I know, I know, it took forever, and unfortunately there isn't much in this chapter as a payoff. I just have some stuff that I need to put out there to build a story and here it is. As always constructive commentary is appreciated.
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As his mother sprinted to the restroom Jeremy felt a strong surge of annoyance. He hadn't given her permission to leave! He considered following her and dragging her back to the bed but once the horrible sounds reached him it seemed better to wait.
He would teach her of course. For 19 years she had been in charge, it would take an adjustment period to come to terms with being his toy. She would have to understand though, he was the reason she had this new youth, as well as the reason she had become so animalistically horny. She owed him and he owned her body and soul as long as she wanted...
Jeremy's thoughts rambled on like that for several more minutes, justifying the new order he meant to establish and how it was only right because he was the source of this minor miracle. Eventually however the more sexual and violent images of the last few hours began to replay in a less positive light in his head, driving out the insane reasoning for why he deserved to be in charge. For why his mother should just accept it. The manic ravings slowed to a trickle and as if he suddenly awoke from a hallucinatory fever, a fresh line of thought came into his head.
I just choked my mother and called her a whore! What the hell is wrong with me? Jeremy thought to himself.
It had been shocking to walk in on his mother as she masturbated, and with her newly young appearance he could understand being somewhat aroused, but what was with the whole S&M thing? Sure he had some mildly kinky fantasies about girls he went to school with, but nothing anywhere close to that. Heck, most of the knots he had learned as part of a school project.
He had washed her skin off at her request, but then it was like he lost his mind! His mother's breasts had surprised him and they had been pretty tempting as she lay there so dazed, but then without warning he had felt so... Powerful? Dominant? So much like a creepy movie villain?
Jeremy was suddenly uncomfortable sitting on his mother's bed and being in her bedroom. Still hearing awful noises from the other room, he quietly sneaked into the kitchen. The panic didn't really subside though. Once his mother got out of the bathroom he was sure she was going to kill him, and he deserved it. He had been a monster. Horny, sure, understandable. But to treat his mother that way, he just couldn't explain it.
One minute he was wiping her skin with a damp cloth and the next he was playing with her breasts and searching for her g-spot as the smell of cheap body wash and damp pussy wafted through the room. Wait a minute... the smell! The room, still humid from the shower had smelled like sex and the body wash. But maybe there was an underlying smell similar musk that came from his own semen? Obviously that had never effected him like this before. Maybe it was the smell of his mother? Like he had said, she was almost going through a second puberty at an accelerated pace. What if her super charged pheromones had been responsible for his sudden depravity?
In retrospect, Jeremy realized he had been aroused a lot lately. He had marked it up to the odd knowledge that his mother was spreading his cum on her skin on a regular basis. Perverted as that was, that thought had dominated more than a few of his fantasies, and it had seemed a likely reason for being a little on edge. Diffused throughout the house in a more subtle way before his mother's use of the body wash, maybe her scent had been covertly making him hornier for weeks.
Dramatically boosting how much of his semen was in his mom, had that enhanced the effect on him? It was a big leap, but his instincts had been pretty accurate so far, and he was reaching the limits of the sloppy scientific methods he had been trying to use. Now that his mother and he were no longer in the same room he was feeling more normal. Was that because he was no longer inhaling a concentrated dose of his mother's pheromones? Just a short time ago he had felt strong and invulnerable but now his doubts were crashing down onto him.
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After thoroughly brushing her teeth Abby stepped from the bathroom into the bedroom. It was a relief to see her son wasn't waiting for her. She knew she would need to face Jeremy soon. Everything was moving so quickly though, she was glad for more time to gather her thoughts.
Obviously Jeremy knew more about the secret ingredient of the cream and body wash than he had let on or he wouldn't have been able to give her that drop on his fingertip. Before today she would have threatened to ground him or take away his XBox until he told her the truth, but after what had happened that seemed unlikely to work.
One way or another she was determined to secure a reliable supply of this, whatever it is, chemical, ingredient, magic. She knew it could be dangerous, but the rewards were too big to ignore. She could, and despite the foul taste probably would, try ingesting small of amounts the cream and body wash, but even if that worked she would run out eventually until she knew where to find more herself.
As she thought about her situation Abby dressed. She didn't have much that would fit anymore. Bras, underwear, both were far too large to be usable now. Instead she put on an old tank top she had never thrown away despite previously being too small and a t-shirt on top of that. For pants she just used some sweat pant shorts with the drawstring pulled tight. She would go shopping tomorrow.
Clearly Abby didn't know her son as well as she thought. She would never have suspected he would hide something this important from her, but more than that she had not suspected his sexual urges had ranged so far towards dominance and submission. If someone had asked her yesterday she would have sworn he was a virgin, but that didn't match up with the man who had smiled over her as he tore orgasm after orgasm out of her.
Hey! None of that! She stopped her train of thought as soon as she felt the tingling warmth between legs spike. Her son's sexual desires weren't the only surprise of the day. She had never had any interest in being tied up or being submissive in the past but today she had definitely felt a spark every time her son had made her feel helpless.
Maybe there was something to Jeremy's theory about her new youth effecting her like accelerated puberty. The idea matched her experience with the smaller doses of whatever this fountain of youth was and clearly she had gotten out of hand today. In the future she would have to be more careful.
Once dressed Abby knew she should go out and confront she son, but she couldn't work up the courage. She went back into the bathroom. Leaning in close to the mirror she closely examined her face. Her skin was perfect, far better than when she really was young. There were no clusters of acne, not an oily patch in sight. It was all surrealistically perfect. Her hair looked shiny and strong, the gray hairs were still there, but now instead of being wiry and coarse they looked as healthy as the rest, perfect silver strands.
"Damn, whatever this stuff is it is worth a fortune!" She said to the face in the mirror.
Maybe that would be a way to appeal to Jeremy? She wasn't going to give this miracle up. Even if she had to make it clear to her son that what he had done was unacceptable, he was apparently her her best source for the moment. She made enough with her design work for them to get by, but there were plenty of luxuries they had to do without. If Jeremy knew a reliable source maybe they could make enough to improve things a little. A new car for Jeremy. Maybe enough to get him started in college? She wouldn't be mad at some extra money to do some home repairs she had been putting off. She had done some web design, she was sure she could do an online store where they could sell lotions and soaps. Obviously they would have to be very dilute versions of what she had used, otherwise the "side effects" would be too noticeable. Even one third or one half the strength of the first version she used would be better than anything else on the market.
It was a good plan. Redirect the conversation from WHAT had happened today to WHY. Whatever was in the lotion and body-wash was clearly dangerous when used the wrong way, but with a little care it could be a godsend. Maybe together they could find a way to make it safe and turn a profit at the same time. It was a good plan. They couldn't completely ignore what happened, but they could focus on making sure it didn't happen again while finding a way to turn whatever this was into a positive force in their lives.
