Total Reload
Chapter Five
“What the hell is this?”
Jamie’s black platform heels echoed off the bare white walls of their empty apartment. She entered the front room wearing black fishnets, a black leather miniskirt, and an oversized oriental silk blouse she’d tied at the midriff. When combined with her thin body and pale complexion with hair dyed black, it gave the woman a very Asian essence.
“School, you’ve always liked school, right? School is how you became a librarian, and now that you’ve changed career paths, it’s only logical that you study up to become a better whore.”
Choosing the word “whore” was a gamble on Brook’s part. It permeated the tension between them in the silence of their vacant apartment, which he’d transformed into a classroom built for one with furnishings from the thrift store. That included a whiteboard, desk, and the cardstock for a sign he had created for her with a fake school logo.
An unusual amount of pleasure from an unusual interest.
As Jamie processed her son’s latest escapade, a school bell rang. Brooks waited until she took her seat and turned on her tablet. Immediately, a presentation of vulgar images flashed on the small screen. A repurposed advertizing software tracked Jamie’s eye movement, and the onboard Ai sorted out her sexual fantasies. Slowing down on pictures similar to ones that scored a hit, rewarding her as it mapped out the inside of Jamie’s deviant mind.
This could work.
Day 218
“Michael, I told you to stand over there.”
Sandy’s authoritarian tone was unexpected but in keeping with the opulent Roman interior, complete with marble statues, gold leaf, and frescoes. Taken by surprise, he quickly retreated beside Brooks.
She returned to Sean and his erection, wearing a tall pair of bedroom heels. He stood in the center of the room just a couple of feet from her extra-wide king sized bed. Her hard nipple grazed his shoulder as she towered over her short son, delicately running her fingers across his penis and tight sack. He held his hands behind his back as instructed by his father, the gimp pathetically looking at the carpet from his station against the bedroom wall.
“Baby, you have no idea how many nights I’ve laid awake thinking about this moment.”
The words coming from his mother in a lusty moan made his hard-on lurch in her hand. Sean watched her oily breasts wobble as she sauntered around him, closing with each , making him more uncomfortable than the last. Her thick nipples stood erect as Sandy edged, dancing deliriously on the cusp of an orgasm. Repeatedly, she rubbed her wet vagina and shuddered.
“Spread your legs and bend over, honey.”
She tugged on him hard by pulling his nipples, making him fold at the waist.
“Ow, ow, ow!”
The move put his head on the same plane as his mother’s well lubricated, aromatic slit.
“Don’t move,” she said, taking a high-end digital camera from a gilded hiding spot along the wall. “Your father and I run an amateur porn studio. We pull in over a million dollars a year through subscriptions and sales. It’s about time you ed the family business.”
Sandy took a photo of Sean’s cock, balls, and asshole.
“Not too bad. Have you ever taken it up the ass, honey?”
“No.”
“Hey do you wanna see?” she said, putting the camera viewer in Sean’s face. Changing the image, she said, “Here’s what your father’s ruptured asshole looks like. Isn’t it terrible?” Sandy laughed at her husband’s unsightly condition. “He has to wear a butt plug to keep his turds from falling out, tee-hee. I love watching him get fucked up the ass, though. When they’re enormous, he whimpers like a puppy, and it’s so cute.”
Michael blurted out in laughter.
“Don’t listen to him, Sean. This is business. Your dad and I’ve gone over the numbers with our distributer. Having sex with you in the room will push our sales up over five million a year, easy. Especially since you look so young. Technically speaking, we can’t have sex with each other on camera. Meaning I can’t touch you for sexual gratification, so I can touch your cock, but I can’t stroke it.”
Sandy gave Sean a demonstration, holding his head down by his neck while she touched, fondled, and jacked his meat with her oily hand.
“See the difference, honey? But when the camera’s not rolling, I’ll make it up to you. Okay, sweetie? Now, do you want to become a millionaire?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I told you it wouldn’t be difficult, and he doesn’t look scarred for life to me,” said Sandy, complaining to her husband.
