Pure liquid fire sprayed into her, and she felt her climax reach a whole new level of bliss.
Shelly opened her eyes, and realized she must have feinted. She felt odd, and exposed. Looking under her, she saw one of her students grinning stupidly at her. And she was on top of him… Nearly naked…
She pushed away from him, and felt something leave her pussy. She suddenly felt very empty inside, and not because of what she had just done with a student.
The facts were a little fuzzy, but she could remember enough details to know that it had been her that had come onto him, and not the other way around.
She started to straighten her undergarments and getting dressed, not saying a word, as she watched Adam do the same. Why was it that even now she wanted to drop to her knees and take his penis in her mouth? That was a disgusting and vile thing to desire, not the least reason of which was that it had been inside her not that long ago.
She groaned at the horror of the situation she had put herself in.
“Miss Shelly?” She glared at him, daring him to say another word. The sooner he was out of her class the better, and if she could get that accomplished without having to talk to him, all the better.
Carol had been in a panic all day. She couldn’t understand her inability to step in and stop her children from committing the heinous act of incest yesterday, and then had gotten off to two great orgasms, just thinking about it.
She tried to devote her mind into her work, but it continued to wonder back to yesterday afternoon.
“Are you okay, Carol? You’ve seemed distracted all day.” She turned to see Harold, one of her co-workers, standing next to her. He was probably the last person she wanted to talk to. He was usually vulgar or rude, and she knew that he liked her. Truth was he wasn’t her type. Problem was she was beginning to fear her only type was Adam.
“Yeah,” she told him off-handedly, “Just some issues at home. Nothing major.” But it WAS something major.
“Don’t you wish families were as easy to figure out as chemicals? I mean, in a way, they control everything about us.”
Carol froze. Could it be that simple?
She jumped up from her station, and headed outside and to her car, ignoring whatever Harold was saying to her. It couldn’t be that easy, but then again, maybe it was.
Whatever it was, it couldn’t be her; that much she was certain of. It had to be their father. He had come into her life only twice, and both times left her with a child. She barely even knew his name. She had never even hungered after another man after him (until now), and figured it was because of the way he had left her. Now she wondered.
She screeched to a halt in her driveway, and fumbled with the keys at the door, nearly dropping them in her haste. She had to know.
As soon as she was inside, she ran to the laundry basket. The first set of socks she found were empty, as were the second, and the third. What had happened? She had gone over a month, finding nothing but her son’s crusty cum soaked socks in the laundry, and now she couldn’t even find one. Then she found one, near the bottom. She yelped in triumph as she examined it, and noticed that it was indeed dry cum in it.
She ran to his room, and grabbed his sheets and pillow case. His sweat should be on these, she figured. With everything in tow, she dashed back out to her car.
She was actually pulled over by a cop for speeding, but luckily the cop let her go with a warning.
Back in her lab, she cut up the sheets, and started soaking them in a chemical mixture. She took some of the dried cum, and ran a DNA test on it. As the head chemist, she was easily able to put her tests to the front of the list.
A few hours later, she was stunned as her test results started to come back. She hadn’t gotten all of them back yet, but what they were saying was simply astounding.
Her son, and perhaps her daughter too, were natural pheromone factories. Not only that but the levels on which they were producing could easily overpower someone’s willpower. This explained so much about her own behavior lately.
Then it occurred to her. If she could somehow bottle this up, it would put the perfume market to shame. And what might it do for animals on the endangered species list?
The real question was, would it work for other men, or only the person the pheromones came from?
She called and left a message on her answering machine. She was going to be working well into the night, and wouldn’t be home. She didn’t dare actually call Adam directly. She didn’t know what she would tell him.
* * *
She didn’t realize how long she had been working till Harold came in the next morning. She was normally the first person in, but Harold was generally the second. His work ethic was the main reason she kept him hired here.
But she had done it! She had separated the right chemicals, and synthesized a few of her own, and based on how the rats were currently humping away in front of her, she had done it!
“You didn’t work all night, did you?” Harold’s voice behind her startled her, and she watched in horror as the plugged glass vial she had held in her hand fell to the table and shattered. The contents, recently under pressure and in liquid concentrated form, now vaporized into the room.
She knew there was no way to escape the vapor, and could already feel its effects on her. She turned to look at Harold, afraid of what this meant, but saw that he just had an apologetic look on his face. He didn’t in any way seem attractive to her. Was he immune to its effects?
“I’m really sorry, let me help you clean that up.”
“No!” She nearly shouted, as he reached for a rag. “I mean,” she moderated her voice, “I can take care of this. I’m sure you have work to get to.” She knew he couldn’t miss the dismissal in her voice.
Harold turned sullenly away, and Carol began to clean up the glass. The longer she worked on it, the hornier she felt. There was an itch deep inside her that was going to need to be scratched really soon. She was thankful that she hadn’t felt the urge to jump Harold right then, and also relieved that Harold hadn’t felt the same instincts either.
By the time the mess was cleaned up, Carol was nearly frantic with need. If she left for home now, she should just miss her son, and be able to use the vibrator, to get her off.
She made it home in record time, and had actually had two orgasms while driving. She could feel her juices leaking down her legs, and glancing at her watch, she was thankful that her son should have left for school by now. She wasn’t certain she could contain herself if she was confronted by him right now.