On what was to be a very eventful last day for Adam Holland, it almost noon and he was in his room furiously trying to crank one out to his favorite genre of porn before his mother called him for lunch. He needed a distraction from all the thoughts in his head. He had been waiting to hear something from his mentor Daniel Stein, like if his Mind Hack program was safe to use and if so, what was their plan of action. Adam had this amazing technological breakthrough at his fingertips but didn't dare touch it because his Dan said it might get them all murdered. Adam wondered if getting assassinated by government agents was just the price you pay for the ability to hijack a hot lady's body and make it do whatever you wanted.
Since inhabiting another person's skin, first his former babysitter, and then a girl that lived next door to Dan, it was all he could think about. The pleasures of the female body, the eroticism it encapsulated with his male brain in control, it was everything to him. He desperately longed to use it again. He knew there were bigger things at stake, that they could use this gift to change the world, to free the unwitting masses from the control of those that had the power and money. But to have boobs again, that would be nice too.
"Adam, it's almost lunch time!" Sarah, Adam's mother, called from the downstairs kitchen.
Adam rolled his eyes and tried to focus on the mother son incest being acted out on his computer screen. He had nearly climaxed but he didn't do well when there was a clock. Why did his mother insist on always making them eat meals together whenever his dad was home? His father, Jim, been promoted several months ago, but it was a position that meant he would be traveling frequently and gone for weeks at a time. Adam didn't care, he had his hacking to focus on, but he knew his mother often got lonely. He had heard her more than once pleasuring herself. She probably thought she was being quiet, but it was loud enough for Adam. Coupled with the fact that his mom was very good looking, it was no wonder that Adam had developed a milf fetish. He never expected his mom to see him as anything sexual. At 18 he was still treated like a child by his mom. But it was her soft brown eyes, wavy black hair, and large full breasts that he imagined right before he climaxed to yet another video about a mom seducing her son.
He wasn't really ashamed of this fetish, everyone has their thing, but he hoped his parents never found out about it. He was always very careful to secure his computer from them. He was fairly certain only another elite hacker like himself would ever be able to gain access. He was absentmindedly stroking his lotion covered shaft, thinking about when his parents would start seeing him as the adult he was. Maybe it would be after learning that it was him that had created this amazing program that allowed people to hop into the cyber brains of others through the government controlled Peace of Mind software that was meant to help corral the population. Maybe that, or maybe after he got a regular nine to five and moved out of their house. It would probably be that last one, he thought ruefully.
"Adam!" his mother barked, a severe lack of patience in her tone.
Adam heard her footsteps begin on the bottom steps and his dick shrank. She'd barge in on him if he didn't obey. She'd done it before. He'd have to resume his spank session later. He cursed his mother for not respecting his personal space. He wiped the lotion off his cock, then tucked it away in the confines of his boxers. He quickly closed his web browser and enabled encryption right before his mom entered the room. He spun around in his chair to face her, a defiant grin on his face.
Sarah did not understand her child's insolence. After his high school graduation, they had agreed to let their son stay with them while he worked on some big computer project. He had said it would be worth taking a year off before he went to college, that it would give him an edge over all the other students. But as far as she could see, eyeing the bottle of lotion on his desk and the tiny blotches of dampness on his shorts, the only thing he was working on was one long chronic masturbation session. And the way he eyed her these days, especially if it was around one of his "sessions," was unsettling. She folded her arms as a sign of her disapproval with him, not knowing that Adam loved when she did this as it pushed her boobs up higher. "Adam, I called you to come downstairs for lunch with us. Part of living in this home is that you still have to do what I say, I don't care how old you are. Now get down there right this second young man."
Adam's cock twitched. It seemed that whenever his mom, his former babysitter, a teacher, any female that tried to boss him around, it made his dick hard. He shouldn't be giving his parents grief though. Since graduating high school, he was still getting free room and board plus internet access, the least he should do was complain. It was just the notion that he wasn't seen as a man in this place. Dan needed to get in touch with him soon so he had an excuse to get out of here. Adam stood up and made an "after you" gesture at his mother. She glared at his disrespectful countenance, then walked out his door. He followed close behind her, walking through her scent. She always smelled like peaches, which was the type of body wash she used. This made him think of her lathering up in the shower. As his erection popped up to say hello again, he really wished he'd been able to deal with it before lunch. It wasn't helping that his eyes seemed glued to his mother's backside directly in front of him, watching her cheeks rise and fall, left and right, in the tight jeans that she wore. She had a nice figure and always would wear sexier, tight fitting outfits while her husband was home. What she didn't know was how much this provocative attire affected both the men in her lives.
As they both came into the dining area, Paul, Adam's father, put down the tablet he was reading to greet his son. "Hey Adam," he took in his son's disheveled countenance. "Whoa! I see your mother didn't let you finish!" He laughed loudly at his son's plight.
Adam didn't understand his father's comment until he looked down. He was still wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, something he did often when at home with his family, but now there was a tent pole in the middle of his crotch. He really had worked himself up. He sat quickly across from his mother before she had a chance to see it. Despite all his sexual predilections, he still tried to avoid the topic of sex in front of his parents.
"Man, that looks painful," Adam's father chided. "You should have tried to take care of that earlier."
Adam was bemused by this. "What do you think I was trying to do? Had to stop because mom barged right in?"
Paul raised an eyebrow at his wife and said half seriously, "Honey, the boy has needs. He shouldn't have to worry about his mother walking in while his hand is on his pecker."
Sarah's tone let them all know that they proceeded with this discussion at their own peril. "If he had put it away and come down when I told him to, he wouldn't have to worry about me interrupting his...happy time. Now no more of this talk at the table. Paul, you'll be on the road again and we should be able to enjoy the precious few family times together we have. Pass the potatoes."
Paul smiled at his wife's prudishness as his hand stretched out for the bowl of potatoes. She never wanted to talk about sex, although he understood not bringing it up at the dinner table in front of their son. Still, they were all adults now, but he knew his wife would never see their son as an adult. Sarah rode Adam hard, always wanting him to have more ambition and drive. But Paul knew Adam would flourish in a world that was on the rise in technological achievements. His old business colleague, Dan, had told him so. Adam was a computer prodigy, and Paul believe that soon, his son would be way more successful than he ever would be. He just hoped Adam and his mother wouldn't kill each other before that happened.
All this passed through his head, while simultaneously, a small square of light that resided in the middle of his neck began to blink on and off. If anyone had seen it, it would have been very odd indeed as the light was supposed to be constant, always sending information back to POM that helped deter crime and tracked money spending behavior in everyone 18 and older. But now the signal was winking in and out, a beacon to anyone who could see it that something new was transmitting. As his wife went to take the bowl from him, she found he was resisting her. His hand seemed frozen. Sarah frowned at her husband's childishness. She was not in the mood for games. She stared at Paul who looked back at her, then his head turned slowly every which way while his pupils darted around as if taking in his environment for the first time.
"Paul," Sarah said, confused by weird behavior, but still wanting him to release the bowl. "Paul! Let go."
