An unwanted interruption and further complications.

Before I could react, Lara passionately kissed me. "Such a cute boy!"

Our tongues danced back and forth, switching locations between our interlinked mouths. As we frantically rolled around on the seats of her cloud car, Lara grabbed my tie and yanked the knot loose, nearly removing my head in the process.

"Careful," I cautioned.

Lara responded with a devilish growl before ripping the front of my shirt open. Several buttons flew through the air. The sound of them bouncing and clattering off the insides of the car filled the air.

Quickly her lips and tongue teased and licked all along my exposed smooth chest. I though my head back as pleasure coursed through my body everywhere her tongue traced.

A muted ding from my NCD diverted my attention. Instinctively I reached into my pocket to retrieve the device to see who could be trying to contact me. Before, I could ascertain who Lara grabbed the distraction from my hand and flung it to the far end of the seat. "Later!" Her teeth bit my neck. She began to suck hard on my exposed flesh. When she released me, a welt had formed. "Marking my territory."

Lara ran her fingers through my hair. She had a wild look in her eyes. "My very own boy." She kissed me passionately again. It was wild and hungry. I felt like she was attempting to take possession of my very soul.

My NCD dinged again.

Who the hell could it be; I curiously thought. As Lara shifted her attack down her mouth now exploring my upper body, I endeavored to stretch out and retrieve the device. Lara caught my arm and brought my palm to her voluptuous bosom. Any thought of who might be trying to reach me or what the message might be was driven from my mind as I squeezed her firm breast.

It felt as if electricity flowed from the tips of fingers. The sensation of the soft flesh of Lara's cleavage was the most divine thing I had ever experienced.

With a jerk Lara pulled me into her lap. Our open mouths met again as I continued to fondle her breasts.

Suddenly, my NCD buzzed to life. That's my mother's ring tone. Great fucking timing! What the hell could she want?

Despite every fiber of my being screaming for me to continue my hot and heavy make-out session with the gorgeous redhead, I knew better than to ignore my mother when she was this determined to get ahold of me. I suspected that she had also been responsible for the two previous alerts.

I extricated myself from Lara and quickly answered the call. "Hello, mother."

"Don't hello, mother me. What took you so long to answer? You knew I would call as soon I had some results on your test," Trista Hart admonished.

"Sorry... I was... busy," I sheepishly responded; I had, due to my current circumstances, forgotten all about the genetic test from the day before.

Mischievously Lara crawled up behind me and ran her hands down my chest to stomach, finally coming to a rest on my belt. She nibbled at my unoccupied ear as she played at unbuckling my pants.

I swatted at her had and mouthed, "stop that."

"Still... busy?" My mother questioned.

"No, no," I lied unconvincingly.

Trista continued suspicion evident in her voice. "Well, whatever you are doing better not involve your cock. I have some answers about what your reckless decision to drink your serum has done to your physiology. And suffice it to say, getting yourself hard would be a dangerous proposition."

"What, why?" I said, unable to hide the shock and disappointment from voice. Lara had ignored my attempts to prevent her playfulness and undone my buckle and gotten ahold of my zipper. She started to slowly lower it when her hand hit a lump that unbeknownst to her was my rock hard cock.

"Naughty boy, did you stuff your shorts?" She whispered into my ear.

Frightened at what might happen if Lara in her drunk wanton state discovered my working dick, I pulled away from her. "Ok, mother, I'll be there first thing in the morning.

I quickly hung up the phone and spun around to face my would-be lover. "I... I... can't believe I'm saying this, but we have to stop."

Lara pushed me on my back and licked my chest. "What if I don't want to?"

I knew I had to think fast. The effects of the Shota virus meant that any grown woman was much stronger than me. If Lara wanted me, there would be little I could do to stop her. Lara that was my mother. "Please, I had some tests run yesterday. My condition is... flaring up. Mother said that physical exertion could be dangerous."

Lara looked me in the eye. Disappointment creeping across her face. "Fine, but once you're feeling better, you come see me, young man. I'll never forgive you if you leave me hanging." Lara rolled off me and looked away.

I sat up and rested my head on her shoulders, nuzzling her neck. "Trust me; I am not ending this because I want to."

Mercifully the remainder of the ride home was short. Lara leaned back into me and fell into an ****-induced slumber. I smelled the sweet, savory scent of her hair as the autopilot took me to my apartment complex. I didn't bother to wake her as I exited. The journey back to my place was difficult. The **** had left me in a fog, and after my hard-on subsided, it felt like every movement was a chore. By the time I reached my door, I was so week lifting my keys was akin to curling a hundred-pound dumbbell.

"Shit!" I slurred as my clumsy hands fumbled my keys, dropping them to the floor. When I bent over to retrieve it, my highly **** state caused me to lose my balance and crash heavily into the wall. I could barely function my strength sapped to the level of a kitten. I pawed blindly, searching for my lost key.

Suddenly the door opened. "Little brother, are you ok?"

Thankfully Akane must have heard the racket I was making.

"Greg?" She asked as she shook my shoulder.

I tried to turn my head and answer, but my neck muscles refused to respond, and my tongue was thick and dry. I was only able to manage a slight murmur.

I heard Akane scoop up my lost keys, and then she draped my arm over her shoulder and lifted my small frame. "What happened to you? Were you attacked? Your shirt and that bruise on your neck..."

She continued with her questioning, but I could not concentrate enough to make out more than a stray word here and there.

I felt her gently place me in my bed, not bothering to remove my clothes. She crawled in beside me and wrapped her arms around me.

"Onēsan arigatō," I weakly managed in thanks.

Akane pulled me tight, spooning against me.

As I drifted off in the arms of my roommate, I realized just how dangerous a situation I was in.