things were great with me and Carmen. Stronger than ever. Mom's distraction had made a dent, sure, but I still stood strong. I was stronger than ever. I could handle her. I knew I could. She didn't have a chance.

It had been a few weeks, and I already was well on my way from expunging Mom from my system again. She had made no move to contact me. In her arrogance, I'm sure she wanted me to make the first move. But I would never do that. I would never grovel for her. I would never beg. Not again. She had broken me down before, but now, I was stronger than ever.

And then I returned to my dorm.

I returned to my dorm building in the early afternoon, entering my third week back from break. I walked into the lobby of the dorm, onto to realize there was a commotion there, and a very familiar voice.

"Well, I am very flattered, Erik." the woman's voice said, looking at the tall young black guy standing next to her.

"We're serious." Another guy, a guy I knew a little, named Scotty, said. "You should come. It's off campus, at the frat house. We have music, drinks, beer pong, some other substances, whatever you could want."

"Mmmm, that does sound tempting." The woman said. "It's been a long time since I went to a college party. I wonder if I could keep up with you all."

"I think you could." Erik said. The woman smiled confidently at him.

"I know." she said, self-assured. "You might be surprised what I'm capable of. The things I did in my day would probably make you all blush."

"Try me." Scotty said. She paused.

"Well," she began quietly, about to share a secret. Then, she caught sight of me. "Tom!"

Both of the guys turned to look at me, confused. I looked back at the woman, just as confused. What the fuck was Mom doing here?

I stepped forward slightly as Mom sauntered over. She wore tight, slim jeans, molding to her lower half. She wore a bright blue top, low-cut enough to show off the canyon of cleavage between her breasts, and her top was tight enough to show off their round shape. Her high heels clicked on the tile floor as she walked towards me.

She stepped into me and gave me a tight hug, and I just stood there and took it, not reciprocating. She stepped back and looked at me, smiling wide.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, humorlessly. I didn't want to play anymore. But if she had evil intentions, she didn't show it.

"Well, I got the urge to make a trip up here. You've been pretty quiet lately, and I thought this would be a good chance to come up here and, you know, catch up."

"It's only been, like, two weeks." I said. I looked at her, trying to figure out her angle. She just smiled knowingly.

"C'mon Tom!" she urged girlishly. "It's been half a year and I haven't seen my son's dorm room."