You Couldn't Handle Me Ch. 05byTheTalkMan©
(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 7: Christmas
"You look nervous." Carmen said, looking over at me and putting her hand on my thigh as I drove.
"Oh." I said, "Um, well, me and my mom didn't leave on the best of terms." I explained vaguely.
"Really?" she asked. "About what?"
"Um..." I paused. "That would take far too long to explain." I said with a laugh. "It's nothing too severe, you know, we've been cordial on the phone and stuff like that. It was just, when I left for school, we had a bit of a fight, so I'm interested to see how she treats me."
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Carmen said. "She's your mother. She'll forget about all that once her baby boy walks through the door." she said with a smile.
"Yeah, you're probably right." I agreed.
"I mean, look at you." she began. "You are a lot different than the McGee I first met. You seem more... sure. More confident. Happier. And plus, you have a super awesome girlfriend. She'll be proud. I'm sure of it."
I smiled at this, but I wasn't sure if it was accurate. Carmen didn't know my mother. I wasn't too afraid when Carmen and I made this plan for her to come home with me for Christmas, but as we got closer to heading home, the more nervous I got. Nervous about what Mom had planned for me. Nervous if Mom still wanted to play our little game. Nervous about what Mom would think of Carmen.
But Carmen was right. I was a changed man. I had grown up a lot in these last few months. I had a mature relationship with a woman much closer to my age. Despite everything that had happened between us, she was still my mom. She would be proud of my growth and maturity. Right?
As I drove through my neighborhood, I remembered that the last time I drove away, I was angry. Now, I returned a changed man. I had moved on from that immature, lustful crush on my own mother into a mature and adult relationship with Carmen. Returning home, I was happy. And Mom would have to deal with that.
I saw my home in the distance, and I steeled my nerves, ready for the moment I had been dreading for months. Mom and I, face-to-face again. I pulled up in the driveway, turned off the car, and smiled at Carmen. As she put her hoodie back on, I stepped out of my car and breathed in the cool, late afternoon air. I looked at my house and held my breath. This was it. I stepped towards the front door and opened it, stepping inside, into the lion's den. I heard approaching footsteps from the kitchen. I looked over just in time to see Mom appear, leaning around the corner.
"Tom!" Mom called out, tossing the towel in her hands to her side. From behind her, more footsteps as Dad appeared.
"There he is!" Dad called out, a big smile on his face. Both of my parents approached me proudly, but my eyes went to Mom. Despite having moved on from her, I couldn't help but look at her, and appreciate her. She was still as gorgeous as ever. Her black hair hung in waves past her shoulders, her tan made her skin glow, and her boobs looked bigger than ever. My time away from her almost made me forget how massive they truly were. I had no idea how she packed those basketballs into her lime-green tank top. Her slim, stylish jeans completed her look. But, I was not as awestruck as I used to be. I could appreciate her, but I would not be obsessed. Not again.
I looked at Mom's face, gauging her reaction, seeing if any of the tease remained. But she looked back at me warmly, genuine happiness painted across her as she beamed proudly. And I knew then she had moved on, like I had.
"Hi, Mom." I said, holding out my arms. She moved in close and hugged me, her breasts pressing against my chest as she clutched me tightly.
"It's so good to have you back home." she said softly, genuinely. I pulled back from her and smiled before turning to face Dad.
"Hey son." Dad said, holding out his hand. I took it in mine.
"Hey Dad." I said as he pulled me in, patting my back proudly.
"How was your drive?" he asked.
"Oh, it was fine." I said. "Oh!" I exclaimed, realizing what I had left behind. "I have a surprise."
Both Mom and Dad looked at me curiously as I smiled mischievously, backing towards the entrance. I moved towards the door and pulled it open. There, on the front steps, stood a slightly nervous Carmen.
"You didn't have to leave me behind." she said with a smile.
"Well, I had to set up the moment, you know, make it dramatic." I justified.
"Who's this?" Dad asked.
