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 TITLE: Perfume-01 - Mother

   Copyright (C) 2009, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

   STORY CODES: Fm, incest, cheat, reluctance, drug

   SUMMARY: Richard is unknowingly the test subject of a new perfume with
sexual side effects.

   ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction.  It is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors.  If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such
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story.  Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely
coincidental.  I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children
in sexual oriented acts with adults.

   My dad left yesterday.  He's a truck driver and will be gone for two
weeks, like he does every month.  My mom, Joanna, works in a research lab
making perfumes.  It's all hush hush but that hasn't kept her from bringing
home samples and trying them out.  For years she has used me as her test
subject.  She would put on her new perfume and then see how I reacted to
it, see if I liked it.

   My name is Richard, Rick to my friends.  I'm 14 and a freshman in high
school.  I have an older sister Maryanne who is 17 and a senior.  Lucy, my
younger sister will soon be 11.  My mom Joanne is 35 and I think she is
gorgeous.  We have always been close.  She is like my best friend.  From
what I hear at school, most of the kids don't have parents who are as close
as my mom and I are.  We share everything.  Our relationship is the kind I
want when I eventually get married.  Maybe all young men feel this way
about their moms.  I don't know if it is the constant bombardment of her
perfumes on my senses or what.  I just know that I love my mom and she is
my best friend.

   She is 5 ft 6, well built, shoulder length brown hair.  I would put her
in the model category but it might just be my youth and active hormones. 
So back to the perfumes.  A couple of years ago she would ask me if I
thought she smelled nice when she was testing a new sample, did I like it,
questions like that.  I'm not sure she even realized it but over time the
questions gradually changed.  She would ask me if it excited me at all, as
a man.

   I liked the way she treated me as a grownup, not as a kid.  After awhile
the questions became did the perfume arouse me, and later did it arouse me
sexually, did the perfume get me hard.  Then it changed to did she excite
me with the perfume.  Now she asks me if she turns me on with her perfume,
or am I getting hard for her when I smell her perfume.

   She always explains that that is the purpose of her perfumes, to excite
men sexually, so she has to ask these questions.  I always tell her the
truth and the truth is always yes.  But the questions themselves arouse me.
Of course I try to give her useful feedback, telling her which ones smell
better than others, which ones arouse me faster than others, that sort of
thing.  Quite frankly some of her perfumes really do seem to arouse me
sexually more than others.  And since she is the one with the perfume, then
yes she is turning me on.

   When my dad is around I see the kind of relationship he has with my mom,
or lack of relationship.  I am closer to my mom than he is.  The only thing
missing between my mom and myself is any actual physical relationship.  I
know it's wrong, or so I've been told.  But how could it be wrong between
two people who are so close emotionally?  If my mom ever took that step, if
she touched me like she used to touch my dad, I wouldn't stop her, that's
how much I love her.

   What she doesn't know is that I masturbate, sometimes several times a
day, and she is the focus of my fantasies, at least half the time anyway.
The other half is the rest of my female family but that's another story.

   It was Friday and I got home late from school.  Noticing how quiet the
house was I asked my mom "Where is everyone?"

   "Your grandma wanted to have Lucy spend the night so I had Maryanne
drive her there and then Maryanne will be spending the night with a
girlfriend.  So it's just you and me tonight honey," she told me.

   "Sounds great" I said.  "I could use some time to just relax, kick back
and do nothing.  Nice and quiet."

   "I did bring home a perfume for me to try on you."

   "OK.  But you know the answer already.  You know they all smell good on
you mom."

   "You always say that, but you do give me good comments and that helps in
my work.  Dump your books in your room and we'll give it a try.  I'll be in
my bathroom waiting for you."

   When I got to her bathroom she was standing in front of the counter
facing outward.  She had on some gray stretch pants with a separate
long-sleeved stretch top.  I could tell that she didn't have on a bra as
her breasts sagged a little, which was unusual as she always wore a bra. 
You could easily make out her nipples through her top.  I could already
feel myself starting to get hard and I hadn't even smelled the perfume yet.

