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Reluctantly, I pulled away from Lashanda. Remember why you came, Greg.

The ebony beauty's face turned sour as she flopped back down into her chair.

"Ms. Hart is in lab five," Lashanda stated in a monotone.

"Thanks," I meekly replied as I hurried to the elevators. Ashamed, I could not muster the courage to bring myself to glance back at the woman I had severely disappointed. Why did I hesitate? Come on, Greg; you can't be worried your mother will be jealous?

The unease from the guilt I was feeling caused me to press the call button for the elevator like I was trying to rapid-fire an **** rifle. The only thing that was causing me more discomfort as I impatiently waited for the lift was the raging hard-on pressing against my pants' zipper.

I spent the elevator ride, trying to calm myself. Fuck, if mom doesn't devise a vaccine for my pheromones soon, I'm going to have to lock myself seclusion. Either that or figure out how to recreate boner pills to deal with the nonstop pussy.

I contemplated what would constitute a boner pill as I walked to lab five. I think they were for high blood pressure, which seems odd as they increase the pressure in a particular part of the anatomy. All that fled from my mind upon entering what was possibly the most advanced genetics lab on the planet, I spied my mother pouring over data while several centrifuges spun in the background.

"Surprised you made it up so soon," Mother said without looking up from her reports. "With how the receptionist was looking at you, I would have bet you would currently have her bent over that beautiful marble desk I paid way too much for."

"Yeah, well, your message seemed urgent. Besides, I wasn't really feeling it myself," I lied.

"You sure the fact that you very nearly got ganged **** in a night club bathroom the day before didn't put you off it?" Mother asked accusatorily as she finally looked up from her paperwork.

"You know about that?"

"You think my personal assistant wouldn't call me after she had to rescue you?" Mother asked her voice beginning to rise.

I faltered in my reply just long enough for my mother's anger to cause her to continue on without me having answered. "What the fuck were you thinking? Huh? Drinking... By yourself... And to beat it all at a Shotacon bar no less!"

"I know it wasn't one of my better ideas..."

"Holy Hell, You think so? I've read of a phenomenon where it was said men thought with their cocks, but this takes the cake!" Trista was now so angry that she was starting to stutter. "If Mia hadn't lucked into that bathroom when she did... I just can't handle..."

"Sorry, won't happen again," I said with a conciliatory tone.

"Better not. Now strip and get into the CT+ scanner. I need to determine if you have undergone any further physiological changes."

Not looking to inflame my mother's notorious temper any further, I quickly complied with her order. The full-body scanner may have been the most sophisticated ever designed, but that still didn't stop me from feeling a bit claustrophobic as the outer walls closed around me, encasing me total darkness.

Suddenly, bright LED lights lit up my world. "Keep your hands at your side, son." A muffled motorized whirl filled my ears as the scanner sprung to life, documenting every inch and fiber of my body. After a few moments, everything ceased. "Ok, now I need you to get yourself hard."

"Is that absolutely necessary?"

"I need a complete picture, so get to stroking. If it helps, you can fantasize about Lashanda."

I sighed a bit before taking my cock in my hand and started stroking. Though contrary to mom's jab at me, it wasn't Lashanda I was imagining but none other than my gorgeous mother Trista Hart.

"That's enough, I don't need a semen sample," my mother's disembodied voice scolded.

Finally, the sound of the seal releasing told me that this part of my ordeal was over. "So, what are the results?"

"Quite interesting. You've grown slightly more than an inch, the girth and length of your cock have increased six percent, and most interestingly, your percentage of body fat has dropped close to single digits," Mother read off before tapping my visible abs. "Now put on these nodes on your temples. I'm going to monitor your brainwave output in response to certain stimuli."

I pushed my hair back and affixed the two monitors to my temples. I felt my eyes flutter as electrical current danced across my brain. "So what's the stimuli? Electrical charges? Strobing lights? Some kind of chemical?"

My question was soon answered as my mother's hand slipped around my hard shaft and started stroking. "Sorry, but considering all your recent philandering, I needed it to be a bit more physical."

"FUCK!!!!" I shouted as I was overcome with pleasure from the soft skin of my mother's palm sliding up and down my shaft. My breath came fast and furious, and I pressed my eyes shut as my mother's hands continued to glide up and down my rigid member.

"Your pleasure centers are lit up, which is not surprising, but your pituitary gland going into overdrive is not something I would have expected," mother stated while reviewing the computer-generated display of my brain as she continued the handjob. "Or maybe my baby boy is a perv who can't get enough of his mommy playing with his big fat dick?"

"Not fair," I replied as I felt my cock jump at my mother's dirty talk. "What Shota could resist the skilled hand and tongue of a gorgeous mature woman.

I felt my mother's tongue lick my chest appreciatively. "I better stop or that silver tongue of yours will have me talked out of my panties in no time. It's hard enough not to fuck you here and now. Even with nasal block, I sprayed into my sinus before you arrived, I can still feel your pheromones chipping away at my control.

"You'll get no complaints from me."

"Damn it, son, quit thinking with your dick."

"You're... You're right," I reluctantly conceded. "So to the problem at hand. My metabolism? I have been eating more lately."

"Not surprising," Mother replied, finally realizing my cock. "Ok, get dressed I need to review the data further. I'll call you when I have some answers."

I started to reach for the nodes attached to my brow but somehow missed. Suddenly, my vision blurred. "Something's wrong."

Mother looked over at me then shot out of her seat. "Greg, don't move!"

I tried to comply, but a wave of vertigo sent me crashing out of my seat to the floor. I could feel my body shaking uncontrollably.