The Mom Experiment 2

Jo's formula to recreate the chemical imbalance she feels causes genetic sexual attraction not only works, but too well, leading to a steamy encounter with her son. Making matters worse Jo's three partners, skeptical of her theory also injected themselves to prove her wrong. Is Jo the exception or will her friends and their sons also succumb to the incestuous effects of The Mom Experiment?

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“Mom?”

“Huh?”

“I said I was sorry and you didn’t answer. Sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Trust me, honey, your Mama feels just fine, at least that’s what the boys used to say.”

“Boys?” Zack looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I wasn’t always a middle aged married woman, you know. Unlike you I had my share of fun at your age.”

“Okay,” he whistled. “I forgot what day it was. You had a little too much at lunch didn’t you?”

“I am not drunk.” Robin replied indignantly. Now horny? That was still very much the case.

“How many martinis?” Zack grinned, leaned over, and made a show of sniffing.

“Stop that,” she swatted him in the arm. “I don’t smell like booze.”

“No,” Zack cocked his head and leaned even closer this time, his face close to her neck.

“What are you doing?” He was so close she could feel his breath on her neck as he sniffed like a bloodhound.

“You’re wearing Coco Chanel.”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’m wearing Black Opium.”

“Let’s get back to you drinking,” Zack told her. “It’s Coco Chanel. I’ll never forget how it smells.”

Robin sniffed her wrist even though she knew she was right. It was Black Opium.

“Know why I’ll never forget it?” She frowned when his eyes appeared glossed over and his cheeks flushed.

“Why?”

“Because it’s what you wore when we kissed.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so,” he put his hands on her shoulders. “Best day of my life.”

“You need money or something?” Robin joked, but her focus was on her son’s hand on her right shoulder.

“I only need one thing,” he whispered, “Another kiss.”

At the last second, she realized he was going in for a kiss on her lips, and she turned her head, his mouth grazing her cheek.

“Zack,” she took a step back. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he ran his hands along her upper arms, sending a shiver through her. “You keep asking me why I don’t last long with girls.”

“What about it?” There was a tremor in her voice caused by the increased heat between her legs.

The shot, it still had her body in overdrive, any thought or touch arousing her to an unnatural level. That’s what it was, it had to be because she knew damn well she wasn’t responding to her son.

“It’s hard to settle for a girl my age when your fist kiss was from a real woman.” His hand moved from her arms to her face, cradling her cheeks in his palms. “Never mind who she is.”

“I’m your mother,” she whispered, gripping his forearms, but instead of pushing his hands down like she planned, she squeezed them, admiring the hard muscles beneath his skin.

“You are my mom, that’s why it was hot, my mother doing anything for me, even things she shouldn’t.”

“A good mom always does,” Jesus, what was that? Something was wrong and this was no time to play into whatever was in his head. That thought was followed by a far more jarring one.

The serum worked!