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I could feel my mother's warm breath washing over my member. Desire coursed through my veins. My entire body trembled in anticipation. Suddenly, Trista Hart's tongue darted out of her mouth and licked the tip of my cock. I threw my head and groaned in pure ecstasy. I felt her warm hand envelope my shaft. Fuck, she's going to do it. My mother is going to suck my dick.

Her hand slowly started to stroke me. My member hardened to the consistency of steel in my mother's grip. Then without warning, the tension of the moment was broken by the buzzing of my mother's direct line to the testing lab.

"Uuuggghhhhh, this had better be the end of the fucking world," Trista said, releasing my cock and walking to her desk. As she leaned over to press the button, I could not help but notice a damp spot in the crotch of her panties. "Yes, Mia?"

"Sorry to disturb you, Ms. Hart, but director Koenig is here about the pandemic task ****. She says you two have a meeting to go over lab protocols," Mia intoned.

"Yes, yes," Mother stated in a voice that I had heard every time I had ever truly annoyed her. "Tell the director I will be there shortly."

Mother ended the call and then walked over to her discarded suit and began to dress. "Leave it to that tight ass Koenig to be early. Though I suppose it's for the best. I would have had a hard time explaining why I was sporting just been fucked hair if she had merely been on time."

I slumped onto my mother's Chesterfield sofa, my hard cock still rigidly standing at attention.

Mother leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I'll be stuck with this bureaucrat for the rest of the day. And the testing of your hair and blood won't be done until late tomorrow, and I'll need some time to review the results. Come over to my place in two days for dinner, and we'll go over exactly what you did to yourself."

Trista started to leave but stopped for one last piece of advice "Also, whatever you do, don't let anyone know that thing of yours works. There are women out there, especially those of group known as Club Zero, that would go to any lengths to control a boy with a real working cock." Trista gave me a shy grin before putting her CEO face back on and marching out the door.

"Thank God!" I exclaimed after I was sure my mother was long in the elevator. "Jesus, Greg, you can't keep getting caught up in the moment. If that buzzer hadn't saved you, you would right now be buried balls deep inside your own mother."

I got up from the couch and slipped back into my underwear. As I picked up my trousers, my vision vanished. My pants fell to the floor as my hand opened up in a **** attempt to find catch my now free-falling form. Unlike Carla's bathroom, there would be no lucky save this time. I crashed down hard, banging my head into my mother's solid oak desk.

I writhed on the ground groaning in pain for several minutes until the wave nausea passed. I stumbled up to my feet my head, throbbing from where it had impacted with the solid wooden material. "Fuck, that was worse than last time."

I got dressed as quickly as possible before once again, calling for a cloud car. My head was pounding so terribly that I hardly paid attention to the ride to my apartment. I did do a search for on my NCD for Club Plus Zero, but the only thing I could find was heavily password protected. Not feeling well, I did not feel like putting in the effort at this time to try harder.

After landing, I shuffled over to the elevator and pressed the call button to no effect. "Fucking thing is out again." I angrily stumbled down the four flights of stairs that it was from the roof to my floor, amazingly I kept from vomiting.

I opened the door from the stairwell and began to lurch my way down the hall toward my apartment. Finally reaching my door, I fumbled in my pocket for my keys.

"Damn it," I cursed as I clumsily dropped them as I went to unlock my door. Ever since I had left my mother's office, I had felt like I was recovering from the worst of hangovers.

"Let me help you with that that little brother," Came an unwanted offer of aid from across the hall.

I turned to see the next-door neighbor's daughter Akane rushing over to greet me. "Greg your back," She exclaimed as she grabbed me from behind for a big hug. Unfortunately, due to my balance issues, this resulted in her tackling me to the ground.

When I opened my eyes, the lithe dark-haired Asian beauty was sitting on my lap. Her pleated skirt was flipped up to where her panty covered bottom was sitting directly on top of my crotch. Akane leaned forward and studied me, concern etched on her face. I found it impossible not to look straight down her white blouse. My eyes beheld a most scintillating sight as the lacy ivory bra Akane sported perfectly framed her voluptuous chest. "I thought you were going to help me not tackle me?"

"What's the matter, little brother? Are you not happy to see your onee-chan?" she asked.

"First off, stop calling me little brother. We are not related, and second I am several years older than you," I replied, trying to shift her off me afraid a particular physical reaction that her wiggling was threatening to bring about.

"Please let me up," I asked in desperation, unable to push the young girl off of me.

"You shouldn't be so rude to your onee-chan," Akane said, leaning down her face inches away from mine. Her hair was tickling my face, and her chest mashed against mine. I could smell her sweet peppermint fragrance emanating from her.

"Akane, please get off Mr. Hart," came a sweet yet stern command.

Akane face went red from embarrassment. She quickly extricated herself from me. Stood up and made a deep bow. "I'm sorry, mother."

Akane's mother, Kumiko, was a highly attractive middle-aged woman who could turn from sweet as sugar to tiger mom in the blink of an eye. "Mr. Hart, are you not feeling well?"

"Just a bit of air sickness from the ride over, I'll be fine," I lied as I grabbed my keys and stood up thankful Akane's mother had intervened before my member had stiffened to the point where the daughter would notice.

"I must apologize for my reckless child," Kumiko stated before bowing much deeper than necessary. She remained in that position before continuing. "Now, I must ask you for a most extraordinary favor. I will be traveling on business for the next month. I need someone to look after my wayward daughter and make certain that she does go astray while I am absent."

My breath caught in my throat as I realized precisely what Kumiko was asking of me.

"I have already spoken with your mother; please look after Akane while I am gone," the pace of Kumiko's voice accelerated to breakneck speed she finished. Kumiko kept her head low as she awaited my response.

Dumbstruck, I turned to look at Akane. I saw that she was watching the proceedings most anxiously. If I say yes that means Akane is going to move in with me. Kumiko would not be asking this of me so earnestly if all I had to do was knock on the door once a day and text Akane every so often. Considering the situation I'm currently in having a 18 year old high school student that has had a major crush on me since I met her is not ideal. But Kumiko has been so good to me, and she did clear it with my mother.

Against my better judgment, I replied, "Yes."