Martha May hummed to herself. She gave the final pancake one last flip before placing it with the rest on the plate. Her son, Ben, would be hungry after all the hard work he'd done for the family.
Ben made computer apps, working at home. He said it saved money and that many companies did that now. She didn't fully understand. Technology had come a long way and the year 2050 felts like a new world.
Martha understood the money he brought in and the time it robbed from his other activities.
Since Ben got that contract from a special hotel, he'd stayed in his room, refusing to leave until finished. Though he rarely did anyway.
Having let the pancakes cool and prepared a cup of coffee, Martha placed it all in a tray and carried it up the stairs. Walking around the new house felt like a journey. People often said if they got into money they would live simply. But when Ben showed Martha the first fifty-thousand-dollar check, they insisted on moving out into a larger home.
Martha almost regretted the choice of home since getting anywhere was a long walk compared to their cramped city apartment. Maybe that was another reason Ben stayed in his room. It was better to have his mother bring him food. It was the least she could do after all he'd done.
As she walked to his room, she thought of Ben: he spent his time alone in his room, working. He had no friends, and no girlfriends, was he taking care of himself?
Careful not to drop the tray, Martha took soft steps to Ben's door. She eased her ear onto the wood and strained to hear. To her delight, she heard a slapping sound. Ben could be taking care of himself or watching porn. Either would soften her worries.
Hoping to catch him in the act, she threw open the door...Only to see clapping his hands.
Ben turned to her. He had to cover his eyes as light entered the dark room. "Is it morning already?"
"Why are you clapping?"
Martha had to wait for an answer as Ben eye's adjusted. Ben made several quick clicks of his mouth and gave her a red-eyed look. "One programmer I'm working with insisted we do it after every project target met."
"Oh, I see." Disappointment dripped from her tone.
"Was it too loud?"
"No, no, baby. Don't you worry. Be as loud as you want when in your own room."
"Well, I try to have a little more consideration for others than my sister."
A yes, her daughter and least favored child Bria. Better to not get started on her. Bria and Ben never got along. Martha blamed herself. She made her favoritism of Ben obvious. It led to jealousy and then rebellion.
Shaking away the thoughts of her wayward daughter, Martha brought her attention back to her son. "Is there anything you need, Ben?"
What he needed was out of the room. A quick inspection revealed bags of chips, piled up underwear, and a pair of worn-out headphones. Her son was no slob, but if anyone, especially a girl witnessed his current state, they would think otherwise.
Ben noticed her inspection, but ignored it, swiveling his chair to get back to work. Martha had to admire his drive, if not his hygiene.
Unable to help herself, Martha did a quick clean of his room. She also used the excuse to check for any signs of self-help.
She found nothing.
No wadded-up tissues, crusted pants, soaked briefs, wet sheets. Nothing. She even peeked over his shoulder to get a better look at him. Still, nothing.
Ben quirked his head up. "Mom, is something wrong?"
Another bad idea sparked. "I want to show you something."
Martha seized the computer mouse and directed to a favored and infamous porno video from her younger years. Ben complained at the interruption of his work. Being the good boy that he was, he knew better than to try stopping her.
The video she showed him was harder than hardcore. A slip of a girl, barely legal, had her limbs tied to a bed. She lay flat on her back, straining against her bondage. She did so in a way that highlighted soft thighs and a firm stomach. The rest of her body was equally satisfying.
Another woman entered the scene. A mature woman whose age aligned with Martha's. Unlike Martha's slim busty figure, this woman had petite breasts and hard muscle from thighs to abs.
Ben watched transfixed. "This is legal, right?"
"Of course, you haven't even seen all of it."
The video did a good job of building an ominous atmosphere. It also fooled the boys and girls of all the local schools of its edginess. Porn at the time struggled to make a profit. Virtual reality had taken over, but the expense crippled them. This video was one way to get attention back to the cheaper stuff.
The muscled woman now stood by the mouth of the girl who had given up her struggles. Screaming wasn't possible, only moans escaped the O-ring attached to her mouth. The woman strapped on a dildo and with no other preparation or setup plowed into her.
What made this video special was that the woman never slowed her brutal pace. She remembered the video lasting two hours, the only change from the brutal throat-fucking was the release of the girl's bonds so she could flail around. She wouldn't stay that long to watch.
"Good lord," Ben said, eyes glued to the screen.
Martha grinned. The video was having the desired effect. Ben's cock had grown to strain against his boxers. So, her boy still had a libido after all.
An interview with the producers and actresses years after its creation revealed their true goals. Their goal wasn't money but to complete an experiment. What was the perfect porn for men and women?
The results were obvious, both genders loved rough sex. To prove this, they made a no-frills and relentless video. No obnoxious music, cuts, or zoom into genitals. They also did away with the time limit. The actresses would continue until they passed out from orgasms.