   "OK, stand in front of me here, yes.  Now I'm just going to pull you
gently into my shoulder and let you smell the perfume."

   She took one hand and put it in the small of my back.  The other went
behind my head to my neck, pulling my head to her as she gently massaged
the back of my neck.

   "Now just stay there awhile and breath in the scent," she instructed.

   I closed my eyes and let the aroma envelope me.  I don't remember doing
it but at some point I had stepped forward, my mom had turned around facing
the mirror with me behind her and I had my hands around her waist.  I
slipped them under her top so that I was touching the flesh of her stomach.
I pulled her back into me so that my hard-on pressed against her butt.  I
had never been so bold before but it just seemed like the right thing to
do, what I wanted to do.

   As my hands began to roam I noticed her reaching for a small jar on the
counter.  My left hand slid into her stretch pants and slowly down across
the slick front of her panties.  I was heading for her private place.  The
excitement that she was not stopping me was overwhelming.

   My right had moved upwards and was rewarded with my mother's left
breast. I felt her hard nipple as I covered her breast in my hand,
squeezing it gently.  With both hands I pulled her firmly against my body
pushing my erection hard against her behind.  My left hand slid across her
slit.  I needed to move it inside her panties.  That's when she turned
around, my hands coming free but still wrapped around her waist.  As I
pulled her hard against me again she gently massaged the back of my neck.

   I swooned in a daze as I leaned in to capture her scent once more.  I
leaned forward, pinning her between my hardness and the counter, pressing
in firmly.  I moved my pelvis up and forward, then back down, repeating as
if I was actually doing it with my mother.

   But gradually my mind seemed to start clearing and I stepped backwards
away from her, my hands falling free to my sides.  Soon it was over and I
stood there not really sure what just happened.  It was all sort of fuzzy
and yet clear at the same time.  I remembered what had just happened but it
was as if it was someone else doing it.  It couldn't have possibly been me.
My mother didn't even try to stop me.  It had to have been a dream. 
Whatever it was, one thing was certain.  The perfume was a success.

   I felt great, just a little dazed from it all, maybe a little spent,
like I had just used up some energy but hadn't really done anything.  At
the time I thought maybe it was all just my imagination, another one of my
fantasies gone wild, until I realized I had come in my pants.  I excused
myself before my mom noticed, to go to my room to clean up.  But as I left
I saw her eyes looking down at me.  She knew what I had just done in my
pants.  Then she smiled as I left.

   I had to change my clothes.  As I came out of my room I overheard my mom
talking to someone in her room.  Her door was now shut so I stood there and
listened.

   My mom said "...then find him.  Tell him the experiment was a complete
success.  No, don't tell him anything.  I want to tell him.  Just get him
on the phone now please.  I'll wait."

   Wanting to hear both sides of the conversation I quickly ran to the
kitchen and quietly lifted up the receiver, hoping to hear everything. 
After a few moments of silence a man's voice came on the line.

   "Joanne, is that you?" the man said.

   "Yes Dr.  Moore.  I just completed the test on XB125.  It was a glowing
success.  It is more than we even hoped for," my mom said.

   "Tell me more," he said.

   "My son is used to having to smell our creations.  I actually think he
secretly likes it.  So it was easy to get him to do this test.  I didn't
give him any clue that it would be anything different than what he was used
to, testing our perfumes.  I protected myself by rubbing a small amount of
the antidote cream into the base of my neck.  I then put just a drop of the
perfume onto my finger tip and called in my son.  As I had him smell a dot
of perfume I had put on my ear, I gently rubbed into the back of his neck
the perfume I had on my finger."

   My mom continued, "Just as our tests had predicted, within a minute he
was reacting to the chemical.  He had an erection right away and he pressed
himself up against me.  His hands started roaming.  I only let this go on
for about a minute more before rubbing the antidote into the back of his
neck.  Before another minute was up he was back to his old self, a bit
confused and not sure he really believed what happened.  I pretended like
nothing really did happen so he wouldn't feel too embarrassed."

