Pheromones
Author's forewarning:
This story is a re-write of a previously shared story. Some things have changed.
This is a work of fiction. Thanks to a combination of my own imagination, bad Sci-Fi movies, and an even worse spell-check program, some items in this story, such as the science and the grammar, may not be up to a university degree's standards.
Any character who engages in sexual activity in this story is over the age of eighteen.
***** Pheromones: Pt 4 *****
The next day, I woke wondering what I'd find, a Mother who was happy to see me, or one who was ready to kill me. I found neither, Mom was gone. I looked at the time and realized, Mom was at work. I grabbed my phone looking for a text from her, but there was nothing. I started to call her but stopped. Maybe she hadn't said anything because she needed time. The more I thought about her, and what we'd done the night before, the more pissed I became until I was searching for someone I could take my anger out on. I settled on the Doc.
"I want this damn thing off right now," I screamed into the phone.
"I understand, but if you'll listen to me for a moment, Mr. Ander—"
"No, no, no! I'm tired of this Mr. Anderson bullshit, either you take it off or I cut it off."
"That is university equipment, if you intentionally damage it, you will be responsible for the cost to replace it. Now, take a moment, calm down, and if you're still wanting it off, you can meet me on campus."
I was out the door before I hung up. I wanted it off and nothing he could say would change my mind. I stopped and realized, I didn't have a ride. Beth's car was in the driveway, but no way she'd let me use it, or take it, especially if she had a friend over. With gritted teeth, I called an Uber and waited. The driver wanted to chit-chat, but I ignored him as my thoughts were filled with the night before, and it hurt.
I called Mom, but she didn't answer. I texted her, but no reply. I began to spiral even more and my thoughts began to eat themselves until not only Doc, but Mom was the enemy. In my mind, I had options, Rosie and Mom, but because of Mom's edict, that I was to never see Rosie again, I couldn't have her body. Then there was Mom. The night before, she had been good to go, but suddenly I was being ghosted.
How the fuck is my own Mother going to ghost me,
I thought.
First, I couldn't have Rosie, and then, I couldn't have Mom. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I was missing out on a very limited opportunity, and after two weeks of playing, suddenly nothing was in my control. Nothing except for the little band around my ankle, that I had control over, and that was, I decided, the object of my anger. I was out of the car and in the Doc's building within the blink of an eye. Behind me, the driver yelled out if I liked my ride to give him five stars, but I ignored him and searched for the Doc.
Doc started speaking the moment he saw me. He spoke of Freud, of Oedipus Rex, and said if I continued with the experiment, he would be the only one to listen to the recordings and no one else would know what I did. I told him no, I told him to get the fucking thing off my ankle, and he continued trying to convince me. Fed up, I stormed through the building looking for something to cut the monitor off my leg and he followed me, begging me to reconsider.
All that changed when I found a toolbox one of the maintenance men had left in a closet. Without warning, he pushed me into the small room and pinned me to the wall.
"Listen here, you little shit," he growled, his normal jolly attitude gone. "This is my life's work you're screwing around with. I don't care what you do, or who you fuck, but you will not ruin this for me."
"I fucked my Mother and now she won't even talk to me," I yelled.
"So, what," he replied just as loudly. "Do you think you're the only one who's ever fucked his mother? Or a fat slutty woman? Hell, boy, I use to stick my cock into anything that'd let me. Now, I told you, I'd be the only one to listen, and I will be, but if you take that monitor off before I say, then the experiment is null and void. I can't move to the next step. So, I'm sorry you're having a moment right now, but if you don't shut the fuck up and finish the experiment, I'll destroy you. I'd hate to do it, and it'd probably ruin my career, but those recordings you're so worried about? I'll release them, along with yours and your mother's name." He let me go and gave me a moment to think. Then he said, "Or, I could give you more money for your time... how about an additional two thousand dollars."
I glared at him for a long moment and I knew I was fucked. He owned me and we bother knew it. Finally, I said, "Ten."
He laughed. It was darker than his normal laugh. "You've got balls, but the highest I can go is six. After that, we go back to the blackmail." I thought about it. "Look, I'd rather have you on board, and I'd rather pay you. It just makes it easier for all concerned, but if I have to, we can do this the hard way."
At that moment, I hated him. He had become my own personal devil for everything he was and everything he was putting me through. Granted, I had volunteered and agreed to every bit of it, but that didn't mean I wasn't pissed as hell when I agreed. I left his office pissed, and for some reason, the more my anger rose, the more my libido rose until I was almost vibrating. I grabbed another Uber and as I headed home, I tried again and again to contact Mom, but nothing. Like any petulant child, I did the one thing she told me not to, I sought solace and revenge at 'Aunt' Rosie's.
It wasn't Rosie who opened her door, it was her daughter, Morgan. Morgan, my one-time girlfriend for about a week. Morgan, the one who took my virginity and then broke up with me. Morgan, the one who looked even more amazing than she did when we were eighteen and trying to explore each other's bodies in my bedroom. And Morgan, who was unfortunate enough to answer the door when I was fully aroused and expecting her Mom. The wind shifted and I knew she got a full blast of my pheromones so hard I was surprised she didn't reel from the impact.
"Alex? What're you doing here?"
"Uh..."
She rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you're the thick young cock Mom won't stop talking about."
"Uh... well..."
She chuckled. "Don't worry, I know Mom's a slut. Guess I can't blame you for going where every other guy's gone before. Come on in, she'll be home in a little bit. Want something to drink, you look..." she gave me a funny look, "well, good, but also upset. It's not Mom, is it? You're not here to kill her, are you? Need some help?"
She laughed as she led me to the kitchen and told me to sit at the table. I knew she and Rosie had problems, probably due to the fact her Mom preferred the company of men to the company of her daughter, but I hadn't ever heard Morgan talk about her Mom so mean before. She put a couple of glasses on the table and as she sat, asked, "Okay, what's wrong?"
I shook my head. "Nothing, not really, just fighting with Mom."
"So you thought you'd come over and fuck mine?" Even though she chuckled, she sounded upset, about as upset as me. "Ah, who can blame you, you're just a guy. Get an erection and you don't care who you stick it in."
