The Twin's Game Pt. 01

Tim and James Masters did everything together. Throughout nearly every moment of their 18 years, the two twins were nearly tied at the hip. Every class, hobby, and friend group was shared between them. Now that they are adults, they knew that their relationship was going to be strained. Eventually they would need to go to college, find jobs, and start families of their own.

They started having discussions about the future and front-of-mind was their mother Jessica. Now that their sisters Amanda and Crystal had moved out of their home and their father long-since passed away, Jessica would be an empty-nester and that didn't sit right with the brothers. All of the Masters loved their mother, but her sons were something special. The two made sure to spend as much time with her as possible after their high school graduations. Movie and dinner dates, trips to museums and art galleries, walks in the woods and swimming trips to the beach.

Jessica too was treasuring the time she spent with her sons. She had a business selling print-on-demand products. Things like shirts, mugs, phone cases. Thankfully it was a great way to make a living very passively, so she could indulge in a life of leisure. She was in no hurry to kick out her twin sons, but knew that their leaving would be inevitable, so she was more than happy with her life being spontaneous and carefree. She didn't date and didn't want to. She raised two successful daughters and two handsome sons on her own, had a financially fruitful business, a few close friends, and a two-story house and car all debt free. She had no need for some middle-aged has-been to complicate things.

Of course the one thing that was missing in her life was sex. She had a few flings here and there, but for the most part, had to contend with her collection of vibrators and online erotic fiction. Whenever she would look in the mirror, Jessica could not help but to admire her own looks. She sported long, wavy red hair, an old-Hollywood glamorous face, a soft and curvy chest, and lovely wide hips that made her ass look impeccable. Of course she drew looks wherever she went and glanced her sons taking a sneak peak once in a while, but she thought nothing of it. Young men love sexy women after-all and Tim and James were not immune to her charms.

Five months after their 18th birthdays, Tim and James were on a walk together through their suburban neighborhood and having one of their many talks.

"I still don't know what we should do with Mom," Tim said. "Did Brownsburrow U get back to you with your application?"

"Yeah they said that their Game Development program was full and the wait-list is 18 months long, even with just online classes." James had long waited to create video games, which was one of the twin's favorite passions. "What about yours?"

"Everything I've tried is either full or way too expensive for us. We could go into a boring major like English or Business, but dammit, I think we can do a lot better than that. Especially since we're going to pay for it ourselves. Mom keeps asking to contribute, but I still think we should decline her offers. She's already done far to much than to throw her money away at us."

"I agree," replied James. "Hell maybe we should just self-teach ourselves. Most of what we want to learn is online anyway. We can spend the next few years learning to make games and then open our own studio."

"You think that Mom will put us up at home for that long?"

"Good point, although nothing is stopping us from getting jobs and paying rent if she asks us. We are adults now. We should at least contribute to the house."

"Agreed. How about this? Tonight at dinner, we pitch to Mom this idea and if college doesn't work out for us this year, then we can get jobs, give Mom money to stay at home, and work our asses off to make our dreams work. Deal?"

The twins stop in their tracks on the sidewalk Tim sticks out his hand for James to shake. James gives Tim's hand a firm shake. It's settled. They release their hands and pivot their feet to turn back home when they glance into a nearby abandoned strip mall and see a new establishment. A drab neon sign reads "Action Arcade. 18 +", and below that is a small cardboard sign that reads "Help Wanted. One hour of work. $200 stipend."

"When the hell was there an arcade here?" asks James.

"Beats me," says Tim. "Well, should we make a quick $200 and head home?"

"Sounds good to me."

The two men enter the arcade and immediately goosebumps appear all over their bodies, as though both experience the same intense chill. Walking around, the boys felt like arcade was just as drab as the sign. About 50 machines appear haphazardly scattered throughout the room in varying states of disrepair. Some machines were missing joysticks and buttons, others had dull or dead monitors, and some just didn't seem to work at all.

"Hi! Are you here for the help wanted sign?" said a chipper, young female voice behind the twins. James and Tim nearly jumped out of their skins in fright, but that was immediately overridden by the looks of the women now in front of them. She sported deep red hair, bright white teeth, and curves that rivaled the best of their deepest fantasies. 'What the hell was a hot young woman doing in this dump?' the boys thought.

"Yes!" the twins said in unison. They gave each other a quick glance and laugh. No matter how old the twins may be, habits die hard.

"Great," said the woman. "My name is Angela and we need testers for a new game we're prototyping."

"Oh awesome!" exclaimed Tim. "What studio are you with?"

"I'm sorry, but I cannot disclose that. I'm not even from the developer. I'm just a part of the market research firm they hired. If you two will follow me, I will introduce you to the game. We just need you to play for one hour and then I can give you your money and you can leave if you wish."

Angela hastily started towards one of the corners of the arcade and the two men followed.

"No offense, but why here to do the market test? This place is kind of run-down," asked James.

