Total Reload
Chapter Three
Jamie slammed and locked her bedroom door amid a cloud of profanity. She screamed at Brooks while pitching her precious books out her bedroom window, letting them tumble into the alley below.
“Hey! What are you doing? We can’t afford to replace those books!”
“You think I give a fuck, bitch boy? Call the motherfucking cops! I’d rather be in jail than locked up with you!”
“This is your home, and I’m your son,” he said, his voice breaking.
“No! My home is with Michael. At least he’s been honest with me! I trusted you! How could you do this to me? You fucking monster!”
More books rained down into the alleyway. There was no place to put them, and once Brooks went outside to pick them up, they fell in pieces.
“Stop that!”
“If I had any matches, I’d set this goddamned place on fire!”
Day 207
“How’s things at your house with my slut?”
Brooks didn’t want to it to Michael that he’d been forced to lock up his mom in a metal dog pen while he was away from the apartment.
“I’ve been busy working on this for you.”
“Stop trying to suck my dick, you little shit. You know you’re not man enough to handle a properly trained Fuck Pig.”
“It seems like I’m the one doing the training, unless you want to take over,” Brooks said, holding the VR headset and brainwave controller out for Michael.
Sean looked at the equipment like a medieval torture device.
“Fuck you. Just show me how this shit works,” said Michael.
“Okay, it’s a simple game of going through a 3d maze that’s been rigged. Every time a choice appears on one side, the image of a big dick porn star will flash. On the other side, a naked picture of Sean will flash.”
“Hey, hey, why Sean? I’m the one making things happen here. If you two were in charge, Sean’s dad would be in there right now, slurping cum out of his old lady’s twat.”
“Because she already has feelings for Sean. They may not be sexual, but they’re good feelings. Who knows what she really feels about you?”
“She thinks I’m a great guy. I can tell you that right now.”
“Okay, Mr. Great Guy, take your scrawny pecker in there and wow the fuck out of her so I can get on with the rest of my life.”
Angered by his tone, Michael grew impatient with Brooks. Looking to speed things up, he punched Brooks as hard as he could in the gut. The young man fell to the ground, knocking over the equipment and the computer.
“Now, stand back up and show me how this project works, because as of right now, I seriously doubt your ability.”
“As I said, a picture will appear for a flash, so fast it won’t consciously . If she goes in Sean’s direction, the music changes and it subtly sounds like sex. If she goes for the big dick, she gets the faintest whiff of methyl mercaptan… It’s a test gas that smells like rotten eggs… It’s used for calibrating sensors. Never mind. If she continues to choose the big dick images she loses, but if she chooses Sean, she’ll win.”
“So what’s the spider web thingy for her head?”
“That’s an electrode net that I’ve coupled with a brain wave controller. Not only will it allow Sandy to move the mouse with her mind, but it will map her mental activity. Once we know how her mind reacts to something that turns her on, we can recreate those same feelings in her for you and Sean.”
“Don’t you want in on this, Poindexter?”
Day 157
“This is the best day of my life,” said Brooks, kissing his mother after an entire morning of sex.
“Mine, too,” she said, looking at him lost in love.
He’d been implanting memories of them fucking for a week. Each memory started the same. Jamie sat reading with her wool sock covered feet on the corner of the bed. The story, an erotic fiction, turned her on as she read, feeling her body respond as the sexual excitement overwhelmed her, and she ground her thighs together in response. Then, without invitation, Brooks entered her personal space, cupping her modest breast as he ionately kissed her. She returned the kiss and soon the two were naked in the bed together.
Every day, Brooks watched Jamie, waiting and hoping her implanted memories would become their new reality. On Saturday, it happened. Jamie arrived with a book Brooks hadn’t seen before. A paperback with a faded image on the front, caused by cheap printing and sun exposure… a lot of sun… over a long period. He noted the yellow pulp pages, but couldn’t make out the name. Then his mother squirmed in her seat as a soft moan eased out of her mouth and her breath fluttered past her trembling lower lip.
Brooks grabbed her breast, shocked to discover the nipple was already hard. When he bent down to kiss her, she rushed to meet his lips. For a woman who claimed no experience, Jamie opened her pussy wide. Her smooth legs led Brooks to a luxurious pelt of drenched womanhood. With one hand on her boob and the other diddling her wet pussy, Brooks finally looked at the name of the pulp porn-story, ‘Fucking the Cool Mom.’
Day 208
“I’ve got movers coming over to take the books back to the library, and I can’t have you yelling at the top of your lungs,” he said, tying his mother’s hands behind her back. It was the first time she’d been bound since returning from Michael’s. The ropes biting into her skins sent shivers of pleasure across her body.
“Fuck you, bitch boy!”
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I’m not a bitch boy! Whatever I did, I did for us! Me and you,” he said, slapping her ass as he held her by the hair.
Her moan didn’t escape his notice, her pale, milk colored skin reddened quickly where he left his mark. She fought the gag until he pinched her nose closed. His success cost him her hateful glare, but it had to be done. Then came the problem of keeping her still. He couldn’t exactly put her into the dog carrier, so he tied her down on her bed instead. No sooner had he finished than she pissed herself, sending Brooks into another panic of finding a towel while she laughed behind the red ball of her rope gag.
“Is that funny?” he said, slapping her wet pussy.
She growled.
