A Twist of Fate Ch. 01

The room quickened again, and the air seemed to grow slightly hotter then it once as. Out of the corner of her eye Lynn could see several beads of sweet form atop Nathan's brow. He was beginning to cave.

A smile crawled across Lynn's face, and for a second she felt almost dizzy. "Besides, I'm the best editor in this state. So either you find a way to fit me in, or I go somewhere else."

She quickly decided to make her final grab for power. She didn't wait for an answer, and instead Lynn rose to her feet and extended her hand. "Thank you for meeting with me Mr. Johnson. I look forward to hearing from you."

She shook his hand and couldn't help but smile as she read the surprise on his face. Not wanting to gloat Lynn picked up her things, pushed away the metal office chair and made her way to the door, but stopped as she could hear rustling behind the desk.

"Lynn," Nathan Johnson called out to her. He took a breath, and then whipped away the sweet with the back of his hand. "When can you start?"

Carefully Lynn looked over her shoulder and smiled. She was struggling to contain the excitement that flowed through her now like a raging river, but somehow she kept her composer by smoothing the front of her old blouse. She would need some time to pick up new clothes she realized, and maybe get her hair and nails done. Looking good was something Lynn was so accustomed to being forced to do she had grown too truly enjoy it. It made her feel confidant and beautiful, even when she was being used like a common whore.

"I can start in a week Sir," she said in a tempered voice.

"Good," Nathan said as he walked over and shook her hand once more. "We need all the help we can get."

#

For the first time in his life Dustin didn't want to see his mother. She had called him an hour ago, urging him to drop what he was doing and come over as quickly as possible. There had been excitement in his mother's voice, and as he walked up the hotels dirty stars towards the upper floor he was grateful that she was finding a purpose again.

Your mother is a whore. Her only purpose is to suck cock, and serve a proper master. Collin's words rang throughout his head as he placed his hand on the brass doorknob.

Dustin took a deep breath, and shook his head. He had heard his mother and Nathan on several occasions, but he had never believed it possible that his mother could be a whore. He hadn't believed Collin until he had seen the videos. His mother had done anything Collin had asked. Any nasty act no matter how deprived or disgusting it was his mother did like a faithful little slut.

And the worst part was she had gotten off on every last thing.

The video had changed things. Dustin had known his mother was attractive, he had heard his friends call her a milf a thousand times, but this was different. Something deep within him was changing, a pull towards something he had only dreamed about was suddenly filling him with needs and wants the likes of which he had never felt before.

With his hand still on the doorknob Dustin took a step back and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. His mother needed him, now more then ever, but he had to be sure. Quickly he texted Amber, a girl he had hooked up with a few weeks ago. He had been drunk, and had acted out on some of his deepest fantasies.

As he sent the text Dustin felt a weight fall from his shoulders. He nocked on the rusted old door and did all he could to contain the smile that was quickly spreading across his face. He knew Amber would answer him quickly. She wanted him, and although she wasn't anything to write home about she had been fun and had done anything and everything Dustin had told her.

You're a dominant Dustin, plain and simple. Your more like me then your mother. You want control. You want power. So why don't you take it?

Dustin shook the question from his mind as the door began to open. His mother stood on the opposite side, her hair done up like when she was working. She wore a simple black blouse with an ill-fitting top and pale stockings the color of fine cream. Her nails where painted a bright crimson, and her makeup looked absolutely perfect.

She hugged him tightly and kissed him several times on the cheek before urging him in.

Dustin was happy she let go; the tent in his pants was not fully unexpected but now was not the time. He would have to wait until he was absolutely sure.

As he walked into the small hotel room he heard his phone vibrate. He glanced down and saw the name Amber scrawled across his screen. He quickly opened the message and smiled. She was game, and was waiting for him to call her.

"Hey mom, you mind if I call a friend?"

His mother sat down on a dingy twin sized bed and shook her head. "Of course not baby. Is it a hot date?"