“Okay Michael, I’ve got some paperwork for you to sign, a model release, a contract, and last but not least, a nondisclosure agreement. Meaning I can sue you if you reveal our identities and the nature of our business. Brooks honey, I need you to sign too.”
“Nope, I’m not staying. I’m fucking done with all of you. I never want to see any of you people again, ever,” said Brooks, slamming the door behind him.
“Fuck him. Michael, honey, I’m losing the mood. Please hurry. There’s a hockey mask over there for you to wear. This clip will be in our Halloween special.”
Day 235
The wind whistled loudly through the broken rear window of Michael’s Mustang. He’d been lucky to keep it under control while careening down the steep off ramp and into the MTG. There he skidded through a red light going 70 miles per hour, bouncing hard off a scorched dumpster before coming to a stop halfway onto the sidewalk.
“What the fuck, man!” screamed the pedestrian who had to scamper out of Michael’s way.
He sped down the alley, but stopped short. A hundred feet in, the road ended at a massive dike, which formed the base of a homeless camp. With no way to turn, Michael backed his expensive sports car to the intersection where a small crowd had gathered to watch him maneuver. They all knew only two kinds of people drove cars like Michael’s in the Gap: dealers and rich kids up to no good.
The Midtown Gap, the MTG, or the sunken slum as it’s called, is a city within a city 60 feet below grade with infamously lousy cell service. Michael drove down Drain Line road looking for a sign that would show him the way out.
At one time, the Gap was the world’s largest limestone quarry, shipping stone around the world. Now, the Gap serves as substandard housing for low-income families by a patchwork of housing projects left behind by years of good intentions and poor planning.
Michael could see the elevated highway overhead. He’d been driving on it before a large black work truck pushed him into the MTG. It’s three miles across the Gap to a ramp back to the highway. Incredibly, the black truck appeared behind Michael, working its way to him like a four ton black shark through the flowing inner city traffic.
Pedestrians peppered the streets, popping up unexpectedly. More than once, Michael had to slam his brakes to keep from hitting some rando. Meanwhile, the menacing truck in his rearview mirror closed in on him.
At the corner of Drain Line and Ivy, where Jamie Robinson turns tricks, the massive black truck caught up to the Mustang as Michael waited at the stoplight. The large truck, with its superior traction and heft, slowly pushed into the lighter pony car, crushing the taillights as Michael fought to keep from entering the cross traffic.
When the light turned green, Michael floored his high-powered hotrod, honking his horn as he entered the oncoming lane, sending cars and people scattering out of his way. He shot through the next light without even the slightest attempt to slow down, hitting the freeway on-ramp just shy of 140 mph. One moment later, Michael died when his car launched from the ramp, crashing through the barrier and falling into Lake Michigan 70 feet below.
Day 159
It’s always the coldest before sunrise. Brooks awoke when his mother crawled into his bed in the darkness. Her fuzzy socks thumped against his calves as she worked her chilly body closer to his. Even through her nightshirt, he could feel her hard nipples press against his back when she snuggled in close for warmth.
“Hi,” said Brooks.
She pressed against his body, snaking her slender icy hand into his boxers before grabbing his erection.
“Hello to you too… Mr. Happy.”
Caught between two extremes, a strong desire to stay with her and an unappreciated need to pee, he fidgeted toward the edge of the bed.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
“But mom, I’ve got to go.”
“And I just got here,” she said, stroking his dick.
The long foreskin rolling back and over the throbbing head of his cock, sent rivulets of pleasure coursing through his tight sack, across his puckered ass, and up his spine. Her warm breath tickling the nape of his young neck gave Brooks shivers.
“But mom.”
“Hush, I want to taste it.”
Jamie dove under the covers, stuffing the tip of his cock in her warm mouth, and shoving her tongue forcefully into the fleshy folds of skin to lick the salty creases beneath. As Brooks tore away, his mom followed behind. They giggled and laughed, dodging the tall stacks of books.
“Mom, I can’t go when it’s hard.”