"This location was deemed to have our client's target demographic. You two," replied Angela.

Tim and James gave each other apprehensive looks. Tim was about to open his mouth to inquire more, but Angela quickly shut him down.

"I'm sorry but I cannot answer questions at this time. We need you to be as open-minded as possible without pre-conceived opinions. I'm sure you understand." Tim and James immediately understood, but for a brief instance, did not know why they understood.

After a surprisingly long amount of time, the three reached a pair of white arcade cabinets. At the top of the cabinets, where titles of games usually reside, was a text that Tim and James could not understand. It didn't look like any language they were familiar with.

"If you could each approach a cabinet, we will begin." Angela motioned towards the cabinets and Tim and James immediately obeyed. "Press Start" flashed on the screen and both boys hit their respective buttons.

What followed was an hour of unintelligible nonsense. Lights and sounds flashed on the screens as Tim and James absentmindedly hit buttons. Sometimes colors would change at the press of the buttons, other times just sounds changed, other times, for a brief flash of a moment a letter or word would appear, but neither twin would notice. Neither Tim nor James seemed to notice much at all. As they played, both men felt at peace. So much so that their cocks started to become erect in their pants, but neither seemed to care. After 30 minutes, Angela went up to both men to observe their uber-calm states and hard dicks. After determining that neither twin could detect her presence, she reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a small red button with no label and gave it a press. A faint red mist started to fill the arcade and came out of all of the machines in the room. Tim and James continued to play but smiles and small words started to come out of their mouths.

"Fuck"

"Oh yeah."

"Harder"

"Faster"

"Beautiful"

"Sexy"

"Mommy"

The twins became even more engrossed in the game. Their faces moving closer and closer to their screens. Buttons tapping furiously. Their hands on the joysticks thrust up and down, as though they were masturbating instead of playing a game. Angela pocketed the red button and lay down on the carpet. One hand reaching into her pants, massaging her clit and the other hand massaging a tit and nipple. After 25 minutes, an intense orgasm flooded her body and the red mist dissipated.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Angela gets off of the floor and straightens out her clothes. Tim and James slowly start to peel themselves away from the mysterious arcade cabinets. The twins give each other a look in disbelief and bewilderment.

"Well, that's all we need from you two for today. We will be in touch if you want to try out future versions." Angela says briskly. Getting some of their senses back, the men notice that Angela is nearly out of breath, as if she just ran a mile. Her hair is slightly more disheveled than what they remember of Angela.

Crisp $100 bills in hand, Tim and James slowly walk home. The two are silent.

After 10 minutes of walking, they reach their suburban home. White paint, two stories, wide driveway. Almost a painfully dull abode. The sight of their mother's cherry-red sedan jogs the twins out of their trance-like state. They stop in front of the steps leading up to the front door.

"So, what the fuck was that?" exclaims James. "Do you remember anything of what we played or what happened in the arcade?"

"Not at all. There were lights and sounds, but none of it made a damn bit of sense. It didn't even feel like an hour. We started and all of a sudden, Angela stopped us."

"Same here. What freaks me out the most though is that it felt amazing! Like the most fun and relaxing game we've played."

"I know. Well, no harm no foul I guess. And we got some cash. My vote is that we just forget about that place and what happened and just continue with our plans."

"Deal." The twins shake hands again and enter their home.

Looking around inside the home gives a similar vibe to the outside. Family photos decorate the walls and end tables and the furniture is pleasant and comfortable but nondescript. Permeating the house is the earthy smell of a delicious home-cooked meal. Making their way into the kitchen, the twins halt in their tracks at the sight of their mother.

Jessica Masters is bent over at the hips and reaching into the oven. Her tight, plump ass sticking out to greet her sons who stand open-mouthed, gawking at their mother. Standing up, Jessica pulls out a baking sheet of roasted vegetables.

"Hey sweethearts! I thought you were almost going to be late for dinner." Tim and James shake their heads, the temporary spell their mom's ass had over them being broken.

"Yeah sorry mom! James and I were just having one of our walk-and-talks."

"That sounds lovely. What did my handsome sons talk about?"

"We'll help you set up dinner and we can talk about it," said Tim.

The next hour was devoted to a wonderful meal of steak and veggies and a charming discussion among the family. The twins talked about stumbling across the arcade, though omitting the mysterious game they played. "Yeah it was just kind of crummy looking and almost nothing worked," said James.

"That's a shame to hear sweetheart," said Jessica. "I know you two love your games."

"We actually wanted to talk to you about that," said Tim. He and James then went on to explain their plans for their post-high school lives. Jessica looked at the boys intently and with interest. A small smile across her full lips. The twins couldn't help but to notice that their mother was not wearing a bra. Her nipples poking through the thin material of her shirt.

"That sounds like a wonderful plan boys! You two can of course stay as long as you need. Lord knows I could use the company of a couple of handsome men now that your sisters are gone."