   "You did everything perfect," he said.  "Remember the perfume and
antidote only work for about an hour so you'll have to wait that long
before the next test on your son."

   "There's not going to be another test.  I've let my son go way too far
with me already.  If I had used more than just a tiny bit of perfume on him
I don't think I could have stopped him.  You're going to have to get
someone else for any further testing on this product.  This is a powerful
drug.  After seeing how it works with just a tiny bit, it was crazy to send
me home with so much.  There's enough in that bottle you gave me to last 10
lifetimes if I used it every day.  I'm worried what would happen if someone
used too much."

   "People are going to pay top dollar for this product, Joanne.  We need
to know its full capability," he insisted.

   "I understand.  Just not by me."

   "OK.  I'll see you here Monday morning then.  We'll figure out some
other way to test it.  It's just that I trust you over anyone else.  I hope
you reconsider before Monday.  This is going to make us very rich Joanne,
very rich indeed."

   "I need to catch up on some work so I'll be there Sunday.  Maybe we can
talk then," my mom told him.

   With that last comment I quietly hung up the phone and raced back to my
bedroom.  Shortly after that my mom came out.  As if nothing had happened
she asked "So honey, what do you want for dinner?"

   "How about some spaghetti," I answered.

   "Sure.  It'll take me a few minutes, but that sounds great." My mom
headed for the kitchen.  She still had on the same stretch clothes she had
on earlier and I flashed on that moment when I was pressed up against her
back, my arms wrapped around her, my hand on her breast, my fingers
touching her hard nipple.  I was getting a hard-on just thinking about it.
My memories were not as confused as she thought they were.

   Silly as it sounds, I had noticed that she had put on a bra.  So not
having one was all for the test on me.  That made me harder still.

   I knew what I had to do.  I dug around in my room until I found a
container and a small sealable bag.  I went to my mom's room while she was
still in the kitchen, going straight to the bathroom.  I found the perfume
and carefully poured the clear liquid into my container.  I then filled her
perfume container back up with water.  I found the container with the
antidote cream and scooped it into the small plastic bag, sealing both up
tightly.  Quietly I walked back to my room and promptly hid my new
treasures.

   Dinner was good and afterwards we just sat around and watched a little
TV.  Shortly after 9:00 PM, during one of the commercials I excused myself
and went to my bedroom where I retrieved my hidden packages.  I took some
of the antidote and rubbed it onto the back of my neck.  I then took a
liberal amount of the perfume and put it on each of three fingers on my
right hand.  I didn't plan on using just a tiny amount with my mother.  I
was going to complete the test that her boss wanted done, only the test
subject would be my mom, not me.

   Returning to the living room I announced "I'm feeling a little tired and
think I'll head off to bed."

   "OK honey, I'll just finish this program first," my mom replied.

   I leaned in to give her a hug goodnight and while doing so rubbed my
perfumed laced fingers into the back of her neck.  "Good night mom." She
hugged me and didn't seem to notice anything wrong at first.  Then she
looked up at me, stared at me for a moment.

   "Honey, what did you just do?" she calmly said as the realization slowly
came to her.  "I smell the perfume, honey, oh shit, oh God honey, Richard,
don't leave me."

   As I walked down the hall I heard her get up and start after me.  But I
didn't go to my room.  I made a spur of the moment decision.  I wanted to
see just how much this perfume took someone over.  I saw my little sister's
room and I stepped inside, turning on the light.  It had been 30 seconds
since I had put the perfume on my mom's neck, and it wasn't just a tiny bit
like she put on me.

   When she got to Lucy's room she hesitated in the doorway for only a
moment.  I believed she knew what was about to happen and yet felt guilty
that it was going to happen in my little sister's room.  45 seconds now and
my mom stepped into the room after me.  She walked up to me.  50 seconds. I
could hear her breathing heavily, standing there, trying to fight it but
losing.  55 seconds.  She stepped forward, put her arms around my waist,
pulled me tight against her and kissed me full on the lips.

