Total Reload
Chapter Four
A light rumble of conversation accompanied the authentic odor of stale beer, haunting the heavy air in the dimly lit establishment. Brooks navigated past the sweaty residents of the MTG, or Mid-Town Gap, light years away from the Pine Crest neighborhood where the Hyatts lived.
“Hey, it’s Carl and Reece, right?” said Brooks, addressing the two muscular men, drinking beer in a dive bar on the wrong edge of town.
The men looked confused by the pale, skinny man holding a dog leash.
“Do we know you?” said Carl.
Of the two, Brooks figured Carl usually took charge of any situation, and Reece was way too laid-back to care. Carl fed his cum to Jim Hyatt, fresh from Sandy’s high-maintenance snatch.
“You probably don’t me, but you worked with Jim Hyatt on the road crew.”
Carl looked at Brooks’ pasty complexion. In the dark bar, he looked like a ghost.
“I’d think I would you. So cut the shit.”
“Mind if I sit?” he said, looking around.
The big man didn’t say no, casting his eyes with a nod to the empty seat.
“Thanks, I don’t enjoy standing around like a dipshit. You didn’t see me, but two weeks ago, I saw you guys leave the Hyatt’s place. Jim told me you guys worked together.”
“So? What the hell are you doing down here?”
“Working,” said Brooks, pointing at his mom with his thumb. She chatted with a couple of men at the bar, trying to act sexy and failing miserably.
When Jaime approached Brooks, leading the younger of the two guys, Carl’s face dropped in disbelief.
“Daddy, this is Jamal. He’d like to take me out on a date.”
As Brooks discussed the prices and rules with Jamal, Carl looked at Reece, pointing at the new kid. They both nodded in silence, agreeing that this was some crazy shit.
“Whatever,” said Jamal.
Taking Jamal’s photo, Brooks said, “You’re Jamal Coltrane Cox, living at home with your mom, Ms. Ophelia Rae Williams. You own a silver Toyota Prius with 2 unpaid parking tickets. Even if you take my phone, your photo and info are already in the cloud. So, if you want to take a ride? Fine. Pay up and play by the rules like everyone else.”
As Brooks gave his spiel, Jamie rubbed Jamal’s crotch, keeping his mind on the prize while hoping to wound Brooks deeply.
“I’m not going to smack you around, but I can make your life pretty fucking annoying, to the point you’ll pay me twice as much to stop.”
He took Jamie’s pimp at his word.
Once they agreed, Brooks clipped the dog leash through the choker on Jamie’s neck and handed it to Jamal.
“Bring her back the way you found her, or run like hell.”
“Don’t pay any attention to him. You can be as rough as you want,” she said, with a giggle in her voice and a side-eye to her son.
“Damn! How long have you been doing that?”
“Not long. Mom used to be the librarian at the library on Convoy. Do you know it? She used to love books, reading one or two a day. She… we… didn’t have much of a social life. The only thing we ever did together was Pup Scouts five years ago. That’s how I met Jim Hyatt. His wife, Sandy, was the Pound Mom, and all of us boys had a crush on her. Back then, I understood the difference between a regular mother and a hot mom, like Sandy. I also know that under the right circumstances, any woman could be the hot mom. So, I took computer courses, hoping to learn how to help my mom become more social and outgoing.”
The two men broke out in a hardy laugh.
“You dumb, son of a bitch, you turned her into a hooker,” said Carl, as Reece ed in with him laughing at the young man.
“I didn’t do that. Somebody kidnapped, tortured, and raped her for a month. It’s really fucked her up in the head, and I don’t know if she’ll ever be right again.”
“Well, whoring her out ain’t going to help.”
“You’re right Carl, but since this started, she lost her job, and I don’t make enough money at the shop to pay the bills. I work on computers all day at the strip mall on the other side of the gap. At night, I bring my mom down here to Ivy Street so she can turn tricks until I can find a solution.”
“Aw, man. Look, Reece and I are sorry for you. Did you know the bastard who kidnapped her?”
“I sure do. He’s the same guy that got you fired.”
“Say what?”
Day 170
Sean’s stomach gurgled, bubbling with anxiety, as he sat in a coffee shop using a stimulant to calm his nerves. This new chapter in the unending nightmare he called his life had opened up an opportunity to escape. It would mean sacrificing his only friend, but to get free from his tormentor, it would be a small price to pay.
