I suppose my interest in chemistry started when I was about five years old. Like all good parents raised during the fifties and sixties, there was a preconceived idea that getting your children chemistry sets was a good investment towards future endeavors.
Luckily for them, I turned out to prove the idea right.
By age fifteen, I was in honors chemistry and well on my way towards that scholarship building path which would ultimately lead me into college and later, some career in biological etcetera.
By nineteen, I was graduated from high school and taking a year off before going to the local university to begin a four year term in applied sciences and the afore mentioned etcetera. Not exactly what every guy my age cares to think about, but I did manage to pick up chicks while I wasn't busy studying away.
Fortunately, along with a brain capable of cramming massive amounts of information into it, I somehow struck out and got some decent looks while I was at it. A tall, slender frame with what my mother called a "swimmer's build." Long, black hair from my mother's Italian side, and chiseled jaw complete with a little cleft chin from my dad.
During my brief sabbatical from the education system, I took on a job as a lab assistant where one of my former teachers worked over the summer. It paid well enough to afford all the usual luxuries, plus gave me a chance to get my hands on some real, quality lab time.
My time at the lab was often spent finding out different strains of blood for testing, and labeling them appropriately for the other researchers to use later on. I was also granted a measure of freedom in certain small experiments that were more for shits and giggles, than any real production value.
One of my experiments, was spurred on by an article I had read about the length of orgasm a porcine, that's Latin for pig, goes through. A whopping half an hour.
For sheer fun, I decided to see what would happen if I took a small vial of pig's blood, and mixed it with other chemicals. Preferably a little sugar to make the drinking easier. Half an hour later, and I was feeling a little sick to my stomach, giving me an excuse to head home early.
Walking into my house where I still lived with my mother and father, I felt like death warmed over. Tingles and shocks shook along my insides sending my stomach churning every time I took a step.
My mom, fortunately, was in the living room when I came in. Hearing before seeing that I wasn't alright, she quickly moved to where I leaned against the wall.
I didn't even have a chance to explain before I blacked out.
Suddenly I jolted upright, disoriented, shaken, yet feeling markedly better than I was before. A few moments later, and I realized that I was in bed, staring out the window at what appeared to be night time.
Glance to my left, my alarm clock confirmed that I'd been asleep for several hours. Whatever it was that had happened to me, it certainly knocked me out for long enough.
Sighing and rubbing my fingers through my hair, I kicked myself out of bed and moved to change my clothes. The entire time not realizing that I woke up naked, nor realizing that I was sporting the hardest erection I could ever remember having.
Throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I padded out of my room and down stairs, inhaling deeply the rich scent of my mother's cooking. She wasn't exactly a gourmet chef, but she could definitely put together a feast anyone would dig into.
With a creak of the floorboards, my mother turned around. Her expression warming as she saw me looking better and less sickly.
"How're you feeling?"
"Better," I replied. Eyes darting around not looking directly at her. For some reason, it hurt to look at her. Not my eyes, mind you, but my groin. Every time I looked in her direction, I ached and throbbed and pulsed and it was driving me nuts.
"Well, have a seat and I'll have dinner ready in a few minutes." She turned back around, returning to her cooking as I slid into a chair.
Dad was out of town for a couple weeks on one of his yearly business retreats. They were, of course, just excuses to go out with his friends from the office and look at bikini clad women the entire time. Both mom and I knew this, but it also gave us some quality time together seeing as she was the more academic of the two.
"Here you go, Hun."
