Chapter 1: Past Overgrowth
The night had settled, casting its velvety black curtain over the city. Inside the luxurious home in Upper State New York, Bermuda returned home after another day of working as an adult entertainment recruiter. As she made her way towards her bedroom, she slowly slipped out of her dress. Her body still sensitive from a recent encounter at work. Her still glistening skin tasting the air, reminding her of the hidden secrets that lingered within these walls.
Her mind wandered to the events of the day, recalling her conversation with Alexis. As she entered her room, her eyes were immediately drawn to the framed picture above her bed - a memory from when Michael was just a baby, nestled snugly in her arms. It reminded her of the responsibilities she held for her child's well-being.
Bermuda herself was a child of an adult actress. Her mother, Bahia was at the pinnacle of her career when Bermuda came of age. She could still remember the countless times her mother would bring home friends, clients, lovers and they all would share one thing in common; sex. Her parents divorced when she was just eight years old, so much had happened since then, but the memories remained vivid. Even though she didn't fully understand her sexuality during those days, she knew she was aroused by the idea of sharing her body.
Bahia was so proud of her daughters' beauty and purity, she had designs of making her daughter the first adult actress who would never have vaginal sex. Bahai had Bermuda sign contracts that assured her vaginal virginity by agreeing to oral and anal sex scenes only.
Those contracts and assurances meant little when Bermuda participated in her first sex scene. She found herself entangled in the thrill of it all, unable to resist the temptation of physical pleasure. That night, she lost her virginity. And with it, she also lost any sense of self-respect she once had. Her body was no longer hers; it belonged to the industry, a constant reminder of her darkest days.
Bermuda felt her heart heavy with guilt as she closed her eyes, thinking about Michael. How would he feel if he ever found out? The mere thought filled her with despair, because she had become pregnant with that very first act.
At the time, she thought the child growing inside her would be the final straw that broke her already battered spirit. But instead, it became the turning point that transformed her life. Determined not to repeat her mother's mistakes, Bermuda chose to raise Michael differently, away from the adult entertainment industry.
Bermuda's mother however, was obsessed. Bahia arranged for Bermuda to have a C-Section when Michael was to be born, to prevent further damage to her vagina. She also made arrangements to have her daughter's tubes tied during the surgery, ending the possibility of another career halting child. She even hired bodyguards to make sure that after the birth, Bermuda would be a protected, near-virgin adult actress one again, cementing Bahai's legacy. However, Bermuda's mother died shortly after Michael was born and that protection died with her.
It was at that moment Alexis appeared, slender, dark, mysterious. He invited her to work at "The Viewership" where he could guarantee her mother's dying request. Bermuda, although disheartened with her past, decided to turn things around. She dedicated herself to making sure her son wouldn't go down the same path. So, she began to work as an adult entertainment recruiter, ensuring that Michael stayed away from it. However, Alexis was intrigued by Bermuda's background and saw potential in Michael's involvement in the adult industry.
Bermuda felt conflicted. On one hand, she desperately wanted to protect Michael from falling into the abyss of the adult entertainment industry. On the other, she recognized her vulnerability when faced with Alexis' probing curiosity. His interest in Michael disturbed her deeply, causing her to question whether she had done enough to shield him from this world.
With a sigh, Bermuda slipped into her teddy, walked towards her laptop and opened up a photo album containing pictures of Michael throughout his life. Memories flooded her mind, evoking feelings of love, guilt, and determination. As she flipped through the pages, she couldn't help but wonder if he would ultimately choose the same path as her, despite her best efforts.
Her train of thought was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. With a start, Bermuda leapt off her bed and strode toward the entrance. To her surprise, Michael stood there, a mixture of worry and uncertainty etched on his face.
"Michael," she said, her voice betraying her unease. "What are you doing here?"
He hesitated before replying, "I wanted to see how you were doing." His voice quivered slightly, but he tried to maintain a composed demeanor.
Bermuda's heart melted at the sight of her son standing before her, concerned for her well-being. The feeling of relief overwhelmed her, knowing that he hadn't succumbed to the darkness of the adult entertainment industry. "Oh Michael, I'm fine," she reassured him with a gentle smile. "Just feeling a bit tired, that's all."
Looking at her sons concerned face, Brenda remembered Alexis' words "...I'm merely curious about how his transition into adulthood has been. You know how young people today can be quite naive." What did Alexis' cryptic words mean?
Was he trying to test my resolve? Or perhaps he wanted to get closer to me by learning more about my past? The thought troubled Bermuda greatly. However, she quickly shoved aside such concerns and focused on her son. "How have you been handling your transition into adulthood?" she asked, silently incensed she just parroted Alexis' concern.
Michael's expression softened somewhat, acknowledging her attempt to steer the conversation away from uncomfortable topics. "I've been doing alright, mom," he replied hesitantly.
"It's just...I noticed that you seemed pretty exhausted after coming home yesterday and again tonight. Are you sure you're okay?" His eyes searched hers, conveying genuine concern.