Jamie kissed her son, licking the inside of his mouth.
“Says who? I bet eventually you’ll figure out how to let go.”
“Augh!”
Jamie kissed his neck before sucking on his nipples. Even the gentlest caused an intense tingling in his body.
She laughed as Brooks masturbated.
“Go little queenie!”
“Mom!!!”
“What, that’s the song.”
“I’m not a little queenie!”
“Okay, jack it for me, baby. Jack it for mommy. You can do it! I think I can, I think I can,” she said, smacking Brooks’ ass while fondling his balls.
“Huuuuugh!”
Brooks came, shooting rope after thick rope of fragrant seed, mostly into the toilet bowl.
“Wow! These guys are working overtime!” she said, squeezing his nuts.
Moments ed.
“Can you go yet… can you go yet?”
“Mom!”
“What? I want to hold it.”
Jamie got behind her son, quietly holding his cock with both hands until.
“Whoa! Brooks not so fast!”
“I can’t pee slowly.”
“But I’m getting it all over the place.”
“Here, I’ll help.”
Brooks put his hands over the top of his mother’s and helped her guide his stream into the bowl.
“I’m never going to complain about you missing the bowl again, but if you do, then be a man about it and clean up after yourself. Okay?”
“Cleaning is woman’s work.”
“Don’t be a sexist pig when a woman’s got you by your balls,” she said, in a kind but serious tone.
“You’re the one that called me queenie.”
Jamie sat down on the toilet, sucking his half hard dick until it throbbed in a virile hard-on.
“There you go, tiger. Now do me,” she said, flushing the toilet and bending over in front of the vanity.
Brooks slid his wet cock into her tight slit. It wasn’t his first time, but it could have been. Before, he was a bundle of nerves and uncertainties, not that his mother had any experience either. Now, both of them could relax and discover each other as people do.
The chase and play-fighting had broken up the single-minded determination of a horny teenager dying to have sex. Brooks could enjoy touching his mother. The warmth of her body, and the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. He slid his hand from her belly to her breast and felt the muscles jump at his touch. Her already hard nipple felt like a pebble as he groped her diminutive breast.
She spread her legs wider, turning her ass up to meet him, giving her son the best access possible to sink his length deep into her body. She wanted him at this moment more than anything else in the world. Their bodies slapped together soundly. Brooks settled into a steady rhythm that she could play off of, slightly increasing the speed by bouncing back to meet him until it was just right.
“Oh god, fuck me baby,” she groaned, in love with her son and the pleasure he gave her.
Brooks kept up the same pace and just enjoyed playing with her tit with one hand on her hip. He could tell that something was going on with his mom. She jerked and twitched, and then her pussy clamped down on him. To Brooks, it felt like trying to fuck through a clinched fist. It took several seconds before her orgasm subsided, and she could relax. Then she went weak in the knees. So much so, Brooks felt compelled to move his hands to her at the waist while her body quivered.
“Stop, stop, damn it. No, no, put it back inside. I just want to feel you in me, baby.”
It took two seconds before Brooks got bored standing there holding his mom with a hard-on tucked all the way inside her. As her strength returned, he played. First using both hands on her breasts, then moving his touch down to her clit, he continued despite her half-hearted onitions. In no time, they were fucking again.
This time wasn’t a nice slow fuck. This time, Brooks beat-off inside his mother’s body. His hard, violent strokes sent Jamie to a new place on a rollercoaster ride with no rails. Her son had taken control of her body, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout the whole of her being. The hand of nature has written for a woman’s body to respond to the sexual potency of her suitor, and Jamie’s responded with an almost instantaneous second orgasm. This time Brooks pushed her body against the vanity while her face wound up pressed against the mirror. Stuck there, Jamie’s orgasm continued until Brooks pumped his load into her eager body.
Even in the slight chill of the bathroom, the lovers, drenched in sweat, clung to one another. Their heavy breathing and flared nostrils resembled two beasts in the midst of the rut. In that moment, Jamie secretly hoped she had conceived a new life, a child to share with her son.