The final member of your harem emerges...

"What did you want, by the way?"

It took a lot of willpower for your mother to turn her attention away from the screen and you tried to ignore her jilling herself right in front of you. "Oh...um...yeah...fuck..." she grunted, her hand intensely moving and fingering herself despite trying her best to maintain some level of composure and failing miserably at it. "Damn it...fuck...oh...shit...oh shit shit shit shit..."

You paused and turned your attention back to the screen for a few moments, noticing that Samantha and Kayla were still going at it. With the image in the background of your mother moaning now on your office floor and your transsexual father and infected coworker going at it in their room, you were suddenly aware of the one thing that would bring the roof crashing down on your head: male pheromone. It wasn't hard to imagine getting turned on by the sound of three women (well, two women and one in between) getting their rocks off and any red-blooded male would find it very easy to get hard. Your body, jacked up by the first round of medication, was already pumping more semen than the US Navy. The second round results weren't in but you had little doubt that it only served to make it more in volume, if the near doubling of your nutsack had anything to do with it.

You managed to get out of the office and quickly got down the stairs from your place before you noticed that your phone was ringing. Almost tempted to turn it off, you looked at the number and blinked, then stared, and then blinked again before you picked it up. "Yes?"

"Hey...oh, bad time?"

You looked back at the apartment you had just managed to escape from and then shook your head. "No, actually, quite the opposite, in fact." You turned and opened the car door and slid behind the wheel. "What do you need?"

"Listen, I'm done with my shoot and I was wondering if you were willing to meet up."

For another dose, I imagine... you thought dryly but you couldn't deny the fact that you were partly responsible for all of this. "Sure. What do you have in mind?"

There was a pause on the other side but a moment later the sound of your phone receiving a text message popped up. "Thought you'd be interested in seeing this. It's from my latest shoot." A pause. "Thought you'd be interested in seeing what your grandmother's doing these days."

Yes, and let's just add more to my therapy sessions in the process... you knew it was probably against your better judgment but you tapped it and opened the attached image. "See anything you like?"