Deep Within
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,435
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A new year
"Good night, Joey."
"Mommie."
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13 YEARS LATER
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"Mom, wake up." said Joey, trying and failing to wake his mother from her slumber."Mom do you want to be late for work?"
"Maybe," came the muffled reply.
"Well, if you do then I have no problem telling you the time. It's 11:30."
"Mutherfucker. I have to be at work in half an hour!" Meghan said as she shot up from Joey's bed. She had been sleeping there every time John came home from bar hopping. As Meghan got dressed as fast as she could she told Joey what he needed to do today."Take out the trash, put the dishes away and do your homework. K?"
"Yes mother." came his routine reply.
"Good boy. Today is Saturday so you know what that means."
"I don't know what you are talking about." said Joey playfully.
"Well if you don't then no allowance." At this his eyes went wide.
"Now I remember, I have to tape your soaps right?"
"Thats Sunday sweety. Today you get to do work for Mrs.Sweeny."
"Oh....her..." Joey said with a blush. Ever since Joey hit puberty, when he was 10, he has been infatuated with Sarah Sweeny. Though she was a widow and had two daughters, she still had a nice figure. Her pert brests, nice tight ass, and those lovely, lucious, full, red lips. That image always gave Joey a hard-on.
"Well I'm off to work. Oh, one more thing, do I look good?" Meghan asked him. She was currently wearing a tight fitting Rolling Stones shirt that showed off her nice pair of...assets and a pair of loose fitting jeans with a flowering pattern down the left leg. She was a nice 5' 10". Joey was almost 6ft tall, at 5' 11".
"You look great." Joey said amused. She would always look great in his eyes weather she was old and wrinkled or young and just begging to be fucked. 'Woa, where did that come from?'
"Well bye."
"Yea...bye." As soon as the door closed, he ran straight into the bathroom and proceeded to throw cold water on his face."Shit! Get ahold of yourself! Thinking that way about your mother like that!"
'But you want it.' said a voice that sounded far away and menacining.
"No, I don't." Joey argued with the voice.
'Yes, you do. You want it. You lust for it." said the voice.
"Bullshit!"
'No it isn't.' choursed another voice. Like the other, this voice was distant, but, this voice was smooth.
"Oh my God. What the fuck is happening to me? I'm talking to myself. And I'm answering me. Shit, I've gone crazy." said Joey in a panic.
'You are not crazy. And do not panic.' said the smooth voice, 'We have been in your head for thirteen years.'
"Why haven't you talked to me before?" asked a veary curious Joey.
'Listen,' said the menacing voice, 'it's hard to talk to people whose mental capability is low. As it was for the past thirteen years.'
"Ok, well do you guys have names? Like, Alan. You know, something easy to remember." At this there was a pause."Hello?" No answer."Hello?" Joey asked again, hoping they would answer him already.
'Yes, we do.' said the smooth voice.
"And?"
'My name is Nathan.'
'Wish my name was as easy to pronounce, let alone remember.'
"Alright, got a shorter version? Like an inital?"
'Well, Nathan calls me J.'
"J it is."
"Mommie."
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13 YEARS LATER
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"Mom, wake up." said Joey, trying and failing to wake his mother from her slumber."Mom do you want to be late for work?"
"Maybe," came the muffled reply.
"Well, if you do then I have no problem telling you the time. It's 11:30."
"Mutherfucker. I have to be at work in half an hour!" Meghan said as she shot up from Joey's bed. She had been sleeping there every time John came home from bar hopping. As Meghan got dressed as fast as she could she told Joey what he needed to do today."Take out the trash, put the dishes away and do your homework. K?"
"Yes mother." came his routine reply.
"Good boy. Today is Saturday so you know what that means."
"I don't know what you are talking about." said Joey playfully.
"Well if you don't then no allowance." At this his eyes went wide.
"Now I remember, I have to tape your soaps right?"
"Thats Sunday sweety. Today you get to do work for Mrs.Sweeny."
"Oh....her..." Joey said with a blush. Ever since Joey hit puberty, when he was 10, he has been infatuated with Sarah Sweeny. Though she was a widow and had two daughters, she still had a nice figure. Her pert brests, nice tight ass, and those lovely, lucious, full, red lips. That image always gave Joey a hard-on.
"Well I'm off to work. Oh, one more thing, do I look good?" Meghan asked him. She was currently wearing a tight fitting Rolling Stones shirt that showed off her nice pair of...assets and a pair of loose fitting jeans with a flowering pattern down the left leg. She was a nice 5' 10". Joey was almost 6ft tall, at 5' 11".
"You look great." Joey said amused. She would always look great in his eyes weather she was old and wrinkled or young and just begging to be fucked. 'Woa, where did that come from?'
"Well bye."
"Yea...bye." As soon as the door closed, he ran straight into the bathroom and proceeded to throw cold water on his face."Shit! Get ahold of yourself! Thinking that way about your mother like that!"
'But you want it.' said a voice that sounded far away and menacining.
"No, I don't." Joey argued with the voice.
'Yes, you do. You want it. You lust for it." said the voice.
"Bullshit!"
'No it isn't.' choursed another voice. Like the other, this voice was distant, but, this voice was smooth.
"Oh my God. What the fuck is happening to me? I'm talking to myself. And I'm answering me. Shit, I've gone crazy." said Joey in a panic.
'You are not crazy. And do not panic.' said the smooth voice, 'We have been in your head for thirteen years.'
"Why haven't you talked to me before?" asked a veary curious Joey.
'Listen,' said the menacing voice, 'it's hard to talk to people whose mental capability is low. As it was for the past thirteen years.'
"Ok, well do you guys have names? Like, Alan. You know, something easy to remember." At this there was a pause."Hello?" No answer."Hello?" Joey asked again, hoping they would answer him already.
'Yes, we do.' said the smooth voice.
"And?"
'My name is Nathan.'
'Wish my name was as easy to pronounce, let alone remember.'
"Alright, got a shorter version? Like an inital?"
'Well, Nathan calls me J.'
"J it is."