The twins beamed in delight. Their dreams were coming true and they had their beautiful mother to thank. The rest of the evening was devoted to the twins helping their mother tidy up the kitchen and the trio having one of their "date nights", which consisted of them getting cozy, snacking on delicious food, and watching the latest fad show or movie online.

This particular evening, Jessica decided on the newest romantic comedy. Not something the men would have chosen, but a nice departure from the usual comic-book adaptation or bland action movie. In their entertainment room, Tim and James put together a lovely spread of chocolate-covered pretzels, strawberries, and a small charuterie board. In addition, the boys had sodas and poured a glass of white wine for Jessica, who was running late, which was unusual for her.

Eventually, Jessica came down the stairs from her second floor bedroom. The boys noticed her unusual change in outfit. Typically during movie nights, Jessica would dress in a cozy pajama set or a simple shirt and shorts. Tonight was different. Tim and James couldn't help but to ogle their sexy mother. Her chest was covered in a tight lavender-colored tank top. Hard nipples poking through the thin material. Across her wide, mouth-watering hips, were a small matching pair of panties. Her tight, toned ass just barely poking out. And the twins could have sworn she put on the faintest bit of extra makeup.

Jessica looked at the stunned expressions on her son's faces and gave a small giggle.

"I just felt being a little extra cute tonight for my handsome boys. Is it too much?"

Almost immediately, Tim and James gave their objections.

"Oh hell no," replied Tim.

"Yeah, honestly mom, you look so freaking gorgeous!" said James.

"I was going to say sexy,". James gabbed Tim in the ribs and Jessica just laughed.

"Well thank you boys, or should I say you two men? You look pretty fucking handsome yourselves."

The twin's eyes bulged at the use of profanity, which was rare for their mother. Not only that, but their cocks started to bulge in their pants too. Jessica strutted over and sat on the couch and took a sip of the wine. The twins, now having picked up their jaws from the floor, joined her. The movie now playing and the three took part in the various snacks.

The movie was a romantic comedy about a man, not too much older than the twins, falling in love with an older woman. Jessica was watching with a surprising amount of intent, as though the film was some kind of lecture. The twins, on the other hand, were rather bored. They were mostly content with stealing glances at their mother and giving each other a knowing side eye. Occasionally, Jessica would take a bite out of one of the strawberries and give out a small, throaty moan of satisfaction as the juices would slide down her lips before she would lick them up.

After an hour or so, Jessica started getting a little antsy in her seat.

"I'm sorry boys, but would you mind if I lay on you two for a little while? I'm getting sore from all the sitting."

"Of course," the twins said in unison.

Jessica placed her head on Tim chest and lifted her feet to go across James' lap. Once comfortable, their sexy mother released a sensual moan of satisfaction.

"Thank you boys. I'm not sure what's up with me tonight."

"Don't worry about a thing mom," said James. "We need to stretch too after playing video games for too long."

Eventually the movie transitioned into a sex scene between the man and older woman.

"Now that's not realistic at all," said Jessica as she let out a large yawn.

"What do you mean mom?" Asked James.

"Men of your age wouldn't go for an old hag like that. You all want nice, young pretty girls you can show off to your friends and online. Tight dresses covering big, perky breasts. Dolled up in expensive makeup. And a nice thick ass to grind against. Fucking in every room in the house. Womb full of cum. Am I right?"

"Uh. Well. I. Um." The twins were dumbfounded. The outfit and over-affection was one thing, but this was something else. Their usually pleasant but chaste mother was now talking like a porn star MILF. Asking her twin sons about fucking. Something strange was going on in the house.

"Not me," said Tim in a fairly quiet voice. He wasn't sure if Jessica would hear.

A few second later, her head collapsed on James' chest and she let out a few quiet snores.

"What the fuck?" blabbed Tim.

"Not now," James replied. "Lets get her covered up. We can talk in my room."

Quickly, the two men covered their mother in a spare blanket and cleared the room of all the food and drinks and darted to James' bedroom.

"Again, I ask you, what the fuck?" asked Tim as soon as the door closed.

"Maybe she got too drunk," shrugged James.

"But then why was she dressed like that? She was showing off her tits and ass to us before she took a sip of wine."

"I know, I know. That was so strange."

"I can't lie. I kind of liked it." James gave Tim a slap aside his head.

"You moron, she's our mom. We can't lust after her like that."

"Oh as if you weren't sporting a chub too," Tim shot back.

"Fair point. Look, let's just forget she said any of that. I'll bet you anything that when we wake up, she won't remember a thing and us bringing it up again will just embarrass her. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

"Good, well I need sleep. That movie blew. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Later man."

Tim left to go to his room. As they dreamt, the same images flashed in their heads.

The arcade. Their mother dressed to kill. Their mother on her knees. Sucking her son's cocks. Their mother's face splattered in cum. Her sons' cocks plunging in and out of their mom's pussy. Their mother cumming in incestuous lust.

"Was it a dream?" the twins thought as they woke up. "It felt so real."