“What’s up, bitch boy?” said Michael, smacking the back of Sean’s head.
“N-n-nothing.”
“N-n-nothing,” Michael parroted back with a smirk. “How’s Sandy? Are you going to call me daddy when I fuck your mommy?”
“Knock it off, Michael.”
“Or what?”
“I won’t tell you about the one mom you can fuck.”
“There’s a hot mom in the universe who’s up for grabs, and you’re the only dude who knows about it? Don’t lie to me, Sean. I’ll make you kiss the bathroom floor again.”
The stress and caffeine became too much, leaving Sean shaking uncontrollably.
“So… You do know something. For the first time in your worthless fucking life, you’ve got a story to tell. I’m all ears.”
“B-B-Brooks is f-f-fucking J-J-Jamie.”
Michael slapped the side of the little man’s head, attracting the notice of nearby patrons.
“Sorry, that’s just a little thing we share,” said Michael, smiling at the crowd until the concern died down.
He turned back to Sean and continued.
“Olive Oil? Your boyfriend is fucking Olive Oil? I wouldn’t fuck that skinny bitch with your dick. Hey, you wanna know what two fun things happened last year? The Metros took the state championship and Jamie Robinson took a shower. That woman has got pimples on her back older than you, and you think she’s hot?”
“N-n-no! I-I-I said they’re fucking. That’s all, just f-f-forget about it.”
Sean realized there’s no getting away from Michael, and what’s worse. He just threw away his only friend for nothing.
Day 218
In the beige living room of their sprawling modern ranch home, Sean had gotten very hard, listening to Michael belittle his mother. Ashamed of his erection, he covered it with a pillow from the couch. Sandy noticed her son trying to cover his embarrassment and play with it at the same time. Smiling wickedly at Sean, she reveled in his arousal as Michael and Brooks talked rudely about her, with her pussy and tits on display. It made Sean nauseous, but then again, what didn’t make Sean nauseous?
Michael pinched and slapped Sandy’s tits beneath the family portrait. The Hyatts had the picture taken when Sean was in preschool. Then they looked like the typical all-American family ready for a barbeque or a tractor-pull. Now she pulled and licked on Michael’s hard dick as the helpless father demurely watched the ground.
“Let’s take this party to the bedroom! If I get any wetter, we’ll have to use a canoe to get out of here,” said Sandy, discarding the remnants of her clothing. She floated to the bedroom, high on the euphoria of lust. Obviously familiar with the routine, she picked up oils and toys along the way.
“I suppose you have to be told. Take off your clothes,” she said to her husband.
“May I mistress?”
She laughed hysterically, with her arm around Michael’s waist.
“Have you been a good little boy?”
“Yes, mistress.”
More raucous laughter, turning Jim’s face bright red.
“Then strip, and grace us with your presence.”
Soon, the boys saw the reason for Jim’s humiliation. A tiny pink plastic cage restrained Jim’s prick, held in place by a locked piercing, plugging his piss hole.
“D-D-Daddy?”
“Not now, Sean. Do what your mother says.”
Earlier that day at the coffee shop:
“You look tired, bitch boy.”
“Fuck you, Michael.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, bitch boy? But what would your girlfriend think?”
“D-d-don’t ca-ca-call me th-th-that!”
“Duh, duh, duh!”
“Leave him alone Michael. You’re getting what you want. At least you can leave Sean out of it.”
“Oh, no? Didn’t you run the incest program? Well, didn’t you?”
“Yes. It was an introductory memory of Sandy kissing Sean, but she maxed out on incest all three times. Once she stayed under for over an hour. I’ve got no idea how many orgasms she had, but she’s into incest big time. Whatever she’s dreaming about? It’s all on her.”
“See Sean, I looked out for you. Mommy’s going to make sure your pee pee gets wet. So stop being a little crybaby,” said Michael.
Day 100
Brooks reviewed the material again, paying special attention to how it flowed. He couldn’t afford any jarring motions that might arouse his sleeping mother. One: Brooks would hold his used T-shirt under Jamie’s nose. This has been constant throughout the entire experiment. Brooks hoped that his earthy body odor would form a conditioned response in Jamie’s mind, signaling that a sexual dream about her son would happen next. Two: the electrode array would paint images directly in her brain using magnetic fields. Three: a sound track accompanied these inputs using recordings made from Jamie’s chair at the corner of Brook’s bed. Four: a pink noise machine would signal Jamie to return to sleep.