By the end of the two-hour throating, the muscled woman creamed the face of the girl. The hyper-realistic cock spewing her juices onto her face and body. The girl was a quivering mess, even while passed out. The sheets looked to have been left in the rain.
Martha's grin left her face when she checked to see that her son had not taken out his cock to relieve himself. "I will leave now. I just wanted to show this to you so you know I am no prude. This is what we watched in my day. Not that VR stuff."
Ben, blushing, and still gawking at the screen, nodded. "Yeah, all everyone does in VR is sit on a throne as emperor and wait for harems to serve them."
"There are more videos floating around. I'm sure you can find them."
"Uh-huh."
With that, Martha left the room. She hoped privacy would allow him to get himself off.
Martha waited by the door. Nothing. She left, washed up, and returned half-an-hour later. And waited. And waited.
Only the sounds of Ben mashing the keyboard came from the door. He was still working.
Her son had a problem. He wasn't having sex with any girls and he wasn't jerking off.
Her boy had a problem and by god, mommy would do anything in her power to fix it.
***
At Martha's expensive dining table, her best friend and fellow mother, Clare sat across her. Between them was a crab, lobster, and an assortment of other seafood. With Ben's money, Martha ordered a chef by an app to make the food and leave.
Fancy food was the price to get Clare to leave her home. Though friends, Clare often kept to herself. She resembled Ben in that regard. It's why Martha invited her instead of Jane who seemed always in high spirits.
Finished eating her fish, Clare wiped at her mouth with the napkin before saying, "Thanks for the food, now you can tell me why you really invited me here."
"Can't two old girls have a night out?" Martha said.
"This is not a night out. I'm ok with that, it's dangerous out there. It's still not why you are fattening me up." Clare pinched her sides as if she thought she'd gained pounds instantly.
"It's about Ben."
Clare rolled her eyes. "It always is. Your son buys you a mansion and all I hear is complaints. If it was Bria I could understand, but Ben?" She shook her head and sighed.
"I'm just worried."
"About what? He's smart, kind, average looks and build. Oh, and he's rich. Don't forget that."
"I know all that. I love him for what he has done for me and his sister. But it's only us who are enjoying the money while he slaves away in his room alone. If I didn't bring him breakfast, I don't think he would eat."
"That's the kind of dedication needed to hold a job these days. Work like a machine or get replaced by one." Clare sighed again. "You know what my son is doing?"
Martha knew but wanted to be polite. "I am sure he will pick himself up soon."
Clare squawked. "He is lazy. Stays in his room on VR all day, pretending he is not a loser. Whenever his sister tries to get him to work, he gets violent. Then there are the drugs. It would be fine if he was selling them and making some money but nope, he's getting high with his girlfriend."
"He has a girlfriend?" Martha covered her mouth quickly; afraid she'd insulted her friend.
"Oh yeah, it surprised me too. She's just there for the drugs. Honestly, the men these days are slim pickings."
That was because men need jobs, without it, they fell into depression. Martha held sympathy for Clare's son, but only barely. Tim never put up much effort. Even if Clare cut him off, nothing would happen.
The government wasn't as effective as the past but they did just enough that people could eat and not die of sickness. If anyone wanted real services, they had to go to one of the billionaires' charities.
The masses thanked the people who impoverished them.
Ben saved their family from such a fate. She had to help him. He deserved better than a sexless life.
"He doesn't have sex!" Martha blurted out to Clare's surprise. "It's work, work, work. No dates, no porn, no masturbation. He's all alone." Martha began to tear up.
Clare got up to stand behind Martha, rubbing her shoulders. "There, there. Some boys don't enjoy masturbating, or sex. He could be asexual."
"He's not. It's not like he's a virgin. I spied him fucking some girl when he was in high school. He likes sex. A lot."
"Oh, OK then...have you tried sending him a prostitute? If he can't leave his room, have a woman come to him. You can get them for cheap now of days. All that competition with VR drove the prices down."
Martha wanted to ask why Clare knew that but abstained. "I don't want him to feel like no other girl will have him."
"Right then, and he doesn't watch porn?"
"I showed him one. Remember the video that was going around in high school?" Clare's eyes widened. "So, you do. He got hard and did nothing after. Ben went right back to work."
Clare massaged Martha's shoulders while she pondered. Why were her hands going to Martha's breasts?
After a while, Clare spoke her idea. "Ben spends his time staring at a screen all day. Porn won't work for him. VR? Hell, he probably could make his own with his computer skills. What he needs is something real."
"I said a prostitute won't work." Clare stared at Martha, willing her to understand. "Oh my! You can't mean—no."
"He needs jerk off material. If you want to be a good mommy and help your boy, then you have to go all in. Use your body as jerk off material for your son."
