I've known Mrs. Cleaver since Timmy (her son) and I were in the same cub scout pack. She was our pack leader. The truth is she would have been better off with a group of brownies. She was way too prissy for a cub scout pack - or at least for our cub scout pack. We were kinda hell raisers. And, she was always correcting our manners, looking at our fingernails and stuff like that.
Of course, her real name isn't Mrs. Cleaver, but that's what we all called her behind her back. Timmy didn't seem to care. He'd been acting all fucked up since his dad died in a car accident. He was my best friend and I did my best to help him. We smoked some pot together on occasion, and played video games a lot, but when Timmy started dipping into his mom's prescription medicines, I backed off. We stayed friends, but not as close for a number of years. That is until the grand experiment began. We were both 18 by then.
Actually, it was Mrs. Cleaver that prompted the change. She got me all involved and interested in the Ohlone tribe of native americans that used to inhabit the area we lived in .I collected arrow heads and visited abandoned camp sites for years. Then, Mrs. Cleaver arranged for me to meet on of the Ohlone shaman. I got really into the plants the Ohlone used for various medicines. In particular, that Ohlone shaman turned me on to a plant the Ohlone used as an aphrodisiac. That's what got Timmy interested. I guess he had kinda an interest in all medicines, with ones that got you high at the top of the list. As for me. I'd heard about Spanish Fly and stuff like that, but I'd never met anyone who ever had any. I fantasized myself as the supplier of a genuine aphrodisiac.
So, Timmy and I made many sojurns over the next year into the hills around out home. We collected, dried, powdered, minced, crushed, and did anything else we could thing of to prepare the plant for it's intended use. I even used some of my dad's bourbon to try to extract the ingredients from the plant. We used the girls in our senior class to test our concoctions. Just slip a little powder into their coke, or whatever. Unfortunately we could never detect any difference in the girls we tested.
It seemed like we really weren't going to be the aphrodisiac kings after all. Anyway, we were in Timmy's bedroom discussing our most recent failure when Timmy came up with a bright (as it turned out) idea.
"Hey", he says "let's try this stuff out on my mom. Maybe it only works on full grown women. I mean maybe women who have already had babies, or somethin like that."
What did we have to lose? "OK." I said, "why don't you just go drop some of the powder in your mom's coffee. We can play some Marauders and then go check on her." So Timmy did. Then we played Marauders until we heard a crash in the kitchen. We ran out to see what the commotion was.
Timmy's mom was standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes. She'd dropped a glass on the floor, which was the noise we had heard. She was also looking pretty wobbly. She looked drunk. Timmy and I helped her to sit down on the couch.
"I don't know what it is," she said, "I feel really strange in my stomach. It feels like when I was pregnant and sometimes I'd get very... Uh. Well, you're old enough to understand, I guess. It feels like when I was pregnant and would get terribly horny. Anyway, there's no way I'm pregnant, so that can't be it. It's getting better now, but I think I should go lay down. Timmy, could you finish up in the kitchen for me?"
"Sure mom", he said. " Let's get you to bed. Then Jack and I will clean up. So we helped her to her room and then got busy on the kitchen. About an hour later we were done, and decided we should check back in on her. We cracked her door and looked in. We could hear the moans coming from her room even before we opened the door. Mrs. Cleaver was totally nude and laying on her bed with her legs spread. She was driving a huge dildo in and out of her gaping pussy. Timmy looked like he was in shock. His eyes were glazed and he clearly wasn't thinking straight.
