Chapter 1
My name was Torey, and usually I was a really good programmer. However, at the moment, I was about to go mad. I had been debugging for more than an hour, and debugging could be one of the most painful and frustrating aspects of coding. Every time I ran my program, it still returned an error, and the sound of the clock ticking in the background didn't help my frustration. I'd checked every single line of coding. I was sure there weren't any typos, but I still couldn't figure it out. It was about to drive me up a wall.
I read the error message again and just wanted to throw a fist at the screen. Inhaling deeply, I reminded myself to be patient. After all, I had a job to do even if it was a miserable one.
After another hour, I finally figured it out and the relief felt like an orgasm. "Fucking Christ," I said to myself and could finally move on.
The stress was taking a toll on me, and as I typed in the next block of code, I saw a hair fall from my scalp and slowly land on my keyboard. I arched an eyebrow and picked it up. It was shriveled and wizened, and I started questioning if this was the beginning of the end.
I was nineteen years old, a dropout since I'd never felt school ever did something for me. I never had an issue landing a job with my coding skills, but this profession came with a cost of loneliness, ill health and stress. I had dreams of starting my own business and being self-employed, but last month I had to deal with my second bankruptcy as the project went straight down the toilet. It was devastating. During the first startup, I'd lived like an isolated hermit in order to save up money, just to see it fail shortly thereafter. I relived the hermit days the second time as a new idea struck me, but I quickly found out there wasn't really a market for it.
As usual, after I'd failed, I sought comfort in porn. Despite my failures, I had an abnormal libido. I'd read that stress and failure had a direct impact on your sex drive. It wasn't true for me, since I masturbated several times a day.
I went on Reddit and checked on all the nude girls making easy money out of OnlyFans. It was something I'd recently started doing. Prior to Reddit, I usually just went to Pornhub. I couldn't help but feel pangs of jealousy. They had it all--bodies to die for, wealth and popularity. I wished I could also make money remotely. I wished I could wake up whenever I felt like without having to code for someone else. I also wished that I could make millions, but so far it had all been wishful thinking and broken dreams.
I had started to think that perhaps my expectations were set too high, and I needed to take one thing at a time. But how could I sit here in this miserable place for years and years to come? That was one of my biggest fears, but it didn't seem I had any other choice but to keep going.
I went over my bookmarked websites, and I noticed all the explicit pages of mom-and-son porn. It was another fetish that started when I hit puberty but had just gotten stronger in the past years. I had always looked at my mother a bit differently. You couldn't judge me for that one since she was a smoking-hot model. Standing at six feet tall, she had dark blonde hair and blue eyes deep enough to drown in. She was almost an exact copy of any fitness babe on Instagram but honed with physical fitness. A subtle four-pack was scarcely visible between her top and yoga shorts which she absolutely loved to wear. She was often seen without a trace of makeup since it wasn't needed on her flawless face. Her boobs were still round, firm and defied gravity at all odds. She maintained a healthy lifestyle, from yoga to a diet free from processed food. The result was a body that made any woman green with envy.
She was a bit secretive about her work life. I knew she did some sort of modeling and made a bank out of it. I'd jerked off to her many times before and even dreamed of engaging in all kinds of sexual acts with her. It made me question whether I was sane or not. Something told me I was going insane after all these failed business ventures.
I took off my headphones and tossed them on the keyboard. I didn't want to think of my failures and broken dreams. I just wanted a moment of pleasure by myself.