"Um, well, this is... Carmen." I said, moving close to her, taking her hand in mine as she waved at them. Carmen glanced at my folks, first at my dad and then Mom. I didn't have to look at where she was looking to know she had caught a glimpse of Mom. Her eyes widened, as if someone had made a shocking comment to her.
I turned to glimpse at Mom. I couldn't help but watch Mom's reaction.
Her face flashed many emotions. First, a curiosity at the sight of this girl in front of her, curious at where this was going. Then, I watched her smile fade as I took Carmen's hand in mine. This was followed by a quick, full glimpse at the girl in front of her, appraising her, followed by a slight smile. Then, her lips pursed slightly looking slightly mad.
"Hi." Carmen said lightly. "You're, uh..." she began.
"That's Mom and Dad." I confirmed, knowing exactly what was going through her head. She looked sideways at me and smiled, as if she had something good on me now. I turned away from her.
"Me and her, uh, have been kinda together for a few months now." I explained to Mom and Dad. "Her family is traveling, so I... um, told her she could stay with us."
"Well..." Mom began, "I wish you had told us." she said, scratching her head.
"I wanted to make it a surprise." I replied. "Is there a problem?" I asked pointedly. She looked at me, holding my gaze for a second or two before she smiled an annoyed smile.
"Of course not." she said with a put-on grin. "Just... not prepared to have a guest, you know." she turned to look at Carmen. "So, uh, how'd you two meet?" she asked.
"Oh, well, we live on the same floor." Carmen said.
"You look a little older than him?" Mom quizzed.
"Oh, uh, yeah, well, I'm 22. I'm kind of... the RA on his floor." Carmen said.
"Do they allow that?" Mom asked coolly.
"Uh, well, I don't think they really encourage it, but... well, you know, things happen." Carmen explained.
"You dog, you." Dad said, smiling at me. I smiled back.
"Yeah, we've been together a few months, and it's going really well." I said, clutching her hand lightly, and she returned the favor.
"He's treating you right?" Dad asked her.
"A perfect gentleman." Carmen replied.
"Well, that's not the Tom I know." Dad said with a laugh, causing Carmen to laugh in response. I glanced at Mom. She still did not look pleased at this surprise of mine. She noticed my glance, and her expression softened.
"Well, I guess Tom can show you up to the guest room." Mom suggested.
"Well, uh, I was thinking she would just stay in my room." I said. "Is that a problem?" I asked, daring Mom to forbid it. Her lips pursed again, but before she could reply...
"Of course not." Dad said, putting his hand on Mom's shoulder. Mom glanced at him, annoyed. "Right?"
Mom put on a pained smile.
"Of course." Mom said.
"Well... lead the way, McGee." Carmen said to me.
"McGee?" Mom questioned.
"Yeah, that's, uh, that's how we talk up at school. It's what us cool kids do." I replied. "Stay close, Tanucci. It's easy to get lost in here."
We began to walk towards the stairs when Mom spoke up.
"Carmen, dear, we're having steak tonight? Does that work for you?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, sure." Carmen affirmed. As I began to lead her up the stairs, she continued. "Don't worry, I'm not into that hippie vegetarian stuff. I'm a meat-eater." she said with a light giggle.
"Yeah, good one, Tanucci. Real subtle." I said to her as we reached the landing.
"I didn't think it was that bad." she replied.
I thought about my parent's reactions. Dad seemed happy at the revelation of my new girlfriend, but Mom definitely looked annoyed. Was she annoyed simply because of having her plans missed up, or maybe mad that I had truly moved on? Wait, it doesn't matter. I moved on from her. She would just have to deal with that. I pushed Mom out of my mind as I led Carmen into my room. Knowing we were out of earshot, she spoke up.
"Well..." Carmen said, smiling smugly. "That's your Mom?" she said with a laugh.
"Yeah." I said, dropping my head, knowing where this was going.
"I'm sorry Tom, but you have to know, your mom is, like, stupid gorgeous." Carmen said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I said, turning away.
"I'm guessing all the boys loved coming to Tommy's house to play." Carmen teased.
"Okay, get it out of your system now." I said, setting down my bag on my bed.