   "Oh God Richard, what have you done," she cried and then kissed me
again. Reaching down she pulled off her top and then unhooked her bra,
releasing two magnificent breasts.  She pulled my head into those milky
orbs.  "Suck them," she ordered.

   A moment later she reached under my chin and grabbing my shirt, she
ripped it open.  Several buttons went flying.  It only took one more hard
yank to rip it open the rest of the way.  I quickly removed my shirt and
t-shirt.  While I pulled off my shoes and pants, my mom removed the rest of
her clothes.

   She reached down and pulled the bedspread and top sheet off of Lucy's
twin bed and then pushed me backwards onto it.  The fact that my mother was
about to fuck my brains out was hot enough, but then to think we would be
doing it on my little sister's bed for some reason made it seem so much
more forbidden, so much hotter.

   My mom didn't have to wait for me to get ready.  I was hard before I hit
the sheet.  She climbed up on me and straddling me she lined up my shaft to
her pussy.  Then it happened.  She dropped herself down hard onto my shaft,
sending me all the way up into her hot pussy.  A moment later she was
lifting herself up and back down onto me, over and over.  I couldn't
believe it.  My mother just took my virginity and she was fucking the hell
out of me.

   A couple of minutes later she was crying out "Oh Richard, God it feels
so good.  I'm coming Richard, I'm coming." And then she laid backwards and
I felt her pussy gripping my erection hard as she still slid up and down. I
couldn't take it any longer and I came as she screamed my name.  I pushed
up as I emptied my cum up into my mother, spurt after spurt until there was
none left.  She fell forward onto my chest, panting and out of breath.  I
turned her face and kissed her again, our tongues playing with each other.

   After several minutes of rest I thought it was all over.  I moved my
body enough to allow me to roll her off onto the bed and started to get up.
I was semi-hard at this time but knew it would be a little while before I
could do anything again, based on my masturbation experiences.

   "Where do you think you're going?" my mother asked.

   "I thought we were done," I replied.

   "Not on your life" she said as she sat up on the edge of the bed. 
Pulling me between her legs I stood there while she took my penis into her
mouth.T It felt so warm, so wonderful.  She got it good and slick and then
slid it in and out of her mouth.  Oh my God, I was in heaven, and soon
stood there with another erection.

   She laid back onto the bed pulling me with her and said "Now fuck me
proper."

   She guided me between her legs and taking my new erection placed it at
the opening of her cunt.  "Now thrust," she ordered.

   I did and slid all the way into her pussy.  I pulled back and pushed in
again, repeating this over and over.  My mom pulled her legs up so that her
knees were in the air and her legs spread far apart.  I banged myself hard
against her as all six inches of my shaft rammed into her again and again.
I was able to last a while longer this time than last but my mom sure
didn't.  She came screaming, "Harder Richard, fuck me harder, yes, that's
it, oh God I'm coming again."

   I hesitated a moment but she yelled "Don't stop you bastard, keep
fucking me, keep fucking your mother." So I resumed my hard and fast
thrusts.  I was starting to get winded when I felt the building up of my
own body to another climax.  A minute later I shot a second load into my
mother, which just set her off into another orgasm.

   When I was empty again I collapsed onto her chest.  Taking one of her
breasts into my mouth I sucked hard.  Her nipple was like a rock, big,
stiff, and hard.  Her other nipple was the same way and I gave it equal
attention.  As I did this I kept myself inside my mother's pussy and
realized that she was squeezing me with her muscles.  The excitement of her
doing this helped me to soon get hard again.  When I was she pushed me off
of her and rolled over onto all fours.  "Fuck me from behind," she
directed.

