Patricia went into the bathroom and fetched out the small vial of Aphrodite from among all the things she had stored in the cabinet under the sink on her side of the vanity. Her best friend, Joan Kolar, was the head chemist at Gyna-Dyne and had developed Aphrodite, a sexual enhancement drug for women. Patricia carefully put three drops into the glass she kept by her sink and added a bit of water. After swirling it around a little, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Cheers, she thought as she swallowed the aphrodisiac-laced water.
At lunch with Joan, the day Patricia had seen her son masturbating and calling out her name, the day that she had masturbated at her desk while thinking about it, Joan noticed that her friend was in distress and encouraged her to tell her about it. Patricia swore her friend to secrecy then told her what was going on in her head. How wicked it was to be thinking of having sex with her son but that she couldn’t get the idea out of her head.
Joan had laughed and sworn Patricia to secrecy herself then told her that she and her two sons were now lovers due to Aphrodite and a miscalculation she made in the dosage amount when she decided to give it a try right after having created it. She had gotten home so horny that she only saw her sons as beautiful hunks who could fuck her. And fuck her they did.
Besides increasing, possibly creating, a woman’s sexual desire, one of the effects of Aphrodite was to cause a woman to give off the pheromone copulance which a man couldn’t detect by smell when he was near it but, upon breathing it in, it caused his body to produce testosterone and make him sexually aroused, or more sexually aroused if he was already sexually aroused. Evidently, Joan’s sons had also seen her as a sexy desirable mature woman and the copulance affected them to the point that they gladly had sex with her when she told them what she wanted.
Now the dye was cast, Patricia told herself after swallowing the aphrodisiac. Whether her son really wanted to have sex with her or not, chances were, according to Joan, that the pheromone copulance that Patricia would be casting off soon would influence him, would get his own testosterone flowing and he wouldn’t be able to say no to his mother. I hope he wants to, with or without the drug, but even if he does, it can’t hurt to have him extra horny. Patricia grinned at herself in the mirror. “Oh you wicked mommy,” she said softly, out loud, then laughed. She felt giddy and excited and her body gave another shiver of anticipation.
Patricia took a long, thorough shower, toweled off, applied minimal but expert makeup, and brushed out her hair. She picked up the tiny bottle of her favorite perfume, one that she knew Jacob really liked, and dabbed a touch below each ear, one between her breasts, and one in the middle of where her closely trimmed pubic hair started.
She looked into the mirror and liked what she saw, a mature woman of 46 who had a tanned and toned body that could have belonged to a woman ten years or more younger. Her face didn’t have the fresh look that a twenty-something girl’s would have. It was the face of a very attractive mature woman who, besides a few laugh lines, was holding up quite well. She cupped her 34C breasts and gave them a squeeze. They, too, looked quite good to her eyes.