"You know what the first thing I noticed was?" she asked. "Her abundant, generous personality." she said with a laugh, holding her hands in front of her, the universal symbol for huge breasts.
"Yeah." I called out, eager for this line of conversation to end.
"I'm sorry, McGee. It's hard not to notice." she said with a laugh, grabbing my arm lightly.
"Yeah, I know." I said.
"You've had to deal with guys drooling over her your whole life, haven't you?" she asked knowingly.
"Yeah." I said, looking down at her, smiling lightly.
"Well, now, you'll have to deal with guys drooling over me." she said, smiling proudly.
"Keep up the jokes, and we won't be together long enough for that to happen." I replied. She hit my stomach lightly.
"Okay, I'll stop talking about her." Carmen said. "It's probably for the best. Cause I get the impression she doesn't like me very much." she said with a knowing lilt.
"Yeah, she's weird about stuff. She doesn't like any of my girlfriends." I explained.
"How many girlfriends have you had?" she asked.
"Thousands." I replied. She rolled her eyes and set bag down at my desk. For the first time, she studied my room, taking in the posters of bands and movies on the walls, and the general haphazard organization commonly found in the domicile of the standard American teenage male.
"This is your room?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said proudly. "Is there a problem?" I asked. She sighed.
"Ugh. You're such a boy." she replied, remarking on my taste of decoration.
"Alright, we can unpack later," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders. "Let's go downstairs and face the wolves. Get ready to get the third degree."
"Oh, well, with my masterful knowledge of dictation, I'll win your folks over in no time." she said sarcastically.
"We'll see about that." I replied, leading my girlfriend back downstairs to face my parents.
"So yeah, hopefully, if it all pans out, I'll be at home quite a bit pretty soon." Dad said, cutting his steak.
"Cool." I replied, swallowing the food in my mouth. "That'd be so weird. I can't remember the last time you worked a normal schedule from home full-time. Is this all, like, set in stone?" I asked.
"Well, Craig brought up this thing about possibly moving up to a higher position sometime next year when Del retires, but, I might have to, you know, step back a bit. This house needs some male presence now that you're gone." Dad said. "Wouldn't want this house to get too pink and girly with your mom around." he added with a laugh, leaning over to rub Mom's shoulder. She looked up from her meal and smiled at him.
Mom, Dad, Carmen and I were at the dinner table, eating dinner. Mom had cooked up my favorite, steak, and it was delicious. But I kept one eye on her, and clearly, she was not happy.
"So, what do you do again?" Carmen asked. "I'm not sure if Tom told me."
"Tom! I'm hurt." Dad said, grabbing his heart sarcastically. "You're telling me that the main topic of conversation between you two isn't your father? How dare you?" Dad joked, and I laughed dutifully. "No, uh, I work at a place that sells luxury private planes to VIP's. Um, we started pretty small, but we got some good guys designing these things. I'm just the pretty face they send out to sell the things. I fly all over the place, I meet with, you know, CEO's, the rich and famous, and even foreign political figures. All the big muckity mucks."
"Oh, that sounds interesting." Carmen said. "Do you, like, fly or anything?"
"You mean being in a plane, or like, a pilot?" Dad asked.
"I meant, like, yeah, a pilot. Can you fly a plane?" Carmen asked.
"Oh, no no. Before this job, I didn't really like being in a plane, but it's how I pay the bills." Dad replied.
"My dad's a pilot." Carmen said. "He was in the air force for a while, but now, he does, like, commercial flying."
"Oh, cool." Dad replied.
"I didn't know that." I said to Carmen.
"I thought he told you." she replied.
"You met her parents?" Mom asked, breaking her silence.
"Uh, yeah, about a month ago." I said.
"Yeah, he came over for Thanksgiving." Carmen finished, telling Mom what I had been afraid to say. "My parents hate all my boyfriends, but they like this bozo, so maybe I picked right this time." Carmen said, pointing her thumb at me.
"Bozo?" I said, questioning her wording with a laugh.
"Wait, you were at her place for Thanksgiving?" Mom asked.
"Uh, yeah." I said. "Is that a problem?" I asked.
