Mom wants more.

I sat there on the couch, staring in shock at the television screen, not really watching the climax of the movie, my mind racing with what had just happened, what Mom and I had just done. I knew it was wrong, that it'd been the Axe effect, but I didn't care. I should have. But I couldn't make myself feel remorse, couldn't feel guilty about what we'd just done. It was something we both needed, both wanted, I assured myself, conveniently omitting the effects of the chemical on Mom in my rationalization as the credits began to role on the movie. Shutting the television off, I got up, glancing again at the closed door of Mom's bedroom, wondering what she was doing in there, what she was thinking about. Is she feeling guilty? Does she feel remorse about what happened now that she's out of the range of the chemical?

This was part of the research, of the testing of my chemical, that I hadn't thought about. What were the side effects? What had I done to my mother? "I have to find out," I told myself, standing up and moving over to her bedroom door and knocking softly. "Mom? Can I... can I talk to you?" I asked through the still closed door.

"Sure. Come in here, Mike," Mom called back cheerfully, her voice sounding happy and carefree for the first time in months. I knew that Rachel's behavior and my Dad's impending wedding to Tatiana had been weighing on her mind for a while now. To hear her sound happy caused me to give a sigh of relief, even as I wondered at what was happening. She'd just invited me into her room, something that never happened. It was one of the main rules of our house that neither Rachel nor I ever entered Mom's room. Shrugging at this unusual event, I turned the knob and entered the forbidden room.

"Hey sweety!" Mom greeted me with a smile as she pulled her top up and off over her head, revealing her naked breasts to me. Tossing her top onto the bed, she casually pushed her shorts down, now standing in front of me in just her panties. "What's up?"

I was shocked, staring, unable to think for a few seconds. I'd never seen her naked before, she'd always been more than modest, almost puritan in her views on nudity, so to see her nonchalantly stripping out of her kit in front of me shocked me into silence. Mom must have been aware of the effect she was having on me as her smile broadened, her eyes starting to twinkle with mischief.

"Did you need something, sweety?" She asked, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pushing them down off her hips, letting them slide down her thighs, exposing the small neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. "Or did you just want to peek at me?" She added with a coquettish giggle, putting her hands on her hips, posing slightly for me. "Are you getting a good look, Mike?"

"I... Mom, I think we need to talk about..." I stammered, trying to focus on her face even though my eyes kept drifting down her naked body. She wasn't model quality, I could tell that she was older, that she'd had kids... but that added to allure of her. That and the taboo fact that she was my own mother. "We need to talk about what just happened," and what is happening right now, I added silently as I caught myself staring once more at the small patch of brown hair between her thighs.

"I agree, Mike," Mom nodded, trying to be serious despite her obvious delight in capturing my attention with her body. "I... I know what just happened, what we just did, was wrong. It's ****. It's illegal. It's immoral," she said, "it goes against everything I've ever been taught was proper and right."

"I'm sorry, Mom. We got.... I guess we got carried away," I said, deciding that I needed to tell her about the chemical, about the _Axe _effect. "It was my fault. I made..."

"No, Mike," Mom interrupted me. "It's no one's fault. You didn't make me do anything I didn't already want to. I've... I've been lonely... alot, lately. Ever since your father... well, I've been lonely, and a woman would have to be blind not to notice you. I...I've been thinking about you. I know it's wrong, I'm... I was ashamed for thinking about you in that way, but... but I'm glad this happened. It might be **** and it might be considered wrong," Mom assured me with a smile, "but it feels right to me."

"You mean..." I asked, my mind trying to find the next words, the question that I felt I had to ask her.

"I mean, I wanted it to happen. I'm glad it happened. I want it to happen again," she assured me firmly. "If you want to, that is..." she added hesitantly at the end as if just now considering my thoughts, my desires.

"Of course I do, Mom," I assured her with a smile. "I was just... afraid. Nervous."

"I know, honey," Mom smiles at me, coming around the bed to stand close to me. "I was too. It took a lot for me to say all that to you," she sighed in relief.

"I'm glad you did," I told her, my arms reaching out for her, encircling her waist, drawing her to me. I lifted my mouth to hers, kissing her softly, hesitantly at first.

Mom mewed into my mouth, her lips soft against mine, her body melting into me as she returned the kiss. It was a tender, loving kiss at first, but as we held each other the passion increased, our desire for each other starting to build. Mom's mouth was now hard on mine, her tongue darting into my mouth, wrestling with my tongue as her hands caressed my back. She ground against me, feeling the hardness returning to my crotch.

"Mom, wait," I panted, pulling my mouth off of hers, looking into her shining excited eyes.

"Why? What is it, Mike?" Mom asked, a flicker of worry crossing her face.