I fucked the shit out of your mom-1

Your dad and you didn’t have the bio-genetic radar to notice the threat that was under your noses. I was getting ready to bang the shit out of your mom.
I started out by introducing myself. I made her laugh. I asked her out to dinner and showed her what it feels like to be out in public with a man who commands respect.
You saw me picking her up in my car and dropping her back home. You saw her glance at her phone and smile at my texts. How did you not realize that each instance was more grease on the well oiled path from my dick to her sweet pussy? After all the bitches at school who you watched me slather with lube and slip everything I had inside, how could you not see?

You told yourself whatever you had to. You said it was nice that she was making friends. That it was normal for a woman her age to wear lip gloss when meeting a “friend” of her son. You invented whatever excuse you had to avoid the fact that your mom was starting to crave my cock.
To be fair, it’s not like she realized it all either. The key to being an alpha is to seem effortless and always be a step ahead. I was pulling lots of tricks to get her subconsciously focused on sex. When I was with her, I’d use hand gestures to draw her vision to my groin, where tight briefs showed off my girth. I drove past strip clubs that had flashing marquees of bare breasts. And of course, when she was in my car, we only listened to rap music that described in detail the kinds of fucking I soon would do to her.