Back to work (again)

As I walk through the door, I find Mom carrying laundry down the stairwell. The hamper is near overflowing, covering her face so that she can't even see where she is walking. Not wanting her to fall, I take it from her as she steps onto the second to last step. "Hey Mom, I got this," I say as I take hold of it.

"Eek!" she screams, her face twisting in surprise. I realize she has earbuds in her ears, likely listening to music while she does chores, and didn't hear me coming. She slips on the last stair and starts to fall forward, but my quick thinking allows me to toss the hamper aside and stretch my arms out to catch her. She falls onto my chest as I wrap my arms around her back, sending her body weight careening into me. Unfortunately, even my supercharged mind can't stop gravity.

I fall backward, Mom still wrapped around my chest, and land on my ass with a hard thud. Worst, Mom crashes on top of me. Her legs naturally spread, preparing for impact, causing her to straddle my belly as we impact with the floor. I blink my eyes, unable to see, and realize she is cradling my head against her chest. "Dom," she whispers, "are you okay?"

I try to speak, but my voice is muffled by her breasts. Her breasts! The feeling of the soft flesh against my face roars into my conscious mind. I feel the soft thud of her heart pulsing only inches away, and my mind navigates between fluttering thoughts. The dampness of her satin smooth skin. The soft, plush cushion of the fat just beneath the surface. The warm, inviting crevice that my face is currently smothered into. I pull my away. "Ah!" I murmur, "couldn't breath!" The gap of air is hardly enough to dislodge Mom, but it does give me an eyeful of her cleavage. I feel myself getting hard, strangely attracted to my view of her and the sensation of her on top of me. "Mom, you're smothering me," I manage.

"Oh, sorry!" she says, and slides down my abdomen to give me room. I wonder why she doesn't just climb off of me, but that thought is arrested as I feel her ass poke against my now fully erect dick. She freezes. I can't help but notice the look in her eyes, the anxiety, mixed with something else. Like a deer in headlights, she is stuck.

Now that she's further away, I realize her nipples are hard. Gumdrop studs press against the other side of her sports bra, creating protrusions against the material that lure me in with each movement of her chest. My mind wades through a hundred calculations. I manage to control most of my thoughts, but my enhanced brain continues to push one forward: the sight of my mother, resting against my dick, with her tits poked out towards me. My cock throbs as the image sets in, and a faint swallow traces its way down my mother's chest. Her breasts rise in response, sending my mind careening again. I know it is not her fault, it doesn't mean anything, and certainly isn't an emotional reaction, but that doesn't change the spiral my thoughts go into.

"Uh, Mom?" I ask, my brain already selecting an avenue to get me out of this situation unscathed.

"Oh!" she says, suddenly aware that she is the one on top of me and not the other way around. She slides off of me, brushing my cock against her thigh with an electrifying touch, and sits beside me. "Are you alright, dear? You scared the life out of me!" She swats me, but I sense it is a front. She's nervous. Ashamed, maybe. I put her in an inappropriate position. I told her I would be the man of the house, though, and I meant it in every way. I suddenly feel bad about my thoughts toward her, and I realize she is ****. She doesn't need a perverted son right now, she needs someone to care for her.

I stand up and pull Mom to her feet beside me. Her nipples are still hard and the sight of her in that sports bra and yoga pants is doing nothing to help my erection, but I manage to keep my eyes off of her while I pick up the fallen laundry. I hide my erection behind the clothes hamper. While I clean up, I speak. Mom averts her eyes, unwilling to meet my gaze. I put what I believe is the right amount of inflection into my tone, trying to convey my seriousness but also my humility. My mind observes her reactions as I talk, adjusting in real-time to be what she needs. "Sorry about that, Mom. I didn't realize you had earbuds in, but I saw you struggling with the load. I thought I would help you carry it to the laundry room. I didn't mean to scare you. Thankfully, neither of us was hurt in the tumble, but I realize we ended up in a compromising position." I gloss over the fact that she was the one smothering me and eventually the one that came in contact with my erection. "I never want you to feel uncomfortable around me, but do know that what you felt was only a natural reaction to being in such close proximity to a beautiful woman. Nonetheless, I'm sorry you had to experience it."

