Bekka left the Johnson's very happy and with a purpose. She returned to school and approached Aubrey during lunch. They agreed to meet up after the final bell and spend the rest of the day together so they could have some quality best friend time. Since Nevyn didn't know how long he wanted to drag his plan out, Bekka would make sure Aubrey would be out late.
Derek, still blissfully unaware of the life changing evening he was about to have, had come to a decision about any future relationship with Nevyn. If Nevyn would agree to back off while he went to college, he would let Nevyn try to awaken any potential body hopping abilities he might have after had his degree. This didn't seem unreasonable to Derek, as Nevyn appeared to have nothing but time.
Unfortunately, Nevyn wasn't willing to wait a week, let alone a few years to get the answer he wanted. At that moment, he was waiting patiently in the body of Derek's mom, Nancy Johnson. Nevyn had meticulously baited both mother and son with desire for the other, and thanks to Nancy's memories, he knew that there had been several tugs on the line, but no bite. Today he would ensure that changed.
Nevyn assumed Derek's unwillingness or hesitancy in helping him discover his dormant body hopping potential was due to some moral or ethical code. Nevyn himself had shrugged off any notion of these almost a century ago, after having seen what mankind was capable of doing to each other. He reasoned if, given enough time, he could show Derek that he could be above all of society's norms and not be held to any social standard or law. But he didn't have time, well, he didn't have the patience. Nevyn deduced that if he could get Derek to break this one particular taboo, this one thing that he seemed to be fighting so stubbornly, the rest of his moral tendencies would fall like dominoes and he would become a thoroughly malleable student. Or it would just be fun to screw with him again, either way Nevyn would be entertained.
Derek had expected to walk home with his sister, which had been there habit for a few months now, mainly because of Nevyn coming into all their lives. Had Nevyn really been in and out of their lives for months now? It hadn't seemed that long but he had used his time efficiently to carve a messy, conflicting swath through Derek's life and he couldn't even talk about it with his family because they had no clue. Nevyn had been sure to wipe or edit their memories accordingly so they didn't even know Nevyn had possessed them and made them do deplorable things around him or to him. No one else would believe him anyway except for Bekka, but he didn't want to involve her because Nevyn had made it sound as if she were possibly on his side because of his body hopping abilities. Everyone had a fetish he surmised.
When he stepped into his house, he wondered if his mom would spend the rest of the day avoiding him as she had all week. This had been due to the lingering thoughts of lust Nevyn had implanted in her mind while she had been under his possession, but so far, they had both been strong enough not to act on those primal urges. He hoped she would avoid him. It would be easier right now as it would be just the two of them for a couple hours after she got home from her usual Friday errands. With Bri out with Bekka and his dad going out with work buddies, they would have to actively stay out of each other's eyesight to best avoid temptation.
This train of thought was derailed however, the moment Derek stepped into the living room and saw his mother sitting nervously on the couch in her fluffy pink bathrobe. "Derek, sweetie," his mom said softly, "please come have a seat. We need to talk."
Derek swallowed hard. He didn't know what this was about but it couldn't be good. His steps towards his mother were cautious, as if there were a minefield under the beige carpet.
"It's okay dear," his mother encouraged. "I won't bite. At least, I'll try not too." She stifled a laugh at this and then blanched as if knowing the joke had been in poor taste.
As Derek sat, he tried to take control of whatever was about to happen. "Mom, maybe we should talk about it when Dad or Bri get home? I can just go up to my room or..."
Derek's mom took a deep breath as if to steel herself before she began. "Derek, don't be silly. I'm your mother. We should be able to be in the same room together and talk about anything, even if it's something difficult to discuss. We're family and we love each other and can get through anything. Now, I know I've been avoiding you recently, and I wanted to tell you why."
Derek was back on his feet. "Mom, unless this is about a summer job or my future academic choices, I really think we should wait until Dad gets home. Please?"