He smacked it again, this time twisting the ring in her nipple.
Day 31
For one month, Brooks has braved the cold bedroom to impress his mother with his morning wood. At first he wrapped up in his robe to avoid looking suspicious, but after a week of very positive he gave ventured out into the chilly house in just his boxers. Oddly, Jamie seemed more fascinated by her son’s hard nipples than his hard cock.
Finally, he walked from the warm bed to the cold kitchen and back, naked.
“What are you doing?”
“Om, uh, well, I thought I’d try sleeping in the nude. If that’s okay?” said Brooks, successfully focusing his mother’s attention back down on his erection.
She sat mesmerized by her son’s big reveal. She hadn’t seen this part of him for years, and now it’s back in a big way. He didn’t wait on an answer or break her concentration, walking out of the bedroom to fix coffee and toast.
“I brought you a heater,” he said, returning with hot water for her cup of tea.
The hard tip of his dick peeked out from his long foreskin adorned with a glistening drop of pre-cum from masturbating in the kitchen. Overcome with curiosity, Jamie desperately wanted to pull back the sheath and see the hidden glands underneath. Again, before she could make a comment, Brooks walked away, taking his dick with him.
Day 35
Brooks awoke in a wrapped in a warm nest of covers. The room seemed extra chilly today, mom training would have to wait for warmer weather. He pulled his robe off the floor and into the bed, the cold terry cloth garment hardening his nipples. Hoping up, he tucked his erection away, tying it in place with the belt.
“Where’s Mr. Happy?”
“Hum? Um. it’s cold?”
The young man with the serious bedhead didn’t bother to explain more than shivering as braved the chilly kitchen.
“I brought you a heater,” he said, noticing her gaze stayed fixed on the lump still throbbing in the folds of cloth. Without warning, he pulled away the sides of his robe, allowing his cock to bounce into his mother’s personal space. She smiled at her son’s cock.
“Good morning, cutie,” she said with a lilt in her voice.
Day 212
Brooks wrote in his journal.
Mom’s been back home for over a week, and her termination letter from the public library arrived in the mail today. I told her about it only to be on the receiving end of a profanity laden tirade.
Without her income, my job at the Computer Repair Squad doesn’t cover our bills. I’ve got access to my college fund, but there’s not a lot saved up. Unless something changes, we’ll be on the street by the end of the year and I won’t have any way to control or take care of mom then.
I spent most of mom’s severance pay on a moving company to take the books back to the library. The $879.23 charge for the books mom destroyed took up the rest and then some, but on the bright-side we’ve got room in our apartment for the first time.
Day 210
“What’s this darlin’?” said Sandy, sitting at the picnic table on their patio.
“It’s a prototype game we’re developing. You can move through the maze, letting the computer read your mind.”
“Oh, you’re full of it.”
“No mom, it really works. Just try it,” said Sean, excited at the prospect of getting laid.
“You boys are going to mess up my hair.”
“It shouldn’t be too bad, Mrs. Hyatt,” said Brooks.
“It’s Sandy, hon. You boys aren’t in Pup Scouts anymore,” she said, putting out her cigarette before placing the wire embellished controller on her head.
“Okay, we’ve got to calibrate it. Hold still, don’t move your head or eyes, just imagine turning left,” said Brooks, looking at his phone. “Good, okay. Now imagine turning right… Okay, your baseline is set. You should be able to drive through the maze with just your mind.”
“Oh my goodness, this is actually working, ugh! What was that smell? That’s another part of the game we have an Ai bot predicting where you will move next. If you don’t go in the predicted direction, you get a little rotten egg smell.”
“That was not little, and you should have warned me, young man.”
“I understand, but it’s a major part of the test. I’ll dial it down so it’s not so strong, but we really need this data to improve our game design.”
“Okay, but next time no rotten eggs, understand?”
Day 217
“Fuck you, bitch boy. Let me show you how a man gets shit done,” said Michael, grabbing Brooks’ phone and storming into the den.
“You’re moving out of Sandy’s room, Jim, or we’re showing this to everyone you know,” Michael said, playing the video of the men fucking Sandy and Jim obediently cleaning her out.
“What about Sandy?” he said in a breathless whisper.
“What about me, Jim? These boys are showing a hell of a lot more backbone than you ever have! I want you out of my bed so they can move in. Got that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sandy turned and found her teenage boy crying.
“It’ll be alright, Sean. Momma’s going to take good care of you,” she said, giving her son a kiss on the lips.
Day 165
“It worked. It’s like I’ve been on a honeymoon.”
“You mean, you actually did it with your mom?” said Sean, the small young man looking comical with his eyes wide open.
“Yeppers, it took a long time. Mom explained she had never had sexual desires before. I might have stumbled onto a new cure for people with low libido.”
“I wish… I wish I could do that with my mom, but everyone wants her. At my birthday parties, everyone spends time with my mom instead of me. I can’t blame them. I love looking at her too, and she’s got an enormous rack. She loves to show it off… to everyone. Sometimes I wished she’d just be my mother.”
“Maybe we can convince her to spend time with you.”
“Sexy time?”
“If you want. It’d probably be easy since your mom obviously already likes sex.”
“Thanks Brooks! You’re the best friend ever.”
“Hey us little guys have got to stick together, but don’t tell anybody. This is between me and you. Okay?”