He smiled, and shrugged his shoulders. Collin was right; his mother was sexy as hell. He claimed the only reason he had let her go was because he wanted to explore new things and could no longer give her the effort a slut of her caliber needed. Dustin hadn't wanted to admit it at the time, but now looking at his mother he was happy Collin couldn't give her what she needed.

"No," he began as he turned around and opened the door. "But I wouldn't tell you if it was, a person's private business is their own mother. You should know that."

There was sharpness in his voice that he had not anticipated. He let his harsh words hang in the air for a moment, before blowing his mother a kiss and shutting the door behind her.

"I need to cool it," Dustin told himself as he walked over to the steps and sat down. He looked around for a second, and was disgusted that his mother was living in such a place. It was a rancid shit hole, which looked like it was home to several large rats. Filth ran across the walls, and coated everything in a thick layer of grime. Collin had truly left her nothing. "She's mine to protect now," he told himself, before dialing the phone

The phone rang for only a second before a cheerful voice picked up. "Amber," Dustin began, cutting off whatever she was about to say. Collin had always spoken in a cold, disinterested tone. Dustin emulated it now, more confidant then he had ever been before.

"How have you been slut?"

Amber took a sharp intake of air into her lungs. It was a poor attempt to hide the soft moan that escaped her lips, but he paid it no mind. "Good Dustin. How are..."

Dustin cut her off again with a quick chuckle. "Think hard and remember what you should call me when I speak to you."

"Sorry Sir," Amber said, excitement now pouring from her lips. "How have you been Sir?"

"Good slut," Dustin replied. "I've been thinking about you lately. What are you doing later tonight, around midnight?"

This time her moan was far more audible. "Anything you ask Sir."

Dustin laughed, excitement making his dick as hard as iron. He stepped up from the stairs and began walking back towards his mother's room. "Be at my dorm room ten minutes before midnight. If I'm not there wait till I get back. Wear something lacy and sexy. Please me and this can become something more."

He hung up the phone without waiting for a reply. Deep down he knew Amber would do anything he asked. Their first date had gone very well, and he hadn't called her back because he had been so busy and he had been afraid of what they had done. His urges had frightened him once, but that fear had died when he had seen what his mother truly was. Now all he wanted to do was be the person he had been born to be.

#

Lynn saw the briefest outline of a satisfied smile upon her son's face as he walked back into the hotel room and sat down on a dingy old chair a the side of the bed. His smile grew for a second as he looked up at her, and for a moment Lynn allowed herself to admire what she had brought into this world.

Dustin was tall, and his once narrow shoulders where now becoming more broad. He was filling into his height, and with his piercing blue eyes and mop of curly brown hair he looked more and more like his father with each passing day. At a glance her son even looked like he had put on some muscle during his freshman year at High Point. She smiled at that thought, memories of the crying pudgy baby she had cared for when their world had fallen apart.

I needed him so much more then he will ever know, she told herself. Losing his father to cancer had been hard, but memories of those days where some of the sweatiest she had left now, and she would cherish them to her final days.

"I ordered some pizza," Lynn said in an attempt to cut through the silence. She could see that her son was uncomfortable, his eyes constantly scanning the run down room. He was angry, and she didn't know what to do or say to make things better.

Dustin nodded. "You shouldn't have." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Lynn didn't like to pry but she noticed several twenties popping out of the worn black wallet she had got him when he turned fifteen. She could still remember the day when he came into her room with his chest held high saying he was a man and he needed a wallet to hold his fortune. Collin had laughed, but he had given her just enough money to by him a fine wallet she was happy to see he still kept.

He stood up and walked over to her, two twenties held tightly in his hand. "Here mom, take it."

Lynn rose to her fet and gave her son another hug. She then pulled away and shook her head. "I don't want..."

Her words trailed off as Dustin gave her a surprising stare. Something in the back of her mind told her to stop speaking, and a second later he handed her the money and smirked. "I love you mom, and I want to take care of you."

Lynn felt her head go light, and if it weren't for the doorbell she would have nearly fallen over. Grateful for the sudden diversion she rushed to the door and happily paid for the pizza with Dustin's money. All the while she could feel her son's eyes bore into her back. It reminded her of the way Collin had stared at her, and that feeling frightened her more then anything else.