I stop, waiting. I finish picking up the dirty laundry, mostly just towels now that I think about it, and look to Mom. She has a peculiar expression on her face and her lips are pursed. "Are you alright?" I ask. "If anyone should be out of it here, I think it should be me. I nearly suffered oxygen deprivation there for a while." I try to inject some levity into the discussion, but Mom doesn't respond. Instead, she takes the hamper and carries it toward the laundry room on the other side of the living room without a word. My eyes trail her form and pick up on a change in her gait, recognizing a timidness that wasn't there before. Just as she is about to disappear into the other room, she turns to me. "Glad you're okay, Dom." She shoots me a faint grin, and I smile back at her.

Shaking my head, I return to my room. My mind lingers on the sensations I just experienced, though, and my boner remains as strong as the moment Mom smothered me with her breasts. I try to focus on studying for a moment, but I can't focus. Only think of her.

Sighing, I sit down in my desk chair and drop my pants to the floor. My cock springs free, and I look at it in surprise. I was never ashamed of my dick, but it seems larger now. Like, by an inch, at least. I pull out a tape measure from my desk drawer and confirm. My cock grew from six and a half inches to almost eight! Blue veins bulge against the shaft, and the head looks swollen and red. "The fuck," I murmur to myself. I run a hand along it like normal and a wave of pleasure shoots across my body. This is the first time I've tried to masturbate while on the pill; I should've known it would also be an enhanced sensation.

I can't help but continue to jack off as pleasure overcomes me. I try to pull up some porn, but I keep closing my eyes. My imagination is more potent than anything on a video screen. I imagine women clamoring to me, feeling their skin sliding against mine, up and down my body. A girl I knew from High School, at her knees and begging for me. The more I focus on her, I feel my desire dissipating until my cock starts to grow soft.

Confused, I pause for a moment. What the fuck? I return to the previous sensation, the feeling of skin against me, and it starts to grow hard again. My nootropic mind immediately recognizes what is happening and I shudder. "Mom..." I say aloud, confusion and worry filling me.

But the mere mention of her name is enough to trigger my desires once again, and my mind's eye is flooded with images of her. Being over in front of me, doing yoga. Legs spread, the bulge of her lips pressing up towards me in the Happy Baby. On top of me, sliding along my body as her nipples scrape against my chest. My cock, poking into her ass.

"Mom!" I grunt, my mind dissolving into a stream of sensations and desire. I imagine her and me again, at the foot of the stairs, but with a different look in her eyes. Watching my face, she pulls her sports bra overhead and frees her breasts. Before I can even look at them, she pulls me closer into her chest and wraps her arms around the back of my head. I feel my cock surging, my orgasm building. I pull one of her nipples into my mouth and gently suck on it, the feeling of my tongue wrapping around her heavy nipples drawing a moan from my mother. "Oh!" I moan, and my orgasm breaks free of me as fire shoots through every nerve of my body and sets my mind alight. Cum squirts out of my cock like a firehose, far more than normal, and coats my shirt. I feel it soaking against me, as another wave releases from my body and wracks me with pleasure. "Fuck," I whisper, as I sag even further into my chair. The power of my orgasm turns my vision dark for a moment, and then I realize what I've done.

I've just had the most powerful orgasm of my life while fantasizing about sucking my Mom's tit. I know I should feel disgusted at myself, but I don't. I know it is the pill, but I don't care. Every part of my mind, unlocked. I realize now that that truly means everything. Conversations with Brad fall into place, and I recognize the upheaval of my mind's animalistic tendencies. All I feel is a desire, lurking beneath the surface. A desire to prove to her I am the man of the house. The man, for her. For my sisters. Thoughts I never experienced before flood my mind. And I realize, with no trepidation, that I will use the power of those pills to make it happen. I don't have a choice, as the **** pumps its effects throughout my system.