It was the start of Summer break and I was just finishing up work on my Master's Degree, a big part of which was a promising gene therapy treatment for mild to severe uterine prolapse. I had brought the project home, knowing full well that the Biology department's crew of undergrads would be combing through the labs throwing out anything and everything that wasn't secure and well labelled. I didn't want to risk losing all the hard work I'd put in so in the cooler it went, and now just a few more days of periodic nutrient inoculations and I could start thinking about clinical trials.
My family is a conservative one, Mom and Dad met in college. She was a cheerleader, He was the student head of the campus ROTC program. They married soon after graduation and a year later my brother Cal was born. I came along a few years later.
To say we're a family of over-achievers might be putting it lightly. Dad's a Lieutenant Colonel in the Special Forces. Mom runs a design consultant business out of the house. Cal graduated law school at the top of his class and was youngest to make full partner in his firm in Chicago. And I... I couldn't remember a time, that I hadn't been fascinated with Biology and Medicine.
Unlike a lot of other military families, we pretty much stayed put. Dad's assignments were usually weeks or at most a couple months in length, so instead of dragging us around, he just used our California home as a base of operations in between assignments, which allowed Cal and I to have a fairly normal experience growing up, despite being military brats.
Michelle, my Mom is what most might label a MILF, showing little sign that she'd birthed two babies, she had retained her athletic, if somewhat buxom figure from her cheerleading days, with just the slightest swell of her tummy. If anything, it made her curvaceous hips seem just a bit fuller. Her long strawberry blond hair was usually pulled back into a pony tail. But every so often she'd let it loose, and when she did it was simply stunning.
I'll admit that in comparison, my skinny plain self, bore little comparison to her classic beauty. I'm more of a soccer forward build with small breasts and short straight mousy brown hair kept in a low maintenance bob. I pushed back my black rimmed glasses and looked at myself in the mirror. I was never going to win Miss California, but I didn't mind one bit.
I always threw myself into my work. Always striving to succeed, dating hadn't really been on my radar, and if there had been any guys who showed interest, I'd probably have been oblivious, anyway.
I was in the kitchen, the petri dishes ready for their daily inoculation. I carefully drew the solution into the glass pipette and then transferred the measured contents into each dish, noting on the chart after each one, the date and time. Almost there.
"Mona, I'm going to head out to the grocery store in a bit. Is there anything you want?" Mom said walking into the room.
"Maybe pick up some more of that vitamin water? It was pretty good." I replied.
"Okay, I'll see if they have some flavors we haven't tried yet. So that's what that smell is." She wrinkled her nose and pointed at the petri dishes.
"I guess. I'd say I'm probably used to it. Why? Does it bother you?" I replied.
"I wouldn't say it exactly bothers me. But it smells...so...Female." She said quizzically.
"Okay. I guess that's one way of putting it. It is mostly female DNA that we've gene spliced and fed nutrients and the normal mix of hormones that would be present in the human body." I explained. "If our research pans out, it should correct several genetic flags that contribute to prolapse, and halt or even reverse the condition."
"I see." She said picking up the pipette that had a small glob of the solution on the tip. She brought it to her nose and took a good sniff of it. As I retuned the samples to the cooler.
"Hmmm..." I turned to see her dart her tongue out, licking the glob from the end of the pipette.
"Mom! Why'd you do that?" I said, shocked. "It's a goddamned medical experiment!"
"I... I don't know? I just had an urge to see if it tasted like it smelled. It was just a tiny drop. It is medicine, after all... I'm sorry, honey. I should get going." She said, grabbing her keys from the bowl on the table.
Over the course of the next few days, she seemed unusually preoccupied. I noted that she was spending more and more time in her room with an increased frequency.
I suspected that something was afoot. A suspicion that was confirmed by the arrival of a plain brown package, which Mom nearly ripped out of the hands of the delivery guy, making a beeline to her bedroom. Standing by the doorway I could hear the buzzing oscillation that indicated to me that the package had contained a vibrator, and that Mom was getting herself off.
I was surprised. I expected that Mom and Dad had at least an okay sex life. Frankly, I'd never given it much thought. I mean, I was vaguely aware of Cal's normal adolescent hijinks, but the way Mom had gotten, was more than a little surprising. And her restlessness whenever I was in her presence, was becoming difficult to mistake.
It was after a couple of weeks, her libido seemed to have peaked, she was aware that I'd figured out what she was doing. Heck, she wasn't even bothering to close her bedroom door anymore, and a couple of times I got an eyeful of her lying naked on her bed, her shapely legs splayed open and her hand working feverishly in her glistening snatch.
In fact, it seemed more and more likely that she waited until she knew she'd be caught by me, and it was increasingly obvious that she was making sure I got a good show. Locking eyes with me, a sultry seductive smile on her gorgeous face as she arched her back cumming hard and squirting all over the sheets. I had to admit that I found her changed behavior fascinating and yes, unmistakably and powerfully erotic. I just couldn't dismiss the cloying idea that it was also linked to her ingestion of my project's genetic compound.
I reviewed my notes over and over again. The genes we had manipulated, neuron producing phages that would penetrate and change the muscle tissue and produce a lasting and robust growth of stronger tissue. But something was there that I had overlooked. I just couldn't pinpoint how or why there would be a change in libido as a result. My analyses were consistently dead ending.
It was a Friday morning when I decided that the only way to get to the bottom was to increase the sample size. The small drop of compound tasted both sweet and musky as I swallowed it. I took my blood pressure and temperature, measured my pulse rate and noted them all on the chart I had started. Sometime around two in the morning I woke with an odd sensation. Deep inside my vagina, a faint oscillation. I could feel the nerve endings in my cervix. When I closed my eyes the feeling intensified slightly. My minds eye saw it like a time lapse film of a flower opening and closing.
It was subtle, but unmistakable. By noon the next day I noted a slightly elevated temperature, not enough to regard as a fever, but slightly above normal. My tummy was warm to the touch. Sliding my hand lower I spread the lips of my pussy feeling a warmth spread as my arousal spontaneously grew. I had never been big into masturbation, but suddenly I felt a growing compulsion. My fingertips were shining with my juices, and it all felt so inevitable.
I raised my fingertips to my lips and tasted my own pussy for the first time. Not that I hadn't sniffed my undies once or twice, but this was so much more powerful. I closed my eyes and returned my attentions to my clit, hidden in the little forest of my pubes, I found that as I blundered onward to orgasm, I was transfixed by the mental image of Mom on the bed, her neatly trimmed thatch glistening with her arousal.
