Chapter 1
Class was out of session for two weeks due to the winter holidays and I was driving back home. Due to an oncoming blizzard. It was one of those once-in-a-decade kinds of storms that were guaranteed to bring travel to halt for days, if not longer. So my school decided to cancel classes two days early so that the students were able to be with family rather than being stuck in the dorms. On a whim, I decided to just toss my lightly packed suitcase into the back seat of my rustbucket little car and make the three-hour drive home. In retrospect, I probably should have called mom knowing that I would be home a couple of days ahead of schedule. Instead, I decided to surprise her. I don't know if I made the correct decision. But I do know that my holiday vacation wouldn't have been half as interesting if I had.
It was just past nine in the evening when I pulled into the driveway of the family home. Being the youngest, I was the last to leave the nest. At one time the house once held eight, but with dad passing away three years ago now only mom remained.
Growing up, we were raised with the idea that knocking is for strangers and salesmen. Family could just walk in. As such, mom always made sure that even though my siblings and I no longer lived in the family home, we should all still have keys.
A day early and unannounced I let myself in. Driving up to the house, I saw that all of the lights were off and assumed that mom wasn't home. Sure, her fugly pink minivan still sat in the driveway, but it wasn't uncommon for her to go with her friends and make a day of visiting minimalls and antique stores in the surrounding area. It would just be all the more of a surprise for her when she returned home, I figured.
Stepping into the mud room, I doffed my boots in order to not track snow and mud through the living room. That's when the sound of a muffled grunt along with a barely perceptible sound of a buzzing caught my attention. Maybe mom was home after all? But what could she be doing?
The door from the mudroom to the living room was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open.
"Hey mom, class let out early so I thought I'd..." I started to announce my presence in the chance that she was home, but the sentence died on my lips.
I expected to perhaps see my slightly plump, sweet, and half gray-haired mother sitting on the couch in the dark probably watching some sappy Hallmark Christmas movie. What I saw instead was a skinny ginger chick who looked maybe eighteen or nineteen sitting bare-assed naked in front of the camera of a laptop with her legs spread and a vibrating toy teasing her twat.
The chick was halfway through a moan when she turned her head to look at me. There was an awkward period of time when we just sort of stared at one another making awkward eye contact.
In the compressed time that frightening experiences take place, it felt like we stared at one another for five minutes, but in actuality, it was probably not longer than one or two seconds.
Letting out a squeak that sounded like someone stepped on a Yorkie, the redhead chick nearly jumped from her seat and threw the vibrating toy. The plastic shell of the battery-operated dildo clattered against the hardwood floor and continued to buzz away merrily, making a rattling sound that could be felt as much as heard. Grabbing a large throw pillow, the girl covered herself up as best as she could.
When the initial fright passed she looked into the webcam and said, "Uh, sorry folks. A bit of a personal emergency. Be right back as soon as I can." With that being said she typed a short series of commands onto the keyboard and slammed the laptop lid shut.
"W-what are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be home until Sunday. Oh god, oh god you can't be here right now!" The girl said while looking down at herself to make sure she had adequate coverage before looking at me.
Feeling my heartbeat thundering in my temples, I ignored her question and fired off my own. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my mom's home?" I shouted at the bare-ass teen thot. My surprise and fear shifted over to anger.
"I-I...uh," she looked down in embarrassment. Her face was absolutely covered in a vibrant coating of freckles, so when the blush of embarrassment crossed her face it made her look even more like a strawberry. "You weren't supposed to be home until Sunday Tom," she finally just above a whisper.
I searched my memories, trying to think of just who this could be and why she knew my name. I was. Of eight children I was the only boy. My sister Lilian was a lesbian I knew, so perhaps this was one of her girlfriends? But would Lillian date a girl that was ten years or so younger than she was?
I stepped closer until I was looming over the couch and staring down at her. This made her clutch the blue plaid pillow even more tightly against her scrawny frame and shrink away from me. "You didn't answer my question. Who are you and why are you fucking playing with yourself in my mom's living room?" Though I didn't raise a fist to her or anything of the sort, I'm sure my body language made it known that I wasn't opposed to tossing her out of the house on her skinny bare ass.