Jamie’s loud snoring, allergies, caused by the mites that loved books as much as her, signaled Brooks’ entry. Hiding among the towering books made slipping into his mother’s room both easy and dangerous at once. Easy, as there were dozens of spots to hide in plain sight. Dangerous, in that one wrong moved could cause a column, weighing over a hundred pounds, to topple lethally onto his unsuspecting mother.
Brooks synced his phone with Jamie’s noise machine. She preferred white noise to pink. He just needed an auditory clue to go back to sleep that didn’t remind her of anything else but training.
Lightly laying the electrode bearing cap onto her head, he did a quick performance test. The soft green light meant all systems responding. Perhaps, because of conditioning, Jaime went into REM sleep almost immediately. The white noise machine faded slowly to zero, and Brooks watched the traffic on the road below, holding his shirt close to his mother’s nose.
The training comprised a mental image of Brooks getting up out of bed naked. Rather than show himself walking, Brooks used a series of stills to imply movement. He wanted her to pay attention to the story, and not get lost in the effects.
“I brought you a heater,” he heard the tiny speakers say.
He knew that at that moment the electrodes induced and image of Brooks’ erection, “Mr. Happy” in front of his mother’s face.
Brooks used two types of speakers. An earbud type of earphone designed to allow ambient sounds to filter through, to appear as self-talk or Jamie’s inner voice. Also, a pair of small standalone speakers that would give the bass notes and echoes of an open room.
In the next image, she kissed his cockhead. Brooks quickly rubbed the area under his foreskin, putting his smelly finger under her nose.
“Mmm… it’s warm. I can feel his pulse. I want to taste it… mmm, not bad, salty. What would it hurt if I sucked him off? How difficult can it be, high school girls give blowjobs all the time… Oh, my, it’s really hard, like poking the back of my neck with a bratwurst. I can do this… Ah, his skin slips up and down his shaft. It’s so soft, but he’s so hard. What’s he doing? Hello Brooks, don’t choke mommy while she’s got your cock in her mouth. Oh, okay, he’s helping. I’ve never seen a man masturbate before. This is so fascinating to watch… Come on baby, come on, you can do it, make it come for mommy. Ah! It’s so heavy, so warm, and it’s all over me. I’m going to taste it. How bad can it be? Hmm, not bad, oops, a little scratchy going down, but it really doesn’t taste like anything. It’s the aroma, it’s kind of primeval. Human sperm has tasted this way for hundreds-of-thousands-of-years. I am connected to the very beginning of my species,” said the ear-bud in an Ai Jaime voice Brooks couldn’t hear. He had turned its pitch down 2.5 percent, hoping the fake voice would seem the same as her own internal voice.
“Thank you so much. We’ve got to do this again,” said the little speaker.
“I don’t see why not,” would be the next line from the ear-buds.
Then the noise machine would power up slowly, building until loud enough to cover Brooks’ movements as he removed all the evidence.
Day 101
Brooks couldn’t get to sleep, thinking about the blowjob he might receive. Would she do it? Would she like it? Finally, ing out around 4am, he awoke with a raging hard-on and a dire need to pee. His hard cock swinging by his mother as he speed walked to the bathroom.
“Is that the time? Fuck me.”
Straight from the bathroom to the kitchen.
“Dear god, can’t this damned kettle boil any faster?”
Back in the bedroom, Brooks presented his schlong’s glistening tip half an inch from his mother’s face.
“I brought you a heater.”
“Good morning Mr. Happy!” said Jamie, kissing the head of his dick. Mmmwah
“Mmm, let’s try that again,” she said, sucking his cock into her open mouth.
He held his breath and a red-hot kettle while Jamie explored his manhood. Brooks had never seen a girl on the end of his dick before. Erotic, nasty, and wonderful. Curling his toes, Brooks felt the earth move, but way too soon, Jaime stroked his shaft, the signal for him to step in and finish it for her.
He put his hand on top of her head, locking his fingers into her hair. He waited for her to knit her brows and then relax before pulling out and jacking off in front of her open mouth. It’d be easy to shoot his seed inside and let her eat it, all. But he kept with the script and shot his seed on her face and chest.
Covering her with spunk, he thanked her and quickly left the room. Just as he stepped outside, he saw her touch a healthy glob of his jism to the tip of her tongue.