The Chattel Farmer

I leaned back in my office chair after finishing a tricky bit on the farm I was making on creative mode in the game Minecraft. I think this one is my best yet! Then I heard my mom yelling “Aaron, dinner’s ready! Limited time offer!” My stomach grumbled. Looking out the screens across the high rise buildings, I see that the light is almost gone. I missed lunch while playing all day. I love summer break and days like this. Summer seems even more precious knowing that there are only a couple left since I just finished my second year of college. My mom is sitting at the table, and I give her a quick peck on the check before sitting down. “Mom, this looks really good. Thanks!” She smiled. We chatted about our day. After I had been talking about my digital farm for a while, my mom interrupted to ask if I’d found a summer job yet. “MOM! It’s only been a week! So no I haven’t found anything.” A sharp smile broke across her face “Two and a half weeks! What have you applied for today?” I mumbled something about waiting to hear back from some other applications but honestly I was trying to avoid the whole thing like I did last summer. “Have you considered an internship for the summer? Get some hands on experience in your field?” I perked up. “I’d like some experience but usually they won’t consider an application until after your Third year, and I’ve only finished two years. Plus finding one that has any overlap to my Farm Marketing program would be a challenge. Why, have you heard about something?” I’m not exactly sure what my mom did but I know she was around a lot of those “c-suite” types all the time and always seemed to have a connection. She got a distant look in her eye as she thought about it. “Maybe . . . Let me ask a few people.” She gave me her mom look. “And if, I find something you will do your best to get it?” I huffed out a sigh, “Of course, mom! I love you and all but I don’t want to live with you forever!” I pause. “But I do want to enjoy one of my last glorious summers.” She started laughing. Later that night, I had one of my favorite porn sites open looking to see what new triple F titties videos they had up. I’d found a new one with long blond hair that looked good and started to get into it. On her knees in front of me, her huge t**s jutting towards me. Big doe eyes looked up at me, mouth parted, as my d**k rose towards her. She gasped as I pinched both n*****s and they immediately hardened. I pulled those beautiful breasts together and started running my hard length between those creamy mountains. Knocking at my door had me scrambling to hide the video and get my pants up. “Yeah?” I squeaked out. “Hey, dude I ran across something interesting on my social media group for extended family. What exactly is your major and focus?” I rolled my eyes. My mom must be losing it to think that her twice removed cousin or step-aunts had anything useful for me. “I’m majoring in marketing with an agriculture emphasis and a minor in sales.” She popped open the door, “I might have something. Don’t stay up too late gaming. Check your email in the morning!” She gave me a hard look until I agreed, which I did quickly so I could get back to those t**s. With that she finally closed the door, and I got back to my video. I wasn’t going to hold my breath about the internship. I’m not going to Photoshop some fliers for Aunt Mary’s handmade soap. I slept in of course. While drinking coffee and eating cereal I checked my text messages. Mom told me to check my email and get the work finished TODAY and that she is planning on bringing home something special for dessert. And it’s my turn to cook dinner – part of the privilege of living here. I’m not expecting much when I open my email later. The email has some standard stuff like resume but then there are personality tests required and some kind of psychology evaluation too. That seems odd but makes me hopeful that mom actually has a contact with a big firm that somehow didn’t fill all their internships. On the other hand playing video games and watching porn and sleeping in. But I did promise my mom that I’d really try if she found something. My dad hasn’t ever been around since I was old enough to remember him. I haven’t been around extended family much either – my mom thinks she is lucky to get away from her birth family. I wish my mom was around more when I was younger but I know she has worked really hard to take care of us and I know I’m super lucky that I have not had to take loans for college. Or at least not yet. So I get an energy drink and start working on the personality tests, since it looks like the basic resume I already made before moving out of student housing and back in with my mom for the summer will do the job. I’m so in the zone that I startle when my phone starts buzzing. I see that it’s my mom and OH Crap I need to get busy in the kitchen but if dinner is late at least I can show her all the work I’ve done. “Hey Mom! What’s up?” While I’m scrambling into the kitchen to figure out what the Auto Chef has stocked. “Hey kiddo, I’m leaving work now and I’m picking up that desert I promised. But that shouldn’t take too long. So plan that I’ll only be 10 minutes later than the normal time, OK?” The auto chef is pretty much empty. s**t. I’m going to have to actually cook. “Sounds good, mom. Is there anything that needs used up from the fridge? I thought I could really cook something.” She laughs! “That and the Auto Chef is empty! There’s some shrimp in the fridge or chicken. Do you want some suggestions?” I quickly check to see if we have noodles. “I think I got an idea mom. Do you want to be surprised?” There’s a pause. “Actually surprise me, but if you run into a problem just call, ok?” I get off the phone and start water boiling. I wonder what’s the big deal about this special desert. It’s kind of old fashioned to know how to cook on a heat surface from ingredients instead of loading and programming an Auto Chef but it was something my mom does as a hobby. When I was little I thought making bread was like magic and I loved to help her. She said that her side of the family used to live way out from cities and it was pretty normal to do real cooking out there. I glance out of the kitchen which was huge compared to the nook in my friend’s apartments growing up. I love sunsets and the light between the sky rise buildings this evening was a decent one. But I need to focus on what I’m doing so nothing burns. The different requirements for that internship took longer than I thought but I think I got everything done and hopefully dinner too. If this doesn’t work out I hope she drops the work idea for this summer. The door opens when I’m putting the salads on the table. “Hey mom!” I see that she’s holding a smaller box than I was expecting. “Put this in the fridge, I’ll be at the table in a couple minutes.” She heads back to her room to put on comfortable clothes. I start plating the food. I’m really pleased with myself. I pop the garlic bread out of the Auto Chef. Shrimp pasta with a lemon butter sauce completes the meal. Mom gets two glasses of white wine from the Auto Chef. After trying a bite of everything, Mom is full of complements about the meal. We talk about the tests and requirements for this mystery internship. She tells me that the results of the tests I took today moved me into a finalist for the position! If I get it, then I’d start by the end of the next week. I’m starting to be excited like this could be a really awesome experience even though I don’t know anything about it.