"I thought you said you were with friends?" Mom asked.
"Well, this bozo is a friend." I said, pointing at Carmen. She smiled at me co-opting her word.
"Seems like more than a friend." Mom replied, looking at me. I shrugged.
"Yeah, seems like it." I said. "Is that a problem?"
"No." Mom began, staring at me. "It just seems like you were keeping her a secret from us."
"Of course not." I said with a knowing smile, glancing at Carmen. "Trust me, I'm not shy. When I feel like it's time to say something, I say it. You know that, Mom." I said, looking at her pointedly. The sides of her lips curled up ever so slightly at this, but I couldn't completely break her annoyance at the situation.
"So why did you hide me from your parents, McGee?" Carmen asked with a pointed smile.
"Maybe I liked you being my secret." I said to her. She smiled at this, knowing like I did that part of the fun we've had out of being together was the sneaking around.
"So..." Dad began, "What are you going into, Carmen?"
"Oh, I'm in pre-med. Going to be a doctor. I'm gonna, you know, cut people open." she said.
"What, uh, branch of medicine you going into?" Dad asked.
"I don't know yet." Carmen said. "I'm gonna obviously see what I like when I actually, you know, do my internships and stuff, but I guess I always imagined being a surgeon."
"Oh, so it looks you might be the bread winner here." Dad said. "You'll be taking care of my son while he decides what he wants to do with his life."
"Thanks, Dad." I replied, his joke hitting a little too close to home.
"Well, do you know what direction you want to go yet?" he asked.
"Well, I'm still deciding." I began.
"We talked about this, and he might... well, he might go into the medical field too." Carmen mentioned.
"Is that right?" Dad mentioned.
"Um, I don't know for sure." I began.
"This girl got hurt on our floor and he was so good with her. Helping her. He probably has better bedside manner than I do." Carmen said proudly.
"Really?" Dad said.
"Well, don't... sound so surprised, Dad." I said.
"Could it be, my son, a doctor?" Dad speculated.
"Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. I'm still deciding. And I don't even know if I'm smart enough to be a doctor." I said.
"McGee, you can be anything you want to be if you put your mind to it." Carmen said with joking sincerity, putting her hand on my knee.
"Awww." I replied, mocking her motivational speech.
"So, what happened to football?" Mom asked.
"Oh, well, I don't know, I just... I just didn't really want to go through it anymore. And besides, it's not like I actually had a chance to make the team. And, it's just... being on the field was making me super competitive all the time, and I didn't like the guy I was becoming." I said, glancing at Mom, knowing that she knew exactly what type of guy I would have become.
"Oh. Okay." Dad said, nodding.
We made small talk for a while as we ate. I told them about my classes, and how school was going, you know, the rundown. Mom was pretty quiet during the whole meal. She was paying attention, but the annoyance she was feeling was clear. I spent most of the meal wondering why she was so mad. Sure, I'm guessing part of it was that she was mad I surprised her with having a girlfriend, and springing it on her, and suddenly having a guest at home. But those were things a normal mom would be annoyed with, and my mom was definitely not normal, nor was my relationship with her. The last thing that happened before I left was our big fight, telling her that I was done playing her games. Things had been pretty clandestine between us whenever we talked on the phone, and we when she first saw me here, she seemed happy to see me, until she saw Carmen and she knew I now had a serious girlfriend.
There was something more to her anger. Could it be maybe... jealousy? Mom had always claimed she was never interested, but now that she saw me with another girl, were her feminine competitive juices flowing? Did she now want what she can't have? Not that I cared, I mean, I was truly over her. Was this jealousy though, I wasn't sure. I know she enjoyed toying with me, so maybe me having a girlfriend truly confirmed that I was done with her, that she didn't have me wrapped around her finger anymore. Maybe she was mad that she couldn't play her games anymore, that I had succeeded in getting over her. Maybe she was worried cause she had never had a guy get over her before. Maybe she was worried she had lost a step, that was losing some of her skill. But like I said, it didn't really matter. I was happy with Carmen, and that's all that mattered.