This story focuses on the theme of incest. If this doesn't interest you, please do not read further. Thanks for your time.
Vincent sat in first class, sipping on a beer, pondering how he had gotten to this point in his life. He was finally going home for the first time in over five years. He knew it would not be a joyous return full of hugs and smiles. Nobody outside of his family would even notice nor care if he was back. He had been a nobody in a small town, a nerd, a skinny weakling. He expected a lukewarm reception from his older sister and believed that his mother would actually shun him completely. The last time he spoke to his mother was right after his father had passed away.
She had called him a coward for leaving his family in a lurch to go to college on the west coast. His relationship with his mother had often been contentious, especially as he entered his teen years.
Vincent was the youngest child of a poor family and grew up in a small row home in northeastern Pennsylvania near Scranton. His mother was loving enough when he was a boy but she grew angry and bitter over time. She hated her life and blamed Vincent's father for their financial situation. She would often call her husband a loser and a failure within earshot of the kids. She would say things to needle her husband and try to make him angry. She'd call Vincent a weakling and tell him he would grow up to be a loser like his father.
By contrast, his mother would dote on his sister, Maria. Maria could do no wrong in her mother's eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother with dark hair, green eyes, short and petite, with large breasts. Maria was four years older than Vincent and had two children. She married right after high school and moved into a run down rowhouse across the street. Her husband was a popular jock in high school, one of the cool kids. He worked in construction after he married Vincent's sister but he seemed to spend more time talking about his next job than actually working.
Vincent's father was a true man's man. He was tall and strong, a football player in high school, and a mechanic for over twenty years before he passed away from a heart attack. Vincent, on the other hand, had always been skinny, didn't play sports, and liked reading comics and coding. Vincent didn't need the constant reminding from his mother that he was a weakling. He was a nerd in school, never liked working out, and often got so lost in his books or working on the school computers that he forgot to eat. Vincent was also a late bloomer and didn't start hitting puberty until his junior year of high school. As a result, he was pale and looked sickly. The jocks in school would sometimes bully him but most of the time he was simply ignored and had no friends. His sister had tried to help him by telling him the things he needed to do to be cool and fit in but Vincent simply didn't think it was worth the effort.
Vincent's awkward teenage years were made even more confusing by his mother's treatment. She would insult him on a daily basis but then would occasionally give him a hug and cook him his favorite meal. His father would rarely respond when his mother became angry but would be very defensive when she insulted Vincent.
This would typically result in more insults like, "Why don't you get out of the house and take your weakling son?" or "I didn't think it was possible, but your son is going to grow up to be even less of a man than you are."
Vincent's dad would pull him aside after her outbursts and tell Vincent how proud he was of him. He would tell him to follow his dreams and do what makes him happy. Vincent often thought his dad died because he simply couldn't stand living with his mother anymore. Vincent had just graduated high school when his father passed and his mother told him he needed to be a man for once and get a job to help support the family. She told him it was his duty to care for his mother. Vincent didn't have the courage to tell his mother he had gotten a full scholarship to college. Instead he worked all summer, kept the money for himself, and then just up and left for college in California, leaving his mother a short note explaining that he needed to follow his dreams.
That was over five years ago and he had not spoken to his mother or sister since that day. College had been the right choice for Vincent in all aspects except for women. Vincent had lost his virginity in his sophomore year of college to a chubby girl named Susan he met in one of his classes. He thought they were in serious relationship, Vincent even thought he was in love, and they dated for over a year before she dumped him for being too focused on his academics. She was condescending and cruel about the breakup. She told Vincent he was boring and he would probably never find a wife, she also told him the only reason she stuck with him so long was because he had a really big dick. Vincent was extremely hurt and confused after the breakup. Vincent promised himself that he wouldn't get hurt like that again, he doubled his focus on his academics, and gave up on looking for love.