Her mind suddenly returned to the phone message she had gotten earlier in the day. She walked over to the room's lone table and placed the pizza and bottle of soda on the table. She then rubbed the bridge of her nose, and struggled to regain composer.

She glanced at her son and the proud smile he wore as he grabbed a slice of pizza from the half opened box. He was more confident then she had ever remembered him being, and that was good. Dustin was going to be great at anything he did, and she had always wished her son would take himself more seriously. Now it looked like he was doing so, and that frightened her more then anything else.

They ate pizza and chatted about life for a while. Lynn wanted to tell Dustin the good news, but instead quickly found herself listening to Dustin speak about school. She loved when he talked about his life, and could have listened for hours, but something about the conversation worried her. It wasn't what Dustin said that had her on edge, but the way in which it made her feel. She was absolutely soaked down stairs, and her mind was aflutter like she was a star-crossed high school girl. She didn't know what to do or say, so she simply sat there completely and utterly captivated.

When the pizza was gone Dustin got up to use the bathroom. Lynn took the time to reach into her purse and pull out a mirror. Now almost completely on autopilot she checked her makeup and applied another layer of red lipstick. She smiled, and took a deep breath before a wave of revulsion washed over her.

"He is your son," she hissed, anger and venom dripping from her now quivering lips. "You can't feel this way towards him. It is unnatural and sick."

She heard the door open and whirled around just in time to see her son walk into the room. "Are you doing you makeup mom?" he asked, a slight smile on his face.

She realized in that moment that she would do anything to have his chock inside of her. "Yes," she admitted quickly before lowering her head slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm just so happy. I have great news Dust."

Dustin sat down on the bed and folded his arms. "Lay it on me mom."

She smiled at the thought, and then shook her head. She would have to think about this later. Now she had to focus on the reason why she had called her son over. "Well Dustin, I got my old job back at the publishing house. I start Monday and they are all really excited to have me back."

He jumped up from the bed and gave her a strong hug that filled her entire mind with sweet thoughts. She looked up at him, and for the first time in years felt safe in a man's arms.

This is wrong, she told herself as her son let go. She took a few quick steps back and held out her hands as if to ward him off. "I'm happy you're so excited about this Dust," she said almost absently. "You don't need to worry about your old mom anymore."

Dustin snorted. "You're far from old mom, and I'm always going to worry about."

"Good," Lynn said. She knew what she had to say, but the words struggled to come out. When they finally did, she was more afraid then she would have ever liked to admit.

"Have you spoken to Collin lately?" she asked.

A look of sheer horror spread across her son's face as he sat back down and shrugged his shoulders. He was trying to play it off, but Dustin was not a liar. He had never been good at it as a child, and even now his cheeks where quickly growing red.

"You know it's alright if you have. I won't be mad, just be honest."

Dustin bit the bottom of his lip and reluctantly shook his head. "I have," he admitted.

Lynn forced a smile onto her face. She walked over and sat down next to her son before grabbing his hand. "I know you lost a father figure," she began in a low voice. "But it really is for the best that we split up. Neither of us were getting what we need out of one another."

Dustin nodded, then smiled. "I know mom," he said, his tone once again supremely confident. He then gave her hand a quick squeeze and kissed her on the cheek. "I just went over to grab a few things and say my final goodbye. We talked for a while, and he told me that he could no longer give you the effort you deserved. Said someone else surly would and that there was no reason to be upset. That you would be just fine in time."

This time Lynn snorted. "Collin always had a way with words," she replied. "But he is right, I will be fine Dustin."

"I know," he said as he rose to his feet and glanced down at his phone. "I'm going to take care of you. I promise everything will be back to normal very soon."

Lynn watched a thin smile spread across his lips as he sent a text message then put his phone back into his pocket and ran a hand through his hair. "You really must have a hot date," she quipped again.

Dustin laughed. "As a matter of fact I do," he said quickly and firmly. "But it is only a dress rehearsal for the real thing."

