Jessica lived in a nice home her husband , an accountant who brought in good money and her son had just turned 18, and by 'just' I mean a week ago. I mean he had to happen when he was 18 if he was 17 years and 11 months mom having sex with him would be just plain wrong.
She didn't know this was going to happen obviously not yet how could she, but she was obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this I mean it wouldn't be a good 'Incest Story' with no incest right.
Jessica's son at the time was up in his room he was a normal kid he liked football and maths and was generally a good kid. At this time however he was sitting in his room masturbating to some porn involving two lesbians one pretending to be a teacher while the other a student. Suisse didn't know this however she was wrapped up in her husband's arms she felt the need to head off to bed.
"Hey honey, look I'm going to grab some shut eye alright."
"Now but it's 10:30." Her husband replied worried.
"I know but I just feel like I really need to." Jessica said grabbing her head.
"Well alright but I'm going to stay down here for a while alright."
"Yeah of course, Tony, it's fine."
"Are you ok." he said as she started to walk upstairs.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She said feeling woosy.
She entered her bed room shortly after shutting the door and this is the part where it started to get weird. The computer was on with a bright white screen no start button; mouse or anything was on the screen except in black text.
Bombardierwells2: Hello.
She looked at her screen confused, was it a virus her son Alex had told her about those. Although she didn't know how to see if it was or not she didn't want to call out to her son but really didn't know enough about computers or well anything to work out what was going on not being the smartest woman in the world obviously.
Jessica: OI!!! I'll have you know I have a degree from the University of California.
Bombardierwells2: Oh :/ well this is awkward I didn't realise it was showing the narration.
Jessica: What narration and what have you done to my computer?
Bombardierwells2: Don't worry your computer will be fine we just need to have a little talk first.
Jessica: That still doesn't tell me what you meant by narration.
Bombardierwells2: Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about see you're the main character in a story that I am writing.
Jessica: What?!?!
Bombardierwells2: Well I'm not sure how I could make that simpler?
Jessica: I'm in a story?
Bombardierwells2: Yes.
Jessica: So what you're spying on me and your justification is that it's a story.
Bombardierwells2: I'm not spying on you.
Jessica: Then how did you know about my son.
Bombardierwells2: Because I wrote that you had a son.
Jessica: What do you mean you wrote I had a son?
Bombardierwells2: I wrote it this is a fictional story.
Jessica: Well that's clearly not true.
Bombardierwells2: Why's that?
Jessica: Well because if it's fictional then I wouldn't be here would I that's what fiction means 'not real'
Bombardierwells2: No not really I'm writing your actions, you have some autonomy but I still write everything you do and you are bound by the limitations of the story.
Jessica: So what type of story is it? Come on, this sound like one of those crappy Sci-Fi stories or some indie film by some Film Studies student trying to be edgy and creative?
Bombardierwells2: So you believe me then?
Jessica: No but I figure if this is a joke I want to hear the punch line. Anyway if you're the writer you should be able to tell me.
Bombardierwells2: It doesn't work that way I'm afraid and this isn't a joke.
Jessica: Yes well of course you're going to say that so come on what genre.
Bombardierwells2: You sure you want to know.
Jessica: Come on stop wasting time, your readers I'll get bored, come on tell me.
Bombardierwells2: Alright if you want to know it's an 'Erotic Fiction'.
Jessica: Oh... Oh I get it this is Tony's doing some sexual role play he's made up.
Bombardierwells2: No I'm not Tony. Look at the plug socket.
Jessica looked down, the computer was unplugged.
Jessica: How???
Bombardierwells2: Told you this is just a story the computer doesn't really need electricity in a story.
She sat there for a moment and thought this couldn't be really right I mean she was real. She thought back to her philosophy degree "I think therefore I am" she was thinking therefore she existed right. As she thought this she saw her thoughts appear on the screen.
She looked at this worriedly
Jessica: So I'm just a story
Bombardierwells2: Well yes but isn't everyone.
She looked at the red paint on her wall all the tiny little bumps and shadows it looked so real to her. She thought for a moment he said she was in an erotic story perhaps this wasn't so bad she started to think that perhaps this was a good way to have some fun she had been married for 20 years after all perhaps it was time for a naughty little break and if the wall seemed real then.... Well.
Jessica: Alright enough meditation this is an "erotic fiction" after all so what's the story about do have an affair with some Latin lover or Greek or is it weirder or supernatural a vampire? A werewolf? There in right now right?
She found herself getting exited imagining some strange hot erotic encounter.
Bombardierwells2: Actually you're going to fuck your son.
Jessica: My son?
Bombardierwells2: Yh it's an incest story.
Jessica: I don't care what kind of story it is that's not going to happen!
Bombardierwells2: Yes it is.
Jessica: You can't convince me.
Bombardierwells2: Look out the window.
Jessica did so to see "Yes I can." written in the stars.
Jessica: Look I don't know who you are but you can't affect what I'm going to do.
Bombardierwells2: Yes I can that's beside the point the point is you two are going to fuck whether you're the one that wants' it or not.
Suddenly Alex started to yell "Mom!.. Fuck... Mom!.. I need you!"