His mother took his hand and gently pulled him back down to a sitting position next to her. "I think that would be a good, but also terrible idea, given the subject matter."
Derek grimaced knowingly, then remained silent. He figured at this point he'd let his mother say her peace and then they could either get past it somehow or continue to avoid each other.
After seeing that Derek would allow her to continue without further interruption, his mom pressed on. "About a week ago I, I don't know I, just started having these weird feelings and emotions when I'd be around you. Over the past few months I've really noticed the man you've become, especially in a few of those more embarrassing moments we've seemed to have had recently. For instance," she broke eye contact with him and looked at a painting on the opposite wall, "when I got hurt in the shower and you, uh, got a little grabby with me."
Derek was a little confused. He knew Nevyn had the ability to alter the memories of people he was possessing. He was crafty enough to tweak things that had happened to suit his interests, craftier still by planting completely false memories that had never happened if it suited him. Derek concluded that the teasing and seduction Nevyn had acted out while inside his mom was tweaked in a way that would make Derek the one who had been behaving badly. In truth he had overstepped boundaries, but he rationalized he had done so only after Nevyn had pushed him across.
"Mom," Derek started, "what exactly do you remember about that time you fell in the shower, or other things you think I may have done?"
His mother frowned and arched an eyebrow. "I remember everything fine, same as you. I'm not making up the fact that you barged in while I was taking a shower, startling me and causing me to fall and sprain myself. I appreciated you helping me up to the bed but, well, you definitely took some liberties with where your hands went."
Derek wished Nevyn were in the room right then so he could wring his neck. His mother went on. "And then when you massaged my leg and your hands went higher and higher even when I told you not to until you, you touched me there where no son ever should touch a mother."
"Mom, that's not quite how it all happened," Derek protested, also trying to think of any pressing homework. Anything to keep his penis from having any say in the conversation.
"I don't blame you. I've certainly teased you a bit recently. Unknowingly at first, like when we did yoga together and I felt what a..." She blushed fiercely, but looked him directly in the eyes, "what a big boy you've become."
Derek's eyes widened and panic started to set in. He needed to get out of this room before it was too late. He went to stand but his mom grabbed his arm and kept him planted on the couch next to her. Very close next to her. The smell of her floral body wash flooded his nostrils.
"But I take full responsibility for teasing you the way I did when I wore that lingerie. I must say it was nice to know my body could still have that effect on a young man. But I'm sorry I did it. I know you haven't had a girlfriend in a while and have been focused entirely on your studies and," she place a hand tenderly on his cheek, "you haven't been able to find any type of sexual release. And then here your Momma goes and makes you even more pent up. I'm sorry I've been so bad, but I'd like to help you if you'll let me."
Derek was a deer in headlights as his mother scooted herself so close that their legs were touching. The entire time her hand never left his face.
"It's completely natural for a boy to fantasize about his mother. You'll probably end up marrying someone just like me someday. Today, though, just once, as a sort of making it up to you for any frustration I may have caused, I'd be willing to let you live out the fantasy."
Derek swallowed hard. He didn't know what to do. His body did and he started to lean his face towards her as she did the same. He could feel her warm breath as she drew closer. Saw her lips part as her tongue snaked out to wet her lips, preparing for a kiss they both knew was coming. And then Derek felt a mild spark of electricity against his cheek where his mother's hand was, and he jerked back as his mother's body shuddered from head to toe for one improbably long second. For most, it would have been almost imperceptible. But to Derek, who had seen it far too many times for his liking, it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Derek stood up and retreated to the other end of the living room. "Nevyn, you son of a bitch!"
A low, menacing laugh escaped Nancy Johnson's mouth as her eyes appraised her now extremely wary prey. "Now now," Nevyn's deep voice said from her lips, "Is that any way to talk to your mother?"
Derek's face tightened and his hands became fists. "Get out of my mom right now! You said you wouldn't hop my family anymore!"