He then walked over and planted a kiss on Lynn's forehead before giving her another tight hug. "Thanks for tonight mom, it really helped me make a few decisions, and congrats for the good news. Maybe in a few days we can go out and get some steak. You know really celebrate."

He stood over her for a moment, his arms folded as if he was weighing a great decision in his mind. He then smiled, and flexed his right hand.

Lynn almost moaned, her panties now completely and utterly soaked. "Are you asking me out on a date?" The question left her lips before she could even attempt to pull it back, and in a matter of seconds she felt her own cheeks grow red-hot.

Dustin looked at her for a moment and nodded. "I expect you to be there and look your best mother." He then left without saying a word.

For a moment Lynn could feel the electricity in the air. She stood perfectly still, the image of her son and his confidence burning itself into her mind. She then flopped back onto the bed and let out a low moan the likes of which she had not heard in a long time. Her hands moved down to her pussy almost instantly, and for a second she considered pleasuring herself right there and then.

She stopped however as the revulsion returned. She leapt up and ran into the bathroom as fast as she could. She then turned on the water, and jumped in like she was some dumb college bimbo in heat.

You are a bimbo, a voice said in the back of her mind. And now you're becoming your sons. The thought made Lynn vomit, but after she was done she closed her eyes and saw her son's staring back at her.

#

Amber stood at the door nervously for over fifteen minutes before Dustin walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped, and he smiled inwardly before lowering his hand to her round ass. "Patience is a virtue slut. You might just be rewarded."

She shivered, her ass jiggling slightly. "I've already been rewarded sir," she said in a husky voice that made Dustin's cock stiffen.

Amber was a normal looking girl, with some extra curves and a dorky smile that made her bright green eyes look all the more innocent. They had met at a freshman mixer a month and a half ago, and had clicked almost instantly. Amber was studying computers, and so was Dustin. They both liked video games, horror movies, and stupid cartoons that made absolutely no sense. Everything just fit into place, until their first date.

He looked at her then pushed past her and opened the door. They had gone out drinking that night, both unsure of one another. Dustin had taken control, and Amber had submitted as if it were second nature to her. They had done things he had dreamed about for years, and yet when they woke up the next morning it was as if they had simply made love. That had frightened Dustin. Amber had been so happy to be treated like a piece of meat, fucked in way that had driven her to tears. Dustin had been worried that he was becoming his stepfather. Now he realized that he had, and there was no going back.

Amber jumped slightly as Dustin shut the door behind them. She walked towards the bed and folded her arms, but she didn't sit down. Instead she smiled at Dustin and simply waited.

Ok, Dustin told himself, now or never.

He closed his eyes and felt the cold, decisiveness of control wash over him. He took a few shorts breaths as he walked over to Amber and rubbed the back of his hand upon the nape of her neck. She shivered, and Dustin smiled. He loved this more then he had ever thought possible, and now there was no more denying his hidden urges. He was going to be what he was, no matter where it brought him.

Slowly his hand moved from her neck down to her arm. He pushed her gently onto the bed, his eyes wide as he studied her body. She looked up at him with hopefulness, and joy; pleasure already racing throughout her body.

She shivered as Dustin sat down on the bed next to her and grabbed the bottom of her plain grey t-shirt. He smiled at her, his eyes locking with hers as she pulled off her shirt and exposed her milky white flesh. His eyes trailed down for a second, his hands greedily moving towards her lace bra.

"You did well," he said as he removed her bra and exposed her breasts to the cool autumn air.

Amber shivered, a look of absolute joy filling her face. A second later she let out a moan, and began to tremble softly. "Thank you sir," she said in a husky voice. "I tried my best to please you."

Dustin reached up and pinched one of Amber's nipples. He was rough, but things would only get rougher. She cooed, her eyes almost rolling in the back of her head as his grip increased.

"Now listen closely slut. I like you and I want to see more of you, but that doesn't change the simple fact that you main use to me is pleasure. You are a fuck toy, a stupid little piggy I have chosen to use for my own pleasure. If you can accept this, and grow with me, then this relationship can begin.