Note:
In this story, a characters internal dialogue is designated with italics in quotation marks. I think it makes it a bit easier for the reader to tell it's a thought and not something said out loud, and hopefully adds to the flow of the story. I'm not insistent upon them though, and if Literotica feels like their unnecessary, they probably are lol. That's all, thanks.
***All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This is the first part of the first story I've written for Literotica. It tells the tale of a reserved mother who is searching for fulfillment... a son who's steadily slipping into world of secret fantasy... and an outspoken and wild aunt dead set on redefining family dynamics.
I've been an avid fan of the site for a few years now, and it didn't take me very long to realize I wanted to write my own erotic fiction. I just couldn't seem to get started. I eventually found the style I was looking for, and the words began pouring out faster than I could organize them.
This the culmination of multiple stories I've tried writing in the past year, and hopefully, the fruitful beginning to a literary journey yet to come. All I ask is if you enjoy it, let me know why, and if you don't like it, definitely let me know why. This is my first story and with honest feedback, I think I can really fine tune my writing. Anyway, without further adieu...
Metamorphosis
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Chapter 1
Heather sat out on deck, listening to the summer creatures buzz and watching lightening bugs flash. It was a cool summer night and with a soft breeze it felt more like early fall than June. The breeze rustled the leaves as it blew threw them. In the shadow of the moon light they seemed to dance on the dark garden below. Somewhere distant she could hear a lone car strolling through the streets, "
probably on the way home to their family"
she thought to herself. She sipped her glass of wine and listened to the lullaby the summer night sang.
It was a song she'd long forgotten... until recently. The past few weeks she found her nights getting longer and her sleep getting restless. There had been no change in her work load, health, or habits, but something she couldn't quite grasp was hanging on her mind. Or maybe it was something she couldn't quite accept.
As Heather sat there, she thought to herself about many things. Her thoughts came in faster than she could organize them and were gone before she could dwell on them. She didn't know exactly what her mind was trying to bring to the surface, but she was sure about one thing... she was unhappy. Or rather, "
unfulfilled"
she thought to herself. She had a good job working from home and owned an average car and house. She lived in a comfortable suburban home in a safe neighborhood, but still, Heather was starting to feel that she was wholly unsatisfied. She was coming to realize that some deeper, more instinctual part of her subconscious was emotionally yearning, reaching for something more...much more.
She thought about her marriage long come and gone and about the failed attempts to date afterwards. Her husband, Sean Sr., seemed like a distant person when she thought of him now. They married young at 21, and a year later gave birth to their only son. He stayed around for 3 years, until one night, he packed his bags, wrote a goodbye note to the family he never wanted, and drove away. Heather thought she was devastated at first, but in time she knew she had been fooling herself all along. She decided right there that romance would take a back burner to raising her son, and although she tried her hand at a few casual relationships, she never fooled herself with love again.
So there she was, 18 years later, sitting outside in the middle of night, grabbing for the reason she felt empty. She had all the pieces in front of her. She just doesn't know that she was building a puzzle yet. Soon though, the pieces would start to fall in place themselves, but for that moment, Heather sat and contemplated the unease that was consuming her. After nursing her wine as slowly as she could, she took the last sip and stood up with a sigh. "
What am I missing?"
she thought to herself. Closing her eyes, she took one last moment to listen to the buzz of the night. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and walked towards the patio door
As heather was locking the patio door behind her, Sean sat upstairs in his room, typing feverishly on his computer. His fingers bounced off and on the keys, clicking rhythmically. He didn't notice his dried out eyes or cramping hands.
In the otherwise dark room, the glow of the screen outlined him, creating a silhouette from behind. Far from a world with time or restrictions, he paid no mind to the clock on the desk changing from 2:51 to 2:52. Where he was, was a world with no school in the morning; no social hierarchies. It was a place defined by the stream of consciousness plugged right into his fantasies. On the other end of the channel, words flowed from his finger tips mixing fantasy with fiction, and landed on the screen in front of him. His fingers hit the keys at an uninterruptable pace, no longer delayed by the analytical mind. No... his creative river was too strong to dam now.
If he was a little more lucid to the physical world, he'd have noticed the light on the back deck being on. To his right was a window that overlooked the back of the house, and if he were to have looked out it at that moment, he'd have seen his mother's shadow cross the deck. Paying no mind though, Sean continued typing away steadily, rearranging words like they were bricks and he a literary architect.
Heather locked the sliding door behind her and headed towards the kitchen. She wore sweat pants and a t-shirt and her auburn hair was pulled back into pony tail. She put her glass on the counter, flipped a few light switches and headed into the living room towards the stairs. A few more light switches later she was climbing the stairs towards the dimly lit hallway above. The stairs had plush blonde carpeting on them. It was the kind that felt like feathers between your toes, and hid the creeks and cracks of the hardwood underneath. Heather wasn't one to buy lavishly or covet material objects. She was quiet and modest and didn't flaunt what she had. Occasionally though, Heather would take a minute to look around and revaluate the comfortable life she worked so hard to provide for her and her son, and give herself kudos. Some things, like feeling the plush carpet between her toes as she climbed the stairs, reminded her she deserved it.
As she climbed the steps she lost herself in thought. She thought about how Sean would be getting up to go to school in a few hours, and just for a few more days. A her son's journey so far, about how it seemed like just yesterday she was picking him up from kindergarten. She was having trouble digesting the fact that Sean was a week away from graduating high school, and only a summer away from leaving for college.
She reached the second floor and instead of absentmindedly turning left towards her room as she normally would, she turned to look towards her son's bedroom. She was still in a daze of nostalgia, so it took a second for the world to come back into focus. When it did, it hit her that Sean's door was cracked open a little, and the rarity of that happening. She debated her options for a moment before deciding to take a peak. Knowing it was three in the morning, she expected to find a dark room and her son asleep, snoring away. When she reached the door though, and took a look through the slim opening, she was surprised and a bit confused at what she found.
Inside the dark room, there was a white light casting long shadows. Right in front of the light she could see her son's silhouetted head and shoulders. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did she was able to see that Sean wasn't wearing a shirt. In fact... she was pretty sure... "