"Why isn't he into girls?" my aunt asked. I froze with my mouse hovering right over a pornsite. I didn't know they were there, but it was unmistakably my aunt's voice. I'd been wearing my headset for more than an hour, so I hadn't been aware that they were home. I rose from my chair and snuck to the window. I lightly pulled the curtains aside just enough so I could peek outside. My aunt lay on the sun lounger right next to the pool. She wore her lustrous auburn hair loose which spilled over her curvy body. Her bikini bottom embraced her hips, and her top gently lifted her massive bust, deepening the delicious cleavage. Standing a few inches shorter than my mom, my aunt, Scarlett, was twenty-four years old and my mother's youngest sibling. My mother was thirty-seven but didn't look a day over twenty-five either. My aunt, though, looked like a barely legal teen; she radiated so much sexuality. I knew she had a thing for me, but I'd brushed her aside since I'd foolishly worked so much that I sweated blood. I was hellbent on succeeding even if it meant spending less time with Scarlett. Since she was only five years older than me, we usually referred to each other as cousins.
"Because he's a workaholic," Mom responded with hints of despair in her voice. She'd talked to me about this many times before. She usually told me that I worked my fingers to the bone and had to look after myself. Sadly, I kept dismissing her concern.
"I'll never understand men like him," she said and crossed her arms across her chest.
Mom nudged her sister with her elbow and grinned. "Scarlett... he's still a teen."
"He's a man in my world, but he has to take a breather once in a while."
"I've talked to him before."
"Did he give you the cold shoulder?"
"Not really. He just wants to chase the money, that's all," Mom explained. "I'm still proud of him. He's dedicated unlike no other youth out there."
"You're right. There aren't many dedicated men around," Scarlett said with hints of concern in her voice. "But he must have some fun in life, too."
"You've no idea how stubborn he can be."
"It just makes him more attractive," Scarlett said and a smile played on her face.
My mom moved her shades up into her hair and gave her little sister a look.
"Don't give me that look. If I find him attractive, I can say so," Scarlett said.
"I also find him attractive, but you're speaking like a horny teen now."
"What if it will help him? Even you said you felt bad for him after his second failure."
"What will help him?" Mom questioned and looked at her long and hard.
A weak blush crept on Scarlett's cheeks. "Never mind," she said and looked in the other direction.
It was yesterday I dropped the bomb and told Mom that the project had failed. I had worked months on it while still being a full-time backend developer for an online clothing shop. It just sucked when reality hit me, and I realized it led up another blind alley.
"He refuses to quit," Mom said with hints of pride in her voice. "But I just don't know how many hits he can take. The death of his father devastated him enough." She was right about that one. I'd looked up to him since he also had similar work ethics as I did. He'd told me to always step up my game and reach for the stars. He'd also shared his wisdom with me, and my favorite quote was, "Chase the money... After you have the money, the women will chase you, and the world will finally be yours." I kept thinking of the scene from Scarface after Tony killed Frank, and he saw the world is yours on an airship. I was going in that direction, even if there were setbacks and bumps on the road.
"I think it sounds like he needs to cool off," Scarlett said. "He needs a massage or something."
Mom gave her a look and boldly waggled her eyebrows. "I think you want to give him more than a massage."
"Well one thing leads to another," Scarlett joked.
"I thought you'd grown up," Mom said and kicked her lightly.
"I don't have time for that," she joked. I felt a bit awkward when she talked to me like that. I also found her incredibly hot, but there was that taboo barrier in our way. She was my aunt after all.
I also had an uncle, but he tragically died in a car accident along with my father. My cousin, who just turned eighteen, lived with her mother. It wasn't fair that my cousin, Valencia, also won the genetic lottery for good looks.
"How's your... personal life going?" Scarlett asked and waggled her eyebrows. This was one of those topics that caught my interest. It was mostly because my mother was so secretive about it. When I thought of it, Mom didn't even know I was home. I was supposed to go to the bank to close the business bank account. I had to postpone it because my boss asked me to work extra.
"Mellow... but I miss having a man that is well-endowed," Mom said wistfully.
"You don't plan to go back to acting?"
Mom shook her head. "I enjoy being independent, but I know I will get more views with a man."
"I see," Scarlett said. "Maybe I'll join in one day."
Mom laid her hand over Scarlett's. "It will be a pleasure... Not so sure what we'll do with my son though."