The next semester one of Susan's roommates, who had a serious boyfriend, approached him at the library and offered to walk him home. They had sex later that night. When Vincent asked why she was cheating on her boyfriend with him, she said Susan had told her how big his dick was and she just had to see it for herself. Weeks later, a second friend of Susan's, who also had a steady boyfriend, conveniently bumped into him on campus and he had sex with her as well. She told Vincent a similar story about just wanting to try out his dick after hearing Susan talk about it so often. Both girls told Vincent he could fuck them anytime he wanted and Vincent would call them on occasion to blow off steam. Vincent knew he was being used but relished the fact he was cuckolding their boyfriends.
Vincent's highlight of college was when he met Andre, a Russian immigrant with a passion for coding and comics. They hit it off immediately and had been best friends ever since. Together they had created a software that was able to crack certain viruses almost twice as fast as anything else on the market. They formed a company and had already gone through one round of angel investing. Vincent sold a small portion of his equity for over twenty million dollars in the first round and they were planning a second raise later in the year.
Over the last year, Andre and Vincent had taken a portion of their proceeds and used it to hire over ten engineers who worked around the clock to improve their product. In preparation for the second round of equity raise, they decided that Andre would handle the west coast and Vincent would work the east coast private equity firms. Vincent bought over ten acres on a mountain about 30 minutes from his hometown and less than two hours from where much of his fundraising would occur in New York City.
The house he had built was finally complete. It was over twelve thousand square feet, had a large pool, and gated grounds. He originally planned to go back to his hometown in a limo with tons of fanfare but later decided he would savor the moment. He devised a different, more grandiose, and devious plan. After his flight landed, Vincent drove through his hometown. It looked the same to him; dreary, poor, and drab. He pulled up to his childhood home in a late model Jeep and parked on the tight street. Despite it being almost 6pm, the temperature was still well above 90 degrees and he wiped the sweat forming on his brow. He barely recognized his childhood home, it had obviously been freshly painted and there was a new rocking chair on the small porch, the air conditioner in the window hummed softly. He knocked on the door nervously.
A strange woman answered the door, "Hi, can I help you?"
Vincent stammered, "Oh sorry, I was looking for my mother. She lives here, I mean used to live here."
At the mention of Vincent's mother the woman frowned, "Oh, we bought this house off her a few years ago. She lives across the street with her daughter."
Vincent thanked her and walked over to his sister's house. The paint was peeling and the house needed new windows. Her husband was a poor excuse for a contractor, Vincent thought idly. He walked up the steps and nervously knocked on the door. Moments later, the door opened and he was greeted by his sister's shocked face. She stood wordlessly for a moment, sweat beading on her head, as he looked her over. She had her black hair pulled back in a ponytail, she wore a white low cut tank top with a black bra underneath, and tight yoga shorts. Vincent thought she looked amazing and simply said, "Hi, Maria."
"Vincent!", she yelled finally and threw her arms around his head. He held her for a few moments enjoying her curves pressed against him when he heard his mothers voice, "Who is it Maria? Get back to the dinner table."
Vincent stepped into the small dining room and saw his mother, Tony, and Maria's two children seated around the table with a large pot of spaghetti in the middle. It was boiling hot in the room and they were all sweating. The air conditioner either didn't work or they never turned it on.
"Hi mother," Vincent said cautiously.
"Oh it's you, I was wondering when you would come crawling back," she said venomously.
Tony looked him over and said laughingly, "Hey Skinny Vinny, did you find a boyfriend out in California or what?"
Vincent hated being called skinny, he was still skinny but worked out a few days a week and ate much better now. He thought of himself as athletically thin.
"No boyfriends in California, Tony. Look Mother, I didn't come here to fight. I have an offer for you, sorry to interrupt your dinner. I will be outside when you are finished."
"Stay Vin, have some food," his sister pleaded.
"Thank you Maria, but I will wait outside."
Vincent sat in an old chair on the porch for almost an hour before his mother casually walked outside turning to close the door. Vincent thought she looked great despite being 44 years old. She resembled Raquel Welch or an older Camilla Belle. She was still fit, had large full breasts and what looked to be a firm ass. She didn't have any makeup on but she was a natural beauty even with the resting bitch face look. She wore a loose fitting t-shirt and capri pants.