Feeling a surge of gratitude, Bermuda smiled warmly at her son. "You really do care, don't you?" she mused, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Of course, I care!" Michael exclaimed defensively, not understanding the reason behind her emotional response. "I always try to look out for you, mom. I may not always say it, but I am worried about you," Michael admitted, his voice cracking slightly.
His honesty moved Bermuda deeply, her heart swelling with love and pride for her son. "And you, my dear boy, should learn to trust that I will always be here for you," she assured him gently. "But let's change the subject for now, shall we? How was your day? You have looked exhausted yourself lately"
Michael immediately parried her question, primarily to keep from having to admit to his own sensitive issues, but also genuinely concerned for hers. "Is everything alright?"
Bermuda hesitated, weighing her options carefully. Should she tell him about Alexis' inquiries? No, not yet. She didn't want to burden him with unnecessary information, especially given the delicate balance she had to maintain. Instead, she opted for a vague answer. "Yes, dear, I'm fine. Just a lot on my plate recently."
"Anything I can help with?" Michael offered earnestly, clearly wanting to support his mother.
Bermuda smiled gratefully. "Thank you, sweetie. But I'll be fine. Just give me some time to rest."
Seeing the relief in her eyes, Michael nodded reluctantly. "Alright, mom. If you need anything, just let me know."
"You too, Michael," Bermuda said, her voice softening. "I know you've been working hard to find your way." She said gently, slowly pulling him in for a hug.
Her hands caressing his back as she held him close. Michael returned the embrace, feeling the comfort and safety that his mother provided. Bermuda's warmth enveloped him, allowing him to finally relax. It was as if she knew exactly what he needed, and she provided it effortlessly. Michael exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of his concerns begin to dissipate.
Bermuda however, immediately felt the weight of something pressing against her teddy, Michael's large, swollen member.
In an instant, her thoughts shifted. This was it. Alexis was right. Michael had inherited her sexual prowess. The idea of her son being involved in the adult industry loomed larger than ever before. Despite her best efforts, Michael was drawn to the dark side. The fear, shame, and guilt gripped her heart like a vice. Bermuda's resolve faltered, struggling to reconcile her dreams of raising her son far away from the adult entertainment industry with the harsh reality of his desires.
Michael, seemingly oblivious to her inner turmoil, continued talking about his day. The sound of his voice washed over her, its cadence both soothing and infuriating, as her thoughts raced with conflicting emotions.
As they continued to embrace each other, discussing trivial matters, Bermuda couldn't help but feel her anxiety building. Her eyes occasionally wandered to Michael's bulging crotch, the memory of her past haunting her.
She struggled to understand how it happened. It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't supposed to be her son who had inherited her sexual prowess. Yet, she couldn't deny the truth staring her in the face. Michael's lustful gaze made her feel both aroused and terrified.
"Um, Mom?" Michael said, quizzically.
Bermuda failed to notice she had stopped talking minutes ago. Her mind was elsewhere, dwelling on the truth that confronted her. Unfortunately for her, Michael had noticed.
His eyes widened in shock as he realized what she was looking at. Mortification overcame him, color flooding his cheeks. "Mom, I-I'm sorry," he stammered, attempting to cover himself.
Bermuda was torn between embarrassment and desire. She felt the urge to reach out and caress her son's growing manhood, but she knew it would only lead to more problems.
Michael, caught off guard by his mother's sudden reaction, couldn't help but feel guilty. "I can explain." Michael started.
"Honey," Bermuda interrupted, it's a perfectly natural response for you to be, rigid. Please don't be ashamed, you're my son, and I understand."
Michael, though embarrassed, could sense his mother's sincerity. He took a deep breath, trying to regain composure. "No! That's not it, I mean yes, because, just look at you, but that's not the reason I'm." Michael clears his throat. "Rigid, right now." Michael laughed nervously, breaking the tension.
"I think we both know why." Bermuda smiled, unable to resist teasing her son. "We're just human, Michael. There's nothing wrong with that."
However, Michael couldn't bring himself to fully agree. His mind drifted back to the countless times he had seen adult films, the excitement and arousal they evoked in him, the hours of self-pleasuring, but was unable to bring himself to completion.
As he glanced down at his pulsating manhood, he wondered if his mother might have the answers he sought. He longed to ask her, to confide in her, but the thought of her disgust and disappointment deterred him. He could almost hear her voice in his head, chastising him for even considering such a perverse path. His resolve weakened under the weight of his curiosity and frustration. He arose, gently kissed her goodnight on the forehead and left her room.
Bermuda, alone once more, reflected on the evening's events. The intimate conversation with her son had opened her eyes to a whole new set of challenges. She knew that she must act soon, or risk losing control of the situation entirely. Bermuda resolved to confront Michael the following morning. As she lay in bed, thoughts of Michael's future plagued her, creating a restless night.