   I knelt between her legs and pushed my hard shaft back into her dripping
pussy.  Grabbing her by her hips I rammed myself back into her as far as I
could go.  As I rocked her she thrust back against me sending me deeper
than I had ever been.  She was still tight from her squeezing but slick
enough for easy movement.  She screamed as another orgasm crashed through
her.  I kept thrusting, not letting her rest but sent her over the top as
wave after wave of orgasms racked her body.  By now I could tell when they
were happening as I continued to fuck her.

   Looking down at her I decided to try something really bold.  I saturated
my thumb with saliva and pushed it into her asshole as I continued to fuck
her pussy.  She groaned at first but began thrusting back at me again. 
Then I suddenly stopped all motion.  Pulling my hard shaft out of her pussy
I pressed it up against her ass opening.  I was so wet with her juices and
my own cum that it slid right in.  My mother gasped but I kept pushing
until I was all the way into her asshole.

   "Fuck my virgin ass," she cried.

   I began to slowly fuck her in the ass.  A minute later I was thrusting
as hard as when I was in her pussy and she was thrusting back just as hard.


   "Yes Richard," she cried.  "Come in me now, come in my ass," she begged.

   I did just that.  I pushed in one last time as far as I could and shot
wad after wad of my cum deep in her bowels.  She immediately orgasmed, and
then both of us collapsed onto the bed.

   I was sweating like a dog and felt like I had just run a marathon.  As I
pulled myself out of my mother's ass I watched my cum drip down onto the
sheets.  What a mess we had made of Lucy's bed sheet, a mixture of cum, my
mother's juices and sweat from both of us.  Both our bodies glistened with
our mutual sweat.  As I started to get off the bed my mother turned around
and asked again "Where are you going?"

   "I just fucked you in the ass.  I thought I had better go clean up a
bit," I told her.  My mom followed me to the bathroom, her hands caressing
me the whole way.  I cleaned my shaft off and turned around.

   My mom grabbed my limp dick and put it into her mouth.  A couple of
minutes later I was hard again.  But she didn't stop this time.  She gave
me the most magnificent blow job I could have ever imagined, running her
tongue around my shaft as she slid it in and out of her mouth, going ever
deeper with each stroke.

   "Mom, I'm going to come," I announced.  And almost immediately I started
spurting out my cum.  She rammed me as far into her mouth as she could and
held me there as I shot my load down her throat.  It wasn't near as much as
I would have liked but not bad for all the fucking we had been doing.

   When I was finished she announced "Now you do me.  Eat my pussy," she
commanded as she pulled me back into my sister's room and onto her bed.

   I did just that.  I spread her legs and began licking and sucking as
best I could.  I had never done it before and just tried to follow her
moans.  When I hit upon her clit she went wild and was soon thrusting back
up into my face.  She orgasmed with my head between her legs.  She took her
hands and held my head hard against her pussy as she pushed herself up into
the air.  It felt like a full minute before she finally relaxed enough to
drop back to the bed.

   "Oh Richard, that was incredible.  I have never been fucked as good as
you have fucked me tonight.  Never.  Not by your father or anyone." Then
she paused, saying nothing, as if she was just thinking about what had
happened.  She looked at me and then herself as if she just realized we
were naked.  "Shit.  Oh God no, Richard what are you doing?  What am I
doing?  Oh no, Richard, I'm so sorry."

   She stood up, looked around as if noticing where she was for the first
time.  She saw her clothes on the floor, grabbed them and ran out of the
room.  I didn't know what to do about Lucy's bed.  It was covered with the
aftermath of our sex.  I just pulled the sheets and bedspread back up and
remade her bed as if no one had been in it.  I then grabbed my own clothes
and went to my room.

   It was a little after ten at night.  We had been making love for about
an hour.  I heard my mom in her shower so I went ahead and took one myself.
I went to bed thinking about all that I had just done with my mother.  But
I went to bed with a smile on my face, knowing that it was the most
incredible night of my life.