She looked around as if looking for somewhere to flee from this conversation. "T-Tom, honey, it's me," this was said just about as a whisper. She tried to hold my gaze as she said it, but soon lost it and was left staring down at her feet.
"Me?" I shouted. It was as much an accusation as a question. "Me fucking who?"
She chewed on her lips in such a way that, despite the rage, I felt hammering inside my chest, I had to admit was kind of cute.
"Honey, it's me," she squeaked out.
I was about to repeat my question when my mouth slammed shut and it hit me like a megaton detonation.
Oh god.
Maybe it was something about the shape of the face, the necklace that she wore that was dad's last gift to her, or the eyes which are windows to the soul, or so the saying goes. But this girl who looked probably five years younger than me, I knew was in fact, my mom.
"M-mom?" I took an involuntary step back. My rage suddenly melted away and was supplanted by fear and confusion that sat in my heart no more comfortably. "What the fuck? No, no way. Are you seriously taking Nus? Don't you know those things are illegal?"
Renews, more commonly known as Nus were a new drug in the emerging market of recreational pills based on the next step of CRISPR technology. They were created by a researcher hired by some secretive and insanely wealthy people. But his conscience got the better of him, and he decided that bringing about a race of nearly immortal and eternally young ruling class of billionaires was probably a bad idea. So before the research could be finished he released it onto the dark web and vanished into anonymity. That research has since been copied and used to create the party drug that most call Nus. Though it's not the permanent solution to aging that the ultra-wealthy hoped it would be, it is enough to make someone as young as they want for a short time. As it also turned out, despite being funded by billionaires, it was also incredibly cheap to make.
Mom's face twisted up into an indignant look that I'm sure she meant to look angry, but considering the circumstances just made her look kind of cute if I'm being honest.
"So what? I'm an adult. I can do what I want. Anyway, didn't I look the other way for you in high school when you were smoking pot?"
Okay, yeah. Fair point. She had me there.
"Yeah, sure," I said rubbing my forehead. "I'm not going to get into you right now the arguments why marijuana should be legalized. But really, Nus? Geez, mom, what would dad say? I mean hell, you look younger even me right now..." It was uncomfortable to look at her. The feeling that I wasn't so much as having a conversation with my mother, who should be on the border between middle age and being elderly, and I was instead scolding an underclassman in my dorm hit me. It changed our roles in an unexpected and not wholly comfortable way.
Mom looked down, her cheeks colored with embarrassment. Now what you have to understand, my mom was always something of a helicopter parent. She was overbearing as a parent to a fault and not one to spare the rod if you catch my meaning. So to see her looking so shy and meek was perhaps even a bigger shock than seeing her petite naked ass.
Her eyes lit up and something like a mischievous smile crossed her lips. "Well... hopefully not too hard to look at." Her grip loosened on the pillow that she was clutching and she wiggled her shoulders in a teasing manner.
The action wasn't lost on me. "What? I... geez mom? What the fuck are you doing? Anyway, what's with this?" I motioned to the laptop. "The fuck are you doing with any of this?"
My words must have hit her like cold water to the face. She looked like someone who was suddenly forced from a stupor. Looking down she considered her words before she started to talk again. "Well... uh, I mean putting six children through college hasn't been cheap. I mean your father left us a good nest egg. It's not like I'm in danger of losing the house or anything. I get by for the most part. But I like making my own money so I can splurge on myself every now and then."
"So you decided to shake some teen ass for some creepy perverts on the internet?" I accused.
In return, she shot me a glare. "Don't call my customers creepy. Besides, they uh... I mean they keep me company."
"Company?"
"Yeah," she continued. "I mean you and all of your sisters have gone away to start your own lives. I mean, yeah, that's good. But I'm all alone. And it's nice to have company, even of the internet "friends" variety."