   My thoughts were everywhere as I fell in and out of sleep for the next
couple of hours.  I wondered how much my mother remembered.  Any of it? 
Just the last few minutes?  I wondered what she felt, what her body
remembered if not her mind.  I wanted to know myself what it was like to be
completely out of control like that.  That's when I knew what I had to do.

   I got up and went to the perfume, putting some on several fingers again,
but this time I did not put any antidote on at all, just guessing that I
had more time putting it onto my fingertips than near my head.  Completely
naked I went into my mother's room, knowing I had probably only about 30
seconds before I would be under the control of the perfume once I put it on
my neck.  I moved quietly, not wanting to wake her.  Her heavy breathing
told me she was sound asleep.  I rubbed a bit of the perfume on the head of
my already hard cock.  I then rubbed some into the back of my neck, wiping
my fingers across my chest, my tits, knowing she would probably at some
point be getting to that part of my body.  The countdown was on.  I only
had a few seconds.  I put a couple of my perfume covered fingers into my
mother's mouth and let her natural reaction suck the liquid off of my
fingers.

   Within a few seconds after my mother licked the perfume off of my
fingers her eyes shot open.  She immediately grabbed me and pulled me onto
the bed and onto her, kissing me frantically as she struggled to get the
covers out that were now separating us, keeping our bodies from touching. I
lifted up and helped her as I began to feel the dizzying sensations
starting to take effect on me.

   Taking the perfume orally must work far faster than rubbing it into the
back of your neck.  But it was beginning to have its effect.  I was
thankful I was already nude and apparently my mother slept that way.  A
moment later we were fucking like jack rabbits.  I pretty much lost it
after that.  I think putting the perfume on my dick must have been a nice
source for more perfume, transferring from there to her mouth to my mouth.
It must have kept us going for more than the expected hour.  I just have
pieces of memories until about three hours after we started when things
start to get a bit clearer.  I happened to catch the time in one of those
lucid moments.  I remember once climaxing and nothing coming out, just that
wonderful intense moment.  I had completely drained myself into my mother
so many times there was nothing left.  Yet the perfume somehow kept me
hard, kept us fucking.  Then I remember nothing as if I was out until
morning.

   When I woke up it was around 8:00 AM.  I was on my stomach on my
mother's bed, my arm draping over one side of the bed.  I looked over and
saw my mother's feet.  Her head was at the foot of the bed.  She was
completely nude on her back, asleep.  The shower was running.  We must have
tried something during the night and left the water running.  I couldn't
remember.

   Seeing my mom there and knowing what we had just done gave me a hard on.
I wanted to fuck her normal, no perfume, nothing but just us together but I
was afraid she wouldn't let me.  She was asleep now.  What would she do if
I just did it, just fucked her?  I didn't take the chance.  I must have
fallen asleep again for a little while.  When I woke up it was 9:30 AM.  My
mother was still asleep beside me.  I quietly got up, turned off her shower
which was still running and then went to my room.  A half hour later I was
showered and dressed.  When I went to check on my mom she was in the shower
herself so I left her alone.

   It was Saturday and I had nothing better to do but watch TV and think
about last night.  Then it hit me.  I jumped up and ran into my mom's room,
into her bathroom.  She was still in the shower.  I took her perfume
bottle, the one I had put water into after I took her perfume and I dumped
the water into the sink, down the drain.

   "I just dumped out all your perfume and washed it down the drain," I
announced.

   "Good," my mom replied.  "Now you better get out of here.  It's not
proper for you to be in here with me when I'm not dressed."

   "You're right.  It's not.  Oh, and mom," I began to ask.

   "Yes dear."

   "I love you mom," I told her.

   "And I love you too Richard.  We'll talk later about this.  Right now
you need to go, before...you just need to go, please.  Now scoot."

   I hesitated a moment, wondering what she meant when she said the word
"before." But I turned and left.  I think everything is going to be OK with
my mom and me.  It may take a little while to get completely back to
normal. It will be fine.

   But I'll never forget that night, what I can remember anyway.
   The end (until the next